I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

The family of four is living a very happy life recently.

The main manifestation is that Mr. Miyamoto's face almost turned into chrysanthemums because of his over-fulfilled academic performance. The cats at the door knew that he had a genius son.

Of course, Mr. Miyamoto himself would not admit that he was the one who told the cat at the door. This is an absolute slander against him, a successful man.

Kuriyama Kuriko finally thought of one thing. As for Mr. Miyamoto's original children, it was impossible for people of this age to have no children.

"Kill," the Ghost King, who was wearing a light blue silk shirt, said the child's fate in a calm tone.

"...Oh," Kuriyama Kuriko responded dryly.

Kibutsuji Muzan held the English book in his hand, glanced at it condescendingly, and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"No, no," Kuriyama Kuriko shook her head like a rattle.

"The more human emotions you have left, the faster you will die,"

A page of the book in Kibutsuji Mukai's hand was turned. Kuriyama Kuriko couldn't understand the words on it. Each one looked like a ghost drawing, but the person holding the book read it very seriously.

There was a lamp on the desk, emitting a cold white light.

When the light shines on the reader's face, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, and his skin is as white as snow. Her hair is black and slightly curly, like seaweed, hanging down on her cheeks. Her facial features are delicate and somewhat fragile.

"I know, I want to live," said Kuriyama Kuriko.

"Go out," Kibutsuji Muzan said, without asking Kuriyama Kuriko about the progress of her search for the blue Higanbana.

Kuriyama Kuriko bowed respectfully.

Gently close the door. As the door is completely closed, the light inside the door cannot shine through. She rested her hand on the handle for a few seconds before she regained consciousness and took her hand away.

Let out a small breath.

Today she wanted to give herself a holiday, so she wouldn't go to the Blue Higanbana flower, nor would she go to Kotonoha's place to study.

Kuriyama Rizi walked slowly on the street. Most people had gone home at this time, but there were still some people on the road. As she walked inside, she suddenly felt a little breathless.

"It's strange, is it because Mrs. Miyamoto's child died?"

The feeling of tightness in the heart was uncomfortable and unpleasant. Kuriyama Kuriko muttered to herself and put her hand on her heart, feeling the beating of her heart.

"This has nothing to do with me," she said to herself. "It's over."

"Nothing to worry about..."

Some images appeared in his mind, and Kuriyama Kuriko shook them off, "They will die anyway."

Yes, Miyamoto and his wife will definitely die, and Muzan Kibutsuji will not let them go.

so.....

Therefore, Kuriyama Kuriko didn't know what was happening. She was just a little short of breath and felt a little short of breath. The necklace given by Mrs. Miyamoto stuck to the skin, but it was just a little cold.

Don't do anything stupid, she warned herself.

After thinking about it, I froze in place, unable to figure out what stupid thing I would do.

"Where did this little beauty come from?"

A greasy voice that pretended to be charming interrupted Kuriyama Kuriko's thoughts. She raised her eyes and saw four men of plain appearance narrowing the circle of encirclement, blocking all her ways by 'coincidence'.

"What are you doing?" Kuriyama Kuriko asked knowingly in a cold tone, her thoughts were interrupted, she was not in a happy mood, and there was a gloomy look in her eyes unconsciously.

"Hey, she is still a beautiful woman with a temper,"

The buck-toothed man came closer with a smile, his big eyes staring at Kuriyama Kuriko's face unscrupulously, "Little beauty, are you alone?"

He did not forget to ask Kuriyama whether Kuriko came out alone.

Kuriyama Kuriko, who was already unhappy, encountered this kind of thing, and her unhappiness turned into a desire to kill. However, she wanted to be a person with a bottom line, so she still suppressed the emotions in her heart and said, "Get out."

"Hey,"

No one was found accompanying Kuriyama Kuriko. How could the four men be afraid? They only regarded this as flirting. The more challenging the better, and the more challenging the better.

"The little beauty has quite a strong character. Why do you look down on us four brothers?"

Kuriyama Kuriko looked at the man who was speaking, with his big eyes, and then at the fat man next to him. Then at the last one, he saw that this one was a bit normal, but a little short. He didn't know if he was 1.6 meters tall.

Kuriyama Riko smiled, "..." She was so amused that she raised her eyebrows, "If there is no mirror at home, there must be a river."

The four people didn't realize for a moment that Kuriyama Kuriko was laughing at them. After thinking about it for half a minute, they realized that this was a mockery. After being told the truth, the four people immediately became angry.

His face turned red, "Damn, you look pretty good. Why don't you show some shame? Let's see how I deal with you."

The green bean-eyed man's eyes are not big, but his eyes are very fierce. He is also tall. He raises a palm like a cattail leaf fan and wants to slap Lishan Lizi on the face. He has no sympathy for her at all.

There were well-meaning passers-by on the roadside who gave me some advice, but received fierce glares from the four people. After all, they were afraid and didn't dare to meddle in other people's business.

He looked at Kuriyama Kuriko with pity, turned around and ran away.

Kuriyama Kuriko didn't dodge, just watched the man raise his palm and watched it fall.

"Isn't this man a fool?" The fat man couldn't help but say.

Otherwise, why not hide?

"Fourth brother, don't beat people up," the short man said with a smile, his eyes falling on Kuriyama Kuriko's beautiful face, "It won't look good if there are slap marks on the face."

Just when the slap was about to fall on Kuriyama Kuriko's face, the mung bean man let out a painful cry, "My hand——"

Kuriyama Kuriko's eyes moved to the visitor, "Mr. Purgatory."

Purgatory Makijuro shook off the mung bean man's hand, "Ms. Miyamoto, are you okay?" After he asked, he didn't have time to listen to Kuriyama Kuriko's words, so he took action to teach the four of them a lesson.

"I thought Mr. Purgatory would send them to the police station."

Purgatory Makijuro sighed helplessly, "It's useless to send this kind of person to the police station," he paused, "It's better to give him a beating and learn a lesson."

"Ms. Miyamoto, it's not safe to go out alone at this late hour."

"Why is Mr. Purgatory here?" Kuriyama Kuriko asked, glancing at the young man standing next to Mr. Purgatory Makijuro.

A monk.

"I'm on patrol," Purgatory Makijuro said with a smile on his face, "Thanks to Miss Miyamoto, my wife's health is much better."

"Really?" Kuriyama Kuroko also smiled, "That's great."

"I've always wanted to thank you," Purgatory Makijuro's expression suddenly became serious and he said solemnly, bending deeply towards Kuriyama Kuriko. He had always wanted to express his gratitude in person, but neither Mrs. Miyamoto nor Kuriyama Kuriko had gone to the hospital recently.

"I have prepared some small gifts..."

"No need," Kuriyama Kuriko quickly interrupted the grateful person in front of him and said helplessly, "It's a small thing, don't worry about it. It's best if your wife gets better."

Purgatory Makijuro still wanted to say some words of gratitude, but he also saw that Kuriyama Kuriko was telling the truth, so he nodded and said no more, keeping his gratitude in his heart.

He then thought of Kuriyama Kuriko, who appeared alone on the street at night, "Ms. Miyamoto, do you have something to do? It's a bit dangerous for a woman to be so late at night."

"No..." Kuriyama Kuriko was about to find an excuse to fool her, but when she saw the other party's serious eyes, she had to tell the truth, "I'm in a bad mood. Let's go out for a walk."

"I encountered something," Kuriyama Kuriko became interested in telling her story, wanting to hear what the Demon Slayer Team opposite the demons would think when encountering such a thing.

She organized her words, "A person who is very kind to you will die soon. If you save her, you will die too. What will you do?"

"The person who killed her is also a very important person to you. If you save her, it means that you stand on the side of the person who is very important to you..."

"It's the opposite side."

"Has this happened to you?"

Kuriyama Kuriko heard the monk speak.

"This is my colleague Mingyu Yuxingmei," Purgatory Shinjuro introduced, sighing in his heart. This person has just joined the Demon Slayer Corps and will soon be promoted to the position of pillar.

I am getting old.

I don’t know if that guy Anjuro can do it in the future.

"Hmm~~~," the question was so direct that Kuriyama Kuriko couldn't even answer, so he thought about it and nodded.

"His eyes are blind, Miss Miyamoto said so."

"He can't see?" Kuriyama Kuriko was a little surprised. She really didn't realize that this monk was blind and could see things very accurately.

"Yes," Wei Mingyu Xingming clasped his hands together and said calmly, "I judge your location based on your voice."

"That's it," Lizi said with a look of realization.

"What Miss Miyamoto said just now..." Purgatory Makijuro said carefully.