The Melaleuca Routine of Dominating the Devil

The visiting Wujo Satoru made Maqima feel a sense of relief that he really came.

This freewheeling young man has the arrogance of a cat.When it sticks to people, it is very sticky, and when it doesn't want to, it simply disappears.At this time, he happened to be in a subtle state of "going home and wanting to rub his legs to get close".Machima looked down at Gojo Satoru, thinking that this might be the most troublesome creature in the world.

"This town is really peaceful~ There are no curses and no evil spirits. As soon as I came here, I found that it is extremely clean."

Gojo Gojo was sitting by the door, looking lazy and relaxed, he insisted on sitting on one of the steps like a high-end coffee shop. "I didn't expect you to rent such a big house on purpose. Are you planning to live here for a long time?"

"No, I'll go back after the work here is over," Mazima said. "Tokyo still has a lot of affairs that need to be arranged, and there is no plan to retire in Bingsheng yet."

She didn't ask much about how you found this place or anything like that.The conjurer has great powers, and the other party comes from a prestigious family, so it would take only a few minutes to make a phone call.

"Is that so... so, is the work going well?"

"That's right. So far everything is on the right track." Mazima curled her lips and smiled. "After all, I did a lot of homework before coming to Bingsheng."

"If you want to complete a job well, preparation in advance is essential. Are you right, Gojo-kun?"

The soft words of the pink-haired woman seemed like a pointed sword, which didn't hurt anyone, but brushed against her cheek vaguely.Gojo Satoru shook his head, seeming a little uncomfortable. "So you already know everything?"

Macchima didn't answer directly.Having chatted at the door long enough, she raised her leg and lightly kicked someone who was still lying on the ground. "Now make way, I have to open the door."

The conjurer finally shifted his hips, bending his overgrown legs to make room for the pink-haired woman.Mazima took out the key and opened the door, and walked in.There was no need to take the initiative to greet the person at the door, because she knew very well that Gojo Satoru, who was rarely in a helpless situation, had the only option of "walking in".

...Isolated and helpless, it's really against the law to put this word on Wujo Satoru, who was once so proud.

However, right now he is probably rarely at a low point.

Sure enough, when Mazima walked out of the kitchen with the dinner plate, the melancholy boy who was still lying on the ground had changed positions, and the tall boy had turned into a salted fish cat on the sofa.However, no matter how melancholy he did not forget the true nature of the Patriarch, he still commanded others. "Coffee helps me put some extra sugar."

So what is Xia Youjie worried about? "... Isn't this very energetic?"

A coffee cup with four sugar cubes in it was pushed across the coffee table.Gojo Satoru sat up and took a sip, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, he reached for the container with the candy.Machima sat across from him and looked at him.The sudden visit of the conjurer must have something to say that is not easy to say on the phone.

She waited quietly, but in the next second, the pink-haired woman's hand wobbled and almost spilled the coffee.

"I went to your house. I mean, the one in Tokyo." The white-haired magician said something scary in a casual tone. "I didn't expect your house to be quite big."

"...Did you enter the house?"

"You will be arrested for trespassing, right, Miss Police?" Gojo Satoru curled his lips. "Want to educate me again? Take it easy, this is still there."

"..."

"I knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered. I heard from the neighbor that you are not in Tokyo these days. Afterwards, I asked you about magic and special lessons, so I realized that you came to this small place on a business trip." As if suddenly remembering, he asked. "By the way, is the woman 'Himeno' your friend? You can't stop laughing when you hear my voice."

Himeno-senpai... didn't expect that it would be his own people who leaked the information.Recovering from the previous daze, Maqima gradually regained her original calmness. "Don't you have my number? You can ask me personally."

"Oh, that's so boring."

This kid actually laughed, his blue eyes were as cunning as a cat's. "It's scary enough to appear suddenly like this!"

Machima was speechless.The guy sitting across from him was maybe five years old, nothing more. "It was really scary."

And no amount of shock could compare to Gojo Satoru's sudden visit to her apartment in Tokyo.

Imagine the restless young man breaking into the house, or Fuheshier waking up at that moment and deciding to open the door. How would these two rivals who had never died see each other react?If it is more serious, it will probably be Tokyo land sinking, the world will be destroyed, and the new Zhoumu will start, right?Trying to get rid of all kinds of scary scenes in her mind, Maqima closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she saw Gojo Satoru's face with no dead ends at close range.

"very strange……"

"What are you looking at, Gojo-kun?"

"It always feels a little different from the you I saw last time."

something different?

Machima subconsciously looked at her character modeling skin.Still a handsome and beautiful pink-haired female image.Maqima will not gain weight, nor will she lose weight, and her body data has not changed compared to before.Probably the biggest difference is that in Machima's character introduction, the demon in the column about identity has become a demon.

Can this also be seen?Is this one of his abilities when he becomes stronger?

Gojo Satoru approached her a little presumptuously, and looked at her carefully.Those pairs are highly respected by the magic world and are said to be able to see through

All the "six eyes" scanned the expressionless face of the pink-haired woman inch by inch.She didn't back down, she sat upright with her back straight.Although he couldn't guess what Gojo Satoru was thinking or doubting in that special head, all he could do now was pretend nothing happened.

"For me, Wujo-kun is different. And the change is quite big." She lowered her eyes and asked knowingly, "Did you have some adventures?"

"... As expected, you still know about that mission."

She nodded. "Mr. Xia You has already sent me an email."

"Tsk, Jie is really..."

"It's a lucky thing to have such a friend who worries about you." Mazima comforted the little boy's temper. "I don't know why Mr. Xia You thinks that I can persuade you, but you seem to have thought it through enough."

In those blue eyes, there was tiredness, depression, and a trace of hesitation, but there was absolutely no confusion or regret.Even if one encounters a failure, Wujo Wu's ability is enough to regulate emotions.As an experienced conjurer, it should be the same.

"You are not that sad about Riko's death."

Maqima's words made his snow-colored eyelashes tremble slightly.Gojo Satoru didn't deny it, and there was a frank indifference on his good-looking face. "So, why are you still looking for me?"

"Because Ms. Mazima... seems like someone who doesn't hesitate and can give answers at any time."

After being silent for a while, Gojo Satoru finally spoke. He was not curious about why Maqima knew the details of the mission, and probably automatically added the setting "Xia Youjie explained everything" in his mind. "Sister Lizi's death is indeed regrettable. But in fact, I don't have time to think too much about tasks."

"why?"

"Because I saw a wider world."

As Gojo Satoru said so, he took off his sunglasses.As far as the eyes can see, the brilliance of the "six eyes" can be seen in the dark room at a glance.She could clearly see the slightest bit in those eyes that were as clear as the sky, and the surging mantra power was almost as real as it was.

Gojo Satoru, who was laughing and cursing, and just snapped at nothing, showed very little emotion at the moment when he took off his sunglasses.He no longer stays in the present, but looks further afield.

As Xia Youjie said, Wujo Wu has become stronger.

Mazima looked at him, and her outstretched fingers slowly touched the conjurer's eyelashes.He was motionless, and his eyeballs, which were close at hand, were as ethereal as glass beads, and there was a kind of divine son in his eyes who could see through everything.Am I touching God?Thinking of this, Maqima couldn't help showing a smile. "Isn't it a good thing to gain strength?"

The snow-white eyelashes are like a small brush under the fingers, gently stroking the heart. "You understand the new moves and defeat the enemy. No matter from which angle you look at it, you've 'growth' like the protagonist of an rpg game."

"Like Greymon transforming into Mechanical Greymon?"

... Opening the mouth is the stalk of Digimon, this guy's second child is a stinging ape. "That's right, you only grew up for everyone's sake. Don't worry about it."

The series of moves in Gojo Satoru's character card is enough to make people enviable.Now there are more, and it will only be more difficult to deal with in the future.And such a person is only suitable to be a friend, not an enemy. "Remember that movie you watched earlier? 'Those things you lose make you stronger'."

"After this mission, you are probably the 'strongest' conjurer."

"...I didn't expect you to pay attention to results."

"Becoming stronger is just a means, and the result is necessary." Mazima withdrew her hand and slowed down her tone. "With your strength, you can definitely protect your friends and the magic world forever. No... only you can do it now."

Gojo Satoru scratched his hair, and sat back on the sofa thinking about something, as if troubled by the invisible pressure in the pink-haired woman's words.Macchima made room for the young man and stood up to put away the coffee cups.She turned and walked towards the kitchen, only to hear the young man's question behind her.

"By the way, do you know 'Ohno Genpei'? A curse spirit who committed a serious crime in Jimbocho and died strangely after being possessed."

A name I hadn't thought of for a long time, I heard it from someone I shouldn't have mentioned.Macchima paused, her voice unchanged. "...I've never heard of it. Why do you ask this?"

"I just found out that Miss Macchima also uses the same wet wipes."

Gojo Satoru pointed to the carry-on that was placed on the coffee table, which was the paper towel bag she used to wipe her hands. "Jie and I found tissues with the same scent in Jimbocho before, and it's strange that when Shirorin and Ms. Machima were betting against each other, I met Ohno Genpei's curse spirit again. Is it too coincidental? ?”

"Could it be that Maqima knows some magical summoning technique?"

"..."

It's just speculation, Wujo Satoru has no evidence.

In this game, Makima must not be the first to poke the window paper.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She raised the corners of her lips, put on her usual smile, and gently changed the subject. "Didn't you say you were hungry? Let's stay for dinner."

The understatement of the answer, coupled with Mazima's most accustomed smile, stimulated the sensitive nerves of a certain high school student.As if losing interest in an instant, Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue in disappointment, and slammed his body heavily into the sofa cushion.A vague voice came faintly. "You really don't understand, Miss Machima..."

So why try to read her?Makima pondered this question as she prepared dinner.

in this world

After staying for a long time, she gradually discovered that not all game characters can be generalized.For example, Wujo Wu is a person who is extremely difficult to deal with with routines.He will be dissatisfied with her smile, and even make things difficult on purpose.He will also say some strange things, and even what he does is unpredictable.

Why does such a person have to know her, just out of curiosity?

Based on just getting along with her for a period of time, Gojo Satoru probably has more doubts and uncertainties about her, and his cognition is definitely only superficial.And based on what Mazima knew about him, the conjurer's vision was too high, and he might not even understand his closest friend, let alone Mazima who had never really had a heart-to-heart relationship with him.

"What will I eat later, I'm so hungry, so hungry~~"

——Just pretend that everything has nothing to do with her and you'll be fine.

The five dragging voices of hunger came from the living room, which was a bit disturbing, and Maqima had to find time to lean out from the kitchen. "It's the sushi I ordered earlier, and it will be ready to eat after a while."

"Miss Machima is really slow... Ah, I'm starving to death!"

"If you feel slow, you can go out and find food yourself, Wujo-kun."

In any case, Machima thought, she was the player who set the pace of the game.

Wujo Wu from the three masters of the magic world is indeed very strong, so what?It is not the king who controls the situation on the chessboard, but the queen.What's more, she is not only the queen in the game, but also a chess player who has the ability to control the chess pieces behind her.

Now that the general trend remains the same, let this game continue like this.