Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The door was opened, and the drunken middle-aged man staggered in front of the courtesan.

"Hey, hey, is anyone there? Isn't this the courtesan's room? Why is it at the back? Am I in the right place?"

"Where's the light? Why is it so dim? Where is the courtesan? How can I see her?"

In the dark room, the femme fatale opened her charming eyes.

She had a delicate face, heavy makeup, a golden coral bun on her head, and the hairpins on both sides were as noble and gorgeous as a butterfly with its wings spread out, and her whole charming and lovely body was completely wrapped in the courtesan's grand and gorgeous clothes.

At this moment, the extremely charming beauty was staring at the man who broke in with dissatisfaction on her face, her bloody red lips slightly parted, not hiding her contempt at all.

"Humph, what a rude lunatic, the boss of Kyogokuya is really getting more and more ignorant, and she dared to send this kind of stuff to me, but I am the most beautiful courtesan in her store."

"Ah? So there is someone here, is it the courtesan Warabiji, what a strong fragrance, let me see what kind of beauty it is."

The uncle at the door walked in directly, holding an umbrella in his hand and swinging it around randomly, and the strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face.

Crunch.

The black-haired beauty bit her silver teeth, frowned, and the red makeup at the corners of her eyes darkened instantly.

She tilted her head, squinting her eyes like a venomous snake, staring at the drunk in front of her.

"You guy, you dare to dirty my room."

The purple silk ribbon behind the beauty slowly floated up, surrounding the drunk.

These ribbons trembled like life, like indescribable tentacles ready to wake up at any time and devour the prey in front of them.

"Look up, ugly guy, your meat must be very unpalatable."

"But don't worry, I won't let those who offended me die too easily."

Daki's tone was extremely fierce.

"Also, I'm not some fern princess, remember, my name is Daki."

As if he hadn't realized the dangerous situation, the drunkard began to throw a tantrum.

"Ah? I'm so sad when you say that, you're not gentle at all. Change someone, I want someone else."

The veins on Daki's neck bulged, and her fingers creaked.

"I'm obviously not drunk, and I'm not ugly at all. My wife likes mature men like me very much."

The drunk remained unmoved and continued to speak wildly.

"In fact, I think you are the ugly one. No matter how strong the spices are, they can't cover the disgusting smell on your body. Listen to me carefully, you guy..."

The umbrella fell to the ground naturally. Rengoku Makijuro raised his head suddenly, and his red pupils looked directly at the evil courtesan in front of him, with a clear mind.

"You always get wrinkles because of your temper, you old woman."

Breathing of flames, one type, Shiranui!

The Sun Wheel Sword was pulled out from the umbrella, and the sky-high red flames lit up the entire dark room.

Rengoku Makijuro stepped on the red flames and jumped up, and the Sun Wheel Sword went straight to the woman's head.

There was no time to react. The moment Makijuro raised his head, Dakime's whole body was shrouded by a long-lost sense of crisis, but all this happened too close and too fast.

In Dakime's pupils, the figure of the man wrapped in blazing flames and holding a sword angrily enlarged rapidly.

The distance of several meters was reached in an instant, and the next second, Dakimaki's vision went black, and the world turned upside down.

The headless body of the female ghost fell down, and Rengoku Makijuro's forward figure stopped, and then frowned.

Killed instantly?

Something is wrong, too weak.

Thinking of his previous tragic experience against Akaza, Shinjuro got goose bumps and shook his head vigorously.

How could the upper-rank demon be so weak!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The fluttering ribbons penetrated the air, making a piercing sound, and rushed towards Makijuro.

Sure enough, it was not that simple. The red flame vortex stretched out, and the slash burned the densely attacking ribbons.

Makijuro swung his sword to shake off the black smoke. The place where Dakimaki fell was now only a piece of rags on the ground, and the headless body had disappeared.

I just chopped off her head, but she is still alive. Is she an upper-rank demon?

Only the tattered clothes of the oiran were left on the ground, so where is her real body now?

Makijuro looked up and looked around vigilantly, trying to find the trace of the Dakimaki.

Creaking.

There was a noise under the floor, and something was moving at high speed

, is it coming?

Makijuro clenched his Nichirin sword and waited for the attack, but suddenly he was startled and realized it.

No, she seemed to be running away!

I never thought that such an upper-rank demon would have no burden at all, and his mind was so flexible that he could run away as soon as he said.

Makijuro quickly operated the breath of fire, gathered his strength in his lower limbs, broke out of the door in an instant, and chased after the source of the sound.

"Damn, damn bug, I can't get rid of it at all."

Daki, who was escaping underground at a high speed, cursed angrily.

Her posture at the moment was very strange. Her soft body kept moving forward under the guidance of the silk ribbon, while a beautiful head was held in her arms in a brain pad wave posture and had not been installed in time.

"Now my power is not complete, I have to lead the damn Demon Slayer Corps to the top to deal with it."

Makijuro, who was led back and forth in circles, suddenly stopped and stopped vigilantly.

The next moment, the floor in front of him broke open, and the sexy figure of a woman appeared in front of him. She held the head of Dakimaki in her chest and opened her red lips slightly, mocking him.

"Can you keep up this time, ghost hunter? Keep chasing me, drunkard bastard."

Makijuro scratched his head and replied without showing any weakness.

"Of course, it will be much easier if you come out, damn old woman."

"Damn you little brat!"

The veins on her head burst, and Dakimaki did not escape underground this time, but broke through the wall and ran to the roof.

After opening several layers of roofs in succession, Dakimaki's figure came to the top of Kyogoku House in an instant.

Looking at her figure going away, Makijuro shook his head and said "Puh".

It was a clumsy provocation like a child, and the intention was too obvious. Only a fool would fall for it. This time she was not running away, and the battlefield she chose was above Kyogoku House.

After judging the intention of the upper rank to do this, Makijuro was not anxious.

He went out first to confirm that the crowd outside had been evacuated by Lin Heng, and then he slowly climbed onto the roof.

"So slow, are you really a pillar?"

The long-awaited female ghost said impatiently, and she had already attached her head.

This time, the one who appeared in front of Makijuro was no longer the disguised human courtesan Warabihime, but the Upper Moon of the Twelve Demon Moons, Riku Dakihime.

The female ghost in front of her had long hair scattered like ribbons, and after taking off her gorgeous clothes, Dakihime only had a few simple pieces of cloth on her private parts, which could not cover the overflowing spring light.

She was much more generous than Kanroji Mitsuri, with large areas of white skin directly exposed.

She was tightly wrapped with a purple ribbon, which outlined her sexy and hot figure, with pink petal ghost patterns on her face, and the corners of her mouth were as red as blood.

As Dakihime slowly waved her hand, a purple ribbon flew from a distance and quickly merged with her body.

The color of Daki's hair also quickly changed from black to white, and a light green color appeared at the end.

As we all know, the weirder the hair color, the stronger it is.

With one foot, the tiles were broken, and Daki's veins popped up all over her body. From behind the tail vertebrae, piercing the flesh and blood, three dark purple forked tails protruded.

The color of the tail is charming, as thin and beautiful as the silk ribbon on the body, sharp and dangerous.

"This is my most beautiful complete form, kid.

Daki leaned down like a cat, like a proud predator ready to go.

"Remember, you are the ugly one."

Makijuro smiled disdainfully.

Humph!

Weak!

Do you know, baby?

You, swearing, are like, acting like a spoiled child.

"You are so long-winded, damn old woman, you are still pretending to be a little girl at your age, please act more realistically, did you just crawl out of the coffin? ”

Makijuro was extremely aggressive and responded with a critical strike, hitting the point that Daki was most concerned about.

“No matter how strong the spices you applied, they can’t cover up the stench. You haven’t been able to see the sun for hundreds of years, so your body must be very dirty. Go get some sun when you have time to kill bacteria…”

Lies don’t hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

The focus was on ‘old’ and ‘ugly’, with ‘dirty’ and ‘stinky’ interspersed from time to time. Under the high-intensity, high-precision and uninterrupted mental attack, Daki was successfully broken by Makijuro.

“Good, very good, you ugly bastard…”

Daki gritted her teeth and said, as if Mount Fuji, which had been silent for hundreds of years, was suddenly provoked to burst into flames.

“Listen carefully, I’m about to make you live a life worse than death…”

“Breathing of Fire, One Type, Shiranui. "

Taking advantage of the moment when the female ghost was furious, Makijuro did not follow martial ethics and attacked directly, stepping on the flames and launching the attack first.

After learning the true meaning of breathing from Lin Heng, he was no longer afraid of the road ahead.

Today, at this moment!

He wanted to fight to the death with the upper string and obtain his own breath of fire!

The flames burst out, and at this moment Makijuro, who was surrounded by flames, had red eyes.

With eyes wide open, he looks like a yaksha or a raksha!