Chapter 269

When the sun came down, I felt the warmth coming from the vines. It was just the morning sunlight, but I felt a sense of security.

Even Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan was burned to ashes the moment he came into contact with the sunlight without any resistance, without even a drop of blood left.

However, I always have a feeling of uneasiness. In contrast to the warmth of the sun, I feel a little cold inside. I think there is something I haven't done, something very important.

Just at this moment, I suddenly heard a dull sound.

"It really pushed me to the brink of despair."

Muzan Kibutsuji Muku? !

I was shocked. Apart from other things, I was in a state where I had no sense of hearing. I had no sense of hearing, vision, smell, or taste. The only sense I had left was the sense of touch.

Maybe I can still keep in touch with Xuanmi in one direction?

I don't know and I'm not sure.

Because I no longer feel any response from Xuanmi.

"Is it a surprise that I'm still alive?" - It didn't come from outside, but from inside my body -

My voice?

No, it's the sound coming from inside my body.

The ghost blood that was injected into my body!

All of a sudden, I finally remembered this inconsistency. I thought my vegetative state had neutralized this part of the specially treated demon blood, but it turns out that the concentration has reached the level that can be used as an upper-rank demon.

And now, under the sun, I can still only feel warmth instead of the ghost's fear and burning of the sun - the blue red spider lily and the ghost blood are perfectly integrated in my body circuit.

Finished.

This means that this part of the demon blood in my body, this last incarnation of Muzan Kibutsuji Mukuro, has overcome the danger of sunlight. If he is given time to recover...

This protracted war will also be a victory that Muzan Muzan will wreak.

You've already paid so much, how could you fail in the end because of me?

But how can we kill the Ghost King who is no longer afraid of the sun?

Will you die with me?

I'm not actually afraid of dying together, but this last seed of mine...

Wait! I won't cheat in the end, the result will be Muzan Muzan!

Hey, I always feel that this plot is very familiar, hiss——

I really don't know what's going on. Why don't I feel nervous at all? It seems that this anxious atmosphere doesn't come from Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan?

At this moment, I suddenly felt that my buds were being grabbed.

Don't pull my buds!

The fuzz on the young buds feels like skin against the touch, and I can vaguely tell from the temperature that this is Tanjiro... probably.

The battle consumed a lot of energy for everyone. The patterns I left behind had been completely consumed. Without the support of the marks I had made in advance, I could not change my perspective and naturally became confused.

Tanjiro's somewhat rough fingers were stroking my tiny tender bud - No, brother Tanjiro, do you have the self-awareness that what you are touching now is my true self?

At one point, a question popped into my mind: Could this guy be trying to be gay with me?

But then, I had the next question: what does gay mean? Have I learned any western language? Or is this the effect of the fusion of Muzan Muzan's blood with my body?

After all, I heard that one of Muzan Kibutsuji's hobbies is learning other languages ​​and Western knowledge.

So my memory and Muzan Muzan's memory have begun to merge to a certain extent, or in other words, Muzan Muzan wants to assimilate me in this way? Devour me?

But no matter where it is, I feel very strange.

Hiss—Ah, Tanjiro, please don’t touch the bud of my body like this, it’s really sensitive!

Besides, there is no such thing as plants wearing clothes. If I were in human form at this moment - wow, the picture is so beautiful that I dare not even imagine it.

No, I am originally a plant, so what's so strange about that?

After calming down, I felt that Tanjiro's hands were not just touching randomly - they were very regular, as if, as if he was writing!

Do you want to convey something to me?

I calmed down, suppressed the itchy feeling, and began to copy what Tanjiro wrote on my buds stroke by stroke.

It doesn't look like a kana - is it a kanji?

Although it is very sensitive, it is like another person is writing on my body with their fingers. It is actually very difficult to distinguish.

Not to mention, my sprouts are very small, not even as big as half a palm, so the area that is subjected to force is very limited.

However, Tanjiro has always been very persistent. Maybe it’s because I haven’t given him any response, so he keeps repeating it.

I don't have hands to try to write, so I can only trace it in my mind stroke by stroke.

A dot, a horizontal line, two vertical lines, a small dot facing left - it should be a stroke, and then another dot, followed by a very consistent series of horizontal, vertical, left-stroke and right-stroke strokes.

——The characters made up of these strokes…

So familiar, very familiar——

I felt my mind clear up, and all of a sudden Komaji's words from before rang in my ears again - find my own name.

name?

Is this my name?

That's my name!

When did you get this name?

As Tanjiro touched me, I suddenly felt a chill on my neck, as if someone was hugging me from behind.

Where did my neck come from now?

It was pitch black all around me, and I seemed to be in my own consciousness. I could even see my own hands when I looked down. The next second, another pair of even paler, even more miserable hands stretched out from behind me, covering mine, and dyeing my nails a blue gradient color.

When the pale hands pressed on my originally round fingernails, they also grew longer and pointed along the growth direction of the fingers of the other hand.

Don’t let your nails grow longer. Won’t your butt be pricked when you go to the toilet with such nails?

Or I am a little flower in the world, I don’t go to the toilet.

I felt like my consciousness was in a state of confusion, and I had a strong sense of disconnection.

I am me, but I am not me.

Isn't this philosophical?

My shoulders sank, and it felt a bit like a ghost story. I turned around and saw a head right next to me - Muzan Kibutsuji Musume had a mocking look on his face, and his fang-like mouth gave me an eerie smile, just like Kayako in the dark, except that this "Kayako" might be bigger than me when she took it out.

Wait, that cold feeling on my back is...

Fuck me!

Go to hell, Muzan Kibutsuji Musou, don’t be gay to me!

Believe it or not, I climbed up Kongtong Mountain overnight!

I shook it off, but found that the scrap boss seemed to be growing on my body - a Thai horror movie?

Grass, a plant, is exactly what I am now.

How did it become like this this time? Although I had already stabilized my character on plants before, I really didn’t want to become like this.

Is there anything wrong?

And you, stop touching me, Ironhead. Isn't your wife watching you? Is Chanao still in the state of Higan Red Eyes? Can't she see everything clearly?

That shouldn’t be the case. I have used up all my abilities. If I use the Red Eyes of the Other Shore again, I will really go blind.

Under the stimulation of the trashy boss who was almost conjoined with me, I felt like I couldn't stay in this world for a moment longer.

I have no desire to co-invest with a scumbag boss to make a horror movie—it's not even a co-investment, it's a collaboration!

Things have developed to this point, and I have a rough idea... Does the world consciousness have any opinion about me? It feels like the world consciousness has a lot of malice towards me this time.

I originally thought that the connection with the world this time was the rust left on my face by the old cross, but now it seems that it was just a smoke bomb used by the soy sauce vendor to confuse me!

The connection that will really keep me here is my entire body that has come through this time.

No matter how I look at it, it seems like the world is determined to keep me here.

I'm afraid he has some serious illness. Fortunately, when I assimilated, the state where the medicine cannot be stopped was displayed perfectly. By the way, I would like to thank my third brother for giving me the inspiration for self-destruction, otherwise I feel that the name I left for Tanjiro before would not bring me back at all.

If it wasn't for the stimulus from that shitty boss, I wouldn't have remembered it all at once.

The safe word must be given to Tanjiro, of course. The one who can guarantee to be there for the final battle and is more reliable is definitely Tanjiro - if the other two members of the trio were replaced, Zenitsu might not be awake, and Inosuke...

Forget it. It seems like Inosuke can hardly remember anything except his own name. It's too unsafe.

Come back to the point, why did Third Brother say that to me at that time?

I clearly didn't tell him anything.

Put aside all the doubts. Now I can’t think too much about the things in this world. Think about something good - my CP will come true, San Ge and Lian Xue, and their double death means a happy ending - this is the concept I firmly believe in.

He almost interfered with my CP, and I was already feeling nervous.

Itchy——I almost forgot Tanjiro was still touching me.

No, I feel like I have to hurry up. My biological instinct makes me feel that my self-awareness can't last long. I have to discuss this with my friends after I go back. This time it's a bit too weird.

I must clarify all those questions!

I have never been so obsessed with the world before. After all, I am an experienced person. Although it is difficult to fully describe it in words, I just feel a sense of being pulled between the worlds in my body.

Ah——it might also be the pull of Tanjiro and Boss Shit on me.

Wait, if I think about it this way, I suddenly feel that I and Boss Xia are also good friends? Or can we add Tanjiro to the mix?

I am still in this vegetable state. Isn't this an element that only appears in some kind of book?

Is my XP getting weirder?

If I continue like this, I feel like I can just publish a book.

Why are you even shipping your own couple? Hey!

Get this thing behind me away!

Xuan Mi - Yes, Xuan Mi! Save the child, and quickly help me get rid of the last part of my body. Only after this is done can I go back.

I concentrated my mind. The one-way connection with Xuanmi should still be there, but I don't know how much it can convey.

Find a Sun Blade and crush this little seed of mine.

From among the tender sprouts, I tried hard to expose the seeds at the bottom.

The boss's consciousness was holding me tightly from behind, with his hands on my neck from the front, as if he was trying to tear my neck apart.

Please, scumbag boss, I don’t feel anything now…

It seems to hurt a little?

Is this my PTSD illusion, or is it really painful?

Help, the world consciousness won’t start again, can it play me for the second time?

Xuanmi, please give me some help and quickly convey my meaning to others. And everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps, can you please consider how difficult it is for me and be less sentimental and give me more practical things?

Wait, if that's the case, does my brother's cape still belong to the Demon Slayer Corps?!

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Before I, the crocodile, could shed tears, something suddenly fell from the sky in my consciousness space, like the sword of Damocles, piercing heavily between me and that scumbag boss.

As if some connection was severed, that familiar pulling feeling came from my body -

Goodbye, how about you!

I felt a lump in my nose - don't get me wrong, I wasn't moved to tears, my nose just hurt.

My nose hit the iPad, it hurts!

It's much worse than the PTSD I still vaguely feel.

It turns out that the collision I experienced before traveling through time was actually so severe?

"Why didn't you tell me you were changing clothes?" It was a familiar voice, my mother's!

Oh oh oh oh, I'm back, I'm back!

I feel very happy, happier than any other time I have come back.

Because the feeling that I would really be left there was really strong.

I turned around and was about to give my mother a big hug, when I saw her pointing at me while she bent down to get a dustpan and asked, "Do you have to take off all your clothes to try on your wig?"

Um?

What wig, what baldness.

It was a little late for me to realize it, and when I looked down, I saw that I was indeed not wearing anything.

Even mom can’t do that. I’m already grown up!

He quickly pulled the quilt from the bed next to him and wrapped it around himself.

"It's just right. You've taken off your pajamas and I'm going to do the laundry. Give it to me." Mom looked at the messy bed I had made and the quilt pressing on me, so she didn't look for it herself and asked me for it directly.

pajamas?

Where can I get pajamas for her?

"I'll do it myself, you go out first!" I felt my face getting hot. I had never been naked in front of my mother like this since I could remember!

It was fine with my gay friends before, and we were honest with each other in the bathhouse. But in front of my mother, I was even more shy!

Gender awareness!

My mother must have seen my embarrassment. She smiled a little and walked out. Before closing the door, she said to me, "Put the clothes in the washing machine and let your dad take care of it. I'll take you out to buy clothes. Take off your makeup quickly. We'll be back early."

What makeup?

Hearing the sound of the door closing, I suddenly had a very bad feeling.

I didn't even bother looking for my shoes. I just stepped barefoot in front of the full-length mirror in my room.

Look at the blue eyebrows, blue eyelashes, blue leg hair, and blue long hair——

Is there something wrong with the way I put it on? !