Let's Play the Demon Slayer RPG Today Too

My name is Haruyama Sakata, and today I bought a Demon Slayer Online RPG game. In order to get a good ending, I loaded the game again and again, so I killed the evil spirits and took away their clothes. Even if I was physically destroyed, I would definitely take off all the evil ghosts' equipment! Today's backpack is also filled with 999+ wisteria flower steamed buns, made with 999+ wisteria flower essence. Four wisteria flower steamed buns cost one yuan. This friend with colorful eyes, would you like to try them? Guaranteed to be delicious. Collect 999+ snowflakes today, and you can start a 360-degree rotating snowflake show for free. This guy with tattoos, would you like to watch a snowflake show? I am also working hard to learn the Breath of the Sun today, but unfortunately I don't have the talent, so I lit the Sun Ring Blade and turned on the special effects in a physical sense. This red-eyed guy, would you like to try the Breath of the Sun? —— My name is Tanjiro. I have a friend who is strong and kind. He has repeatedly saved us from fire and water in crises, but he always does some strange behavior and always makes me fall into silence. These include but are not limited to: He always starts jumping while walking. When performing tasks, he always takes out colorful clothes and wears them with a serious face. The clothes are simply unbearable to look at, and he plausibly says, "This set of equipment can increase agility." The ghost opposite: I'm also confused today. One day, I even saw him carrying a banner that said "Mr. Yiyong is not disliked". He was also holding a piece of custom-made clothes from somewhere that said "I am not disliked". He even tried to teach Mr. Yiyong how to laugh heartily like Yanzhu. The effect was very obvious - now the person who was disliked was not just Mr. Yiyong. Until that day, I couldn't help but ask him why he always came up with such shocking ideas, and he just said to me with a bright smile. "I'm just an ordinary ghost hunter." I looked at the ghost under his hand who was screaming, "Don't come after me again." His clothes and equipment were stripped from his body, and I fell into silence. And in the ghost hunting operations again and again. I, Tanjiro, finally realized it. My friend, although his behavior always raises my blood pressure, at least my friend makes the ghost's blood pressure rise higher than ours. Actually at the end. Looking at everyone's happy expressions, I listened to his voice and looked at his smile. The wisteria flowers were in bloom. He smiled and said to me, "That's great, Tanjiro, everyone survived." My nose felt sore, and tears burst out from Zenitsu next to me. Inosuke turned his head to the side, humming and saying nothing. Miss Shinobu was smiling, but her eyes were red. Even Mr. Yiyong slightly shrugged his shoulders. I stepped forward and hugged him hard and tightly, my voice choked with sobs. Yes, everyone survived. What we once thought was daily life was a miracle that he worked hard to achieve. Instructions for consumption: The text is in third person, the male protagonist has no cp, and all the members are cb. It is essentially a sand sculpture with many private settings. Just quit if you don't like it. Push to receive the document in advance. The following is the copy: My mother died of illness. In order to make ends meet, I had to disguise myself as a man and go to the city to work. But what I didn't expect was that I met a cannibal ghost on the way, and the kind-hearted ghost hunter introduced me to where to go. The trainer asked me why I came, and I smiled blankly: I came because I heard the salary was high. After a lot of twists and turns, the breeder finally accepted me, and in his hands I met a boy my age, with a name that had the character for rabbit in it. It's a very cute name. But he always put the knife in my hand and shouted loudly: As a man, you should pick up the knife and train hard. There seemed to be something wrong, but for the sake of salary, I had no choice but to pick up the knife and throw myself into training again. Until one day, the place where I worked gave me a staff uniform. I looked at the team uniform with a wide open chest and a skirt that only reached my thighs and fell silent. And the peers who came with me finally realized: Are you originally a girl? ! His usually fair face suddenly turned red, redder than that tomato. Since then, he has been more careful with me. Although he used to always blurt out what it would be like to be a man, now his face would burst into red whenever he saw me, and he would murmur: It turns out there is something wrong with my cognition. Instructions for use* cp is rabbit Text third person Happy eating, just quit if you don't like it Intention: Become a better version of yourself.