The Melaleuca Routine of Dominating the Devil

Proper movement of muscles and bones is conducive to physical and mental health.

In the subsequent sparring sessions with Fuhesher, Maqima was deeply aware of this point.

Due to the nightmare experience brought by the unknown youth with a chainsaw ten years later, Maqima didn't respond on the surface, but in fact, she had accumulated a lot of icy anger that burned at a low temperature.This anger can't be vented to innocent people, but for a person like Fu Hei who has a bad character and is extremely resistant to beatings, he can do it at will.So when the black-haired man challenged the authority, Maqima would never be polite to him, and the two often ended the conflict with a new round of melee.

Fuheshier, who has not recovered from his injuries, is still a beast.It is very easy to get into a fight, and even if the blood rushes to the head, you don't care about it.When she saw that the originally neat and clean apartment had changed beyond recognition, Maqima directly warned Fuhesher that if she ruined things again, she would sell all his magic tools for subsidies. That man didn't let himself go so freely.

This time is the same.

——It wasn't until the white bandages tied around his waist and severed arm were soaked with blood that he made a pause gesture and backed away, not forgetting to protest at the same time. "Miss Macchima, is it necessary to greet my waist? I don't want to bully patients like this."

"Describe yourself as a patient, but behave more like it." Maqima didn't feel the slightest sense of guilt. "Lie back to me."

"It's not good to lie down for too long, the bones will be rusted."

Fu Heisher twisted his neck, and the cervical joints made a crisp clicking sound. "But after this fight, I feel much better... Huh!"

The only person who became tattered after the earth-shattering battle but became extremely excited was Fuheshier himself.Machima picked up the wet towel that was set aside and wiped off the blood stained on her hands.Not far away, Fu Hei took off his loose pajamas, revealing his firm upper body.Each of the scarred and knotted muscles contained strength, full of deterrence like a sleeping murderous weapon.

This guy really doesn't shy away from it, does he already regard this place as his own territory?Seeing that the man still intends to continue undressing, she finally couldn't help but speak. "If you take off your pants, I'll be rude to you."

"Huh? But my leg was also injured." Fu Heisher frowned—dissatisfied. "It's so sticky and uncomfortable."

"I don't want to see naked men at home."

"Really? Even if you are in good shape, you don't want to watch it?"

"...Please be a little self-aware. You look miserable right now, Mr. Fuhei."

Seeing that the beast he picked up looked bloody again with a ruptured wound, Mazima finally remembered that there was a first-aid kit in the house that had never been used. "...Do you need hydrogen peroxide?"

"It's impossible to spit and wipe off this kind of injury, right? Take it here quickly."

Even though he said so, Fu Heisher took off the completely soaked bloody bandage as if nothing happened, and casually threw it aside.He didn't seem to see Mazima's cold face, and he took the first-aid kit naturally. "Even this kind of thing? It's worthy of being a demon hunter of the public security department. It's professional enough."

—Find out the morphine injection for pain relief, and hit the severed arm directly, so violently that I didn’t even do disinfection.Even if a man is doing first aid for himself, it is a brutalist style.Machima sighed, feeling that the future of teaching beasts was far away. "Remember to clean up after use."

"So, it's very inconvenient for me now, after all, it's very troublesome to lose an arm... Hey, Makima, Makima!"

After cleaning her hands, the pink-haired woman went to the kitchen to make coffee, ignoring the slightly painful gnashing of teeth of the man behind her. "I can't reach my back with one hand!"

"When asking for help, polite language should always be used, right?"

"……what?"

After staying with a strategic combat madman like Fuhesher for a long time, even the temperature of his blood is hotter than before.In the past two days, she has done more unconsciously than usual, not even so frequently when Bingsheng was on a business trip, and her actual combat skills have become even more refined under the tireless honing (harassment) and training (harassment) of the magician killer.

But - still a little tired.

If possible, Mazima, who already dominated the demons, would prefer to stand behind the scenes and direct others to fight in a time-saving and labor-saving way.

Fragrant coffee can calm people's tense nerves.She closed her eyes and relaxed for a while (the man in the background panel was still showing his presence without a sound), and when she looked at Fuheshier again, Maqima returned to her usual smile.

"Don't understand? Then let me make it clear. When asking for help, you have to say 'please'. If I ask you to do something, you have to say 'yes', or 'woof'."

"...Miss Jin Zhu, please allow me to ask you a sincere question." Fu Heisher's face darkened. "Are you crazy, come again?"

"It's just that you didn't realize it, Mr. Fuhei. I just want to impress you more."

The stubbornness and rebelliousness of men is a headache.Do you want to use your dominance ability to solve it all at once?Machima thought about it, but decided to keep his personality first.Besides, she was also a little curious to know how far she could push the magician killer who was at a disadvantage. "You are already my property. Don't squander my patience with the good intentions of casting it."

"You woman..."

"By the way, if you still choose to do it again, I won't provide any more first aid supplies." Mazima said. "I'll just throw you naked at the entrance of the High School."

"...You said you were a demon hunter?" Fu

Heisher inhaled and exhaled, gritted his teeth with a sneer and muttered softly. "The people from the Ministry of Public Security must have made a mistake. A woman like you is clearly a devil..."

bingo, that's right.

Compared with the bad mood of the iron-headed man before, Maqima was obviously pleased. "So, what are your options now?"

"Machima, you..."

He was interrupted by a polite knock on the door, followed by the ringing of the doorbell.Fu Heisher shut his mouth, his green pupils shrank instantly, flashing a sharp cold light like a wolf.

Mazima put down the coffee cup, motioned for the other party to be calm, and then walked towards the entrance.The man who was still shirtless and hadn't changed his gauze silently took it from the table—the scissors for cutting bandages in his palm.He arched his body slightly, which was the most convenient position for movement.

He waited until there was the sound of the door opening outside.

I don't know what the pink-haired woman said standing at the entrance, Maqima quickly turned back, and she saw Fuheshier in the living room with thorns all over her body. "... What are you doing?"

"...Not your conjurer friends?"

"Relax, they're not here. You're still safe here." She put down the heavy cardboard box she was holding. "I sent something very important to me."

……

Mazima sat at the table and concentrated on unpacking the cardboard boxes, leaving the magician killer lying on the sofa, not knowing what to think.In the end, Fuheshier stubbornly did not ask for help, relying on his only hand to clumsily wrap all the bandages tightly.Maqima just looked at him with such a smile, thinking that sooner or later you will know how to ask for help.

"So, you have a good relationship with the young master of the Wutiao family, right?"

Probably the courier's knock on the door reminded him of something.The dark-haired man was idly tossing a dog toy with chocolate left on the couch.Even with one hand, you can catch that round ball firmly. "When I was lying in a coma, I seemed to hear that kid knocking on the door outside... Yes, he came to look for you."

"It's okay, but I'm not very familiar with it."

"Really? That's the young master of Wutiao's family. He didn't know you well when he came here on purpose. Do you have to hold him until you get tired of it?"

"Well, although there seems to be a hug..." Makima recalled that anticlimactic date, and in the second half of the date, she received a panicked hug from Gojo Satoru. "We went on a date once."

"what?!"

Before Mazima could explain, she was interrupted by Fuheshier who stood upright. "Dating? Don't you guys know each other very well?"

"Wait, you look about the same age as me, that is to say, you are older than that kid Gojo Satoru, older..."

Fu Heisher, who was idle and crazy, was doing mental calculations there.When he realized that the pink-haired woman was dating a high school student as a Japanese civil servant, he couldn't help but admire more in his eyes.Machima was a little absent-minded, all her attention was focused on cutting the outer packing tape with a paper knife.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fuhei, I didn't save you to hand over to the magician. You are mine now."

"...The more you say that, the more uncertain I feel."

At this moment, Fu Heisher finally let go of his vigilance. "So what is your purpose in saving me? If it were another woman, I could still guess that it was a jealousy attack, and you wanted to lock me up as a confinement..."

"But if it's you, Machima... I'm only worried about whether this crippled body is of value to you."

Although it was a joke, it is not difficult to understand what Fuhesher meant.

——So far, which side is your position on?

He even concealed something from the familiar Wujo Satoru, should he trust Maqima?

Being stuck in a house is downright ordeal for the proud Warlock Killer.Mazima revealed too little information, and he was restricted from going out freely. It is natural that the unequal information will create a sense of insecurity, even the magician killer who is good at enduring and lurking will be affected. "What exactly is your goal... Machima?"

Hearing Fu Heisher's uncertainty, the pink-haired woman finally stopped.She thought for a moment, and finally said slowly. "Mr. Fuhei, I want you to join the public security headquarters and become a demon hunter."

"...Do you want me to eat public meals in the future?"

"Before you were injured so badly by Wujou, almost all the conjurers thought you were dead. It seems meaningless to return to the conjuration world. Why don't you join my team."

"This matter has been considered for a while. Form an elite team to deal with the demon of the gun." Maqima said. "Many arrangements of the Public Security Headquarters are too backward. In my vision, the members who deal with demons should not be limited to hunters. Sorcerers, demons, demons... life forms that have the ability to exorcise demons are all fine. Join a team like this."

"Forget about the devil and the magician." Fu Heisher frowned. "Demon? Are you serious? That's the enemy."

"Prince is a spider demon. The eight-legged lady you attacked last time is my most loyal subordinate." Mazima said softly and coldly. "I trust her more than you, Mr. Fuhei. You have to work harder."

"Tsk, what's so hard about it..."

With the degree of freedom in this game, it shouldn't be difficult to form your own demon squad.

Disaster.It's just that the personnel can no longer be cannon fodder or ordinary NPCs without names. Maqima wants to use a more efficient way to carry out this matter: use the ability to dominate to gather people with special abilities.

Winning is also a good means. "Mr. Fuhei is very suitable to be a hunter. How about it, are you interested?"

"I don't seem to have the right to say no, do I? Everyone's already on Miss Marchma's boat."

Fu Hesher lazily responded.He seems to have accepted Mazima's rhetoric, and he has begun to learn to joke. "Besides, the wages of being a Japanese civil servant are very low... Tsk, from now on, you will contract my new magic tools."

"Speaking of which... I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is that?"

"Oh, you said this..."

The purple object carefully taken out of the cardboard box by Mazima is the secret weapon of the Povino family in Italy.

The benefits of dominating Dino Gabrielone were clearly highlighted again after leaving and Sheng.This time, Macchima ordered him to return directly to Italy, and obtained the only special item from the Povino family by means of trading (or coercion?).When she held the ten-year bazooka in her hand, Mazima's heart was filled with unspeakable emotions.

"After I rescued you from that battle, the original established future was rewritten." Mazima said. "And I have a new connection with you, Fuheshier..."

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"...Maybe I can use you to try." The pink-haired woman's fingers holding the rocket launcher became tighter and tighter, and she finally made up her mind. "It's only 5 minutes, I'll wait for your news."

After all, she suddenly raised the bazooka and aimed it at the stunned man.

"Observe that future for me, Mr. Fuhei!"