Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"It has only been half a month since I joined the Demon Slayer Corps, and this speed should be the fastest in history. And this still includes the time waiting for the Nichirin Sword to be built, otherwise it might be earlier."

Although it failed to change Xia Yan's mind, Butterfly Kanae would not leave a bad impression on Xia Yan because of this.

Because she did not know that Xia Yan's nature was like this. She would only think that his past pain was too heavy and make it worse. I felt sorry for him.

At the same time, I secretly made a decision in my heart to work harder to make Xia Yan feel the beauty of the world and get rid of the pain in his heart as soon as possible.

"Of course! Isn’t it natural that I will become a pillar? But it’s a pity that he died like this.……"

Natsuhiko, who didn't know what Butterfly Kanae was thinking, shrugged and glanced at the blood on the ground with some regret.

"I also want to make a wooden box and put him back as a gift to the master.……"

"After all, I have given my lord so much trouble for no reason, and I also want to give him some gifts or something."

‘No! The lord will definitely not be happy when he opens the box and sees such a gift! '

Butterfly Kanae complained in her heart with the corner of her mouth twitching.

But somehow, for a moment she was looking forward to seeing a frightened ghost head after the lord opened the box.

But the thought only appeared for a moment before she suppressed it forcefully. at the same time.

In Tokyo, in the study room of a wealthy family.

A young boy with pale skin, slender figure, long black hair, and a pair of blue pupils, with a handsome appearance, suddenly raised his head.

At this moment, the original blue pupils turned into scarlet vertical pupils, and the evil aura was beyond words.

As if it itself is a symbol of sin.

It is none other than the first ghost, the King of Ghosts, Oni Tsuji Mukai!

Kibutsuji Mumei was born in the Heian period. He almost died before he was born. His heart stopped beating in his mother's womb. After he was born, he became even more frail and sickly. The doctors who called for him said that he would not live for more than two years. Ten years old.

But there was a kind doctor who never gave up and developed a special medicine for him.

As a result, Wuxian was so impatient that he thought the medicine was fake before it took effect, and killed the doctor first.

After the doctor died, Wu Mei discovered that not only had his body recovered, but he had also gained an immortal and stronger body, but he also began to crave human flesh and blood, and would die as long as he was exposed to sunlight.

Wu Mei became the first ghost.

After studying the drug formula that the doctor developed for himself, he found that the finished product needed to add a plant that the doctor called"blue higan flower". However, the only person who knew where this green higan flower grew and how to cultivate it was that person. doctor.

So in order to find the blue Higanbana, Wu Mei began to use his own blood to create a large number of ghosts.

As the ancestor of ghosts, except for a few special circumstances, Wu Mei can almost sense the existence of every ghost through the cells he left in the ghost's body, and can even read their thoughts.

But in most cases, he doesn't use this ability.

After all, there were so many ghosts, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to what each ghost was doing.

Just like if you create a chat group with 2,000 people, it is impossible for you to take a look when the group rings. You will probably just block it and take a look when you think of it, or when someone @.

However, if an administrator leaves the group, the group owner will still receive a special prompt.

"It had only been half a year since the new Xiaxianliu was appointed, and he died again! ? Am I treating them too kindly?"

Feeling that the diseased leaf has been completely disconnected from the server, Muzan frowned, with a somewhat unhappy expression.

Over the past hundred years, the winding ghost has never been replaced, and every time it kills the Demon Slayer"Pillar" level sword Scholars are also these winding ghosts.

It was clear that the ghost of Xixian had also received the blood he had rewarded, but he was so weak.

They are both the twelve ghost moons. How many times have the last ghost moons been changed every time? Have they been changed? Change the soup but not the medicine!

Sometimes we really should let these low-ranking idiots look for their own reasons, whether their strength has improved after so many years, and whether they have worked seriously.

It simply doesn't help me at all.

Wu Mei even considered layoffs countless times. Since Xixian Guiyue can't be used for anything, why are they left to waste food?

Just thinking about the young man who suffered a very similar experience to himself, Wu Mei still took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

If it's not useful, then it's useless. Just treat it as playing with the children.

"But that man……"

Feeling the fear that the remaining cells of the sick leaf still exuded even though it was dead, as if the fear of Xia Yan had been engraved into his bones, Wu Kuai frowned.

In fact, this was not the first time Wu Mei met Xia Yan. After all, few ghosts were stupid enough to be killed by the sun.

But last month, more than ten ghosts were killed by the sun one after another. This had aroused Wu Mei's curiosity. From the memories of those ghosts, Xia Yan had been seen.

It's just that he just glanced at it and didn't care. Unexpectedly, he had already become a pillar when we saw each other again.

"Heh,"Lan's Breath"? The name is quite good"

"Forget it, they are just humans anyway, there is no need to pay too much attention."