Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 119 The Beautiful Muzan-san (Warning: Melodramatic Romance)

Make a ring to appease people—no, to appease ghosts.

After thinking for a long time, Hiiragi finally made his decision by high-fiving.

There are many different styles of rings.

There are written vows, flower vows, table vows, light vows, etc.

Gifts are more sincere when they are made by hand.

The ring looks bare, without any decoration, too plain.

Flower rings look too flashy and not dignified at all; too many colors hurt the eyes if you look at them too much.

For inlaid rings, if the gemstone is too small, it doesn't look luxurious enough; if it's too large, it's very inconvenient for daily life.

He wanted Muzan to wear the earth belt forever.

Does "literary abstinence" mean printing words related to daily life?

forget it.

The flower-planting soul resolutely refused.

so tangled.

Shugo, suffering from decision paralysis, couldn't make a decision anytime soon.

Muzan, on the other hand, was getting impatient.

Muzan was originally an impatient and irritable person. Although he has cultivated his temper in recent years and doesn't lose his temper as much, he is still difficult to please.

Enraged, Muzan changed out of his suit, put on a dress, and wore the jewelry given to him by Shugo before going out shopping.

A beautiful woman who clearly has a lot of money naturally attracted a lot of attention when she appeared alone on the streets of Tokyo.

They were used to the mutilation.

It's only natural for him to attract others with his good looks, and it's common for him to gain various advantages by using his handsome face. He doesn't feel ashamed at all.

Even worse, many men came up to chat with him.

It takes a lot of courage to strike up a conversation with a woman who seems like an unattainable beauty.

"Hello, miss, would you mind getting to know me?"

A man dressed in fine clothes stood out from the crowd of men and won first place.

The order in which men approach each other is also a way for them to compare their status, wealth, temperament, and appearance.

The man in front of Muzan made the other men step back.

The elegantly dressed man stood tall and proud, subtly revealing the jeweled brooch on his chest and the ring on his hand.

These are all newly arrived Western goods!

The price was so high that it really hurt his wallet when he bought it!

However, everything the elegantly dressed man showed did not achieve the result he expected. The woman before him, who was so beautiful she seemed unreal, remained unmoved, her eyes as cold as ice.

Muzan glanced coldly at the man, his eyes filled with disdain.

Standing at only 1.7 meters tall with such a high hairline, he's probably going bald at a young age.

I used too much hair oil, and it's so shiny and dazzling when the light shines on it!

Moreover, if you use too much hair oil, it becomes so greasy that even a fly would slip on it!

A greasy-haired, powder-faced fly-like man!

Identification is completed.

Then Muzan sprayed venom and began attacking people.

"You're not lucky enough to know me. You can leave now."

The man, who was receiving such treatment for the first time, was struck dumb. His expression was full of disbelief. He tried his best to maintain his composure, not wanting to lose face in front of everyone.

“Miss, my surname is Shimazu.” Mr. Shimazu gritted his teeth inwardly, subtly displaying his family’s name.

Shimazu is a noble surname, and it still carries considerable weight in modern society. (After the Meiji Restoration, the titles of court nobles and high-ranking officials were abolished and replaced with those of nobles.)

It is both a display of one's identity and a threat.

Mr. Shimazu often mingled in high society circles, and he had no recollection of this beautiful woman, which indicated that she was not of Chinese descent.

However, this woman exudes an air of nobility; only a noble family could produce such a woman.

Mr. Shimazu couldn't be sure that Shimazu wasn't of Chinese descent, so he became a bit more polite.

Muzan glanced at him with a cold and disdainful look, his expression full of superiority, as if he were looking at a wriggling maggot or a foolish monkey showing off.

Seeing that the woman in front of him remained unmoved, Mr. Shimazu's tone became a little more urgent, and he directly revealed his identity.

“Miss, I am the second son of Duke Shimazu Akirori…”

Wu Can suddenly smiled, but that smile was full of malice, interrupting his words.

"I am not a prostitute, I am married."

Mr. Shimazu was momentarily stunned by Muzan's smile and his expression changed drastically after a slight delay.

Mr. Shimazu: ? (?｀?Д?′)!!?

Mr. Shimazu stared in disbelief at the woman in front of him, who looked no more than twenty years old. Her face was full of collagen, and she looked like a teenage girl.

"You must be joking, right? Who is your husband?"

His voice trembled slightly.

Heartbroken, Mr. Shimazu couldn't believe that the woman he had fallen in love with at first sight was already married.

And what man could possibly marry such a beauty!

Such a beauty shouldn't remain unknown!

"Him? He's dead. He died a long time ago." The newly widowed Muzan said with a cold laugh, her voice still carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

That damned Shugo actually used me to see other people!

"what?"

Mr. Shimazu was stunned, his mouth agape, and he involuntarily made a rude gesture.

A widow?!

Mr. Shimazu then thought, "Good riddance!"

That man died a splendid death!

The feelings of envy, jealousy, and hatred vanished instantly. After all, the guy who had enjoyed the beauty was already dead, so there was no need to care.

Mature women have their own advantages; they are no less attractive than naive young girls.

By piecing together his fragile heart, Mr. Shimazu came back to life!

Energetic as ever, Mr. Shimazu seemed to have forgotten the humiliation Muzan had just inflicted on him, and said rather solicitously, "Madam, is this your first time in Tokyo? Would you like to take a look around Dongjing?"

Regardless of whether what the other party says is true or false, just agree with them for now.

"I know Tokyo very well. I know exactly where the best food and fun places are," the shameless Mr. Shimazu said, offering his services.

Muzan was initially too lazy to bother with it, but after thinking about how tired he had been back then, he changed his mind and agreed.

Having spent some time confined to the Infinite Castle, Muzan was quite unfamiliar with the rapidly changing Tokyo of today.

Thus, under Mr. Shimazu's guidance, Muzan also took a long-awaited stroll around Tokyo.

Seeing that Muzan had little interest in food, Mr. Shimazu took him to the place where he usually played.

Mr. Shimazu is indeed a foodie and a fun-loving man. The restaurants he frequents are always packed, and the places he goes to for entertainment are also quite good and highly praised. However, he is not very suitable for elegant girls.

The places he frequents are not suitable for women at all.

Mr. Shimazu broke out in a cold sweat. He crossed out the red-light district, then the casino, and that left him with only the bar.

Bars were a novelty from the West, and their clientele consisted mainly of young people.

Mr. Shimazu took Muzan to a mid-range bar that he had heard was quite good, and the customers were mostly middle-class.

As for the bars I usually like to go to?

impossible.

He liked to go, and a group of people he knew liked to go too. They were all playboys, and he didn't want his beauty to be stolen away.

The Shimazu family's power was not yet at the level of absolute control.