The Melaleuca Routine of Dominating the Devil

Machima was looking at the boy downstairs in the apartment.

Since sending her upstairs, Dianci seemed to have been standing there without moving, until the skyline turned white and he came back to his senses.While giggling, he left with his head covered in dew.Seeing him jumping up and down like stepping on a spring, he seemed completely unaffected by staying up all night.The silly back alone is enough to make anyone feel happy from the heart.

In contrast to Denji's mood, Machima has become a little more subtle.

It's not like a boy who would jump into the sky with excitement just because of a kiss.It's just that when she found the puppy who had been guarding the downstairs of the house overnight, Maqima subconsciously held her breath and took a few steps back.She had a hunch that if she looked at it for a few more seconds, Dianci would definitely notice the line of sight and become full of energy again.

Just like a puppet manipulated in the hand, there is no need to control it, and the emotions of the electric times will be controlled by Mazima's will.I believe that in the near future, the chainsaw man transformed by Dianci will be her best helper.

"I'm really a woman who is good at deceiving."

Fu Heisher in the living room was not polite: "Did you know?"

Macchima laughed.She didn't say much, she just sat quietly against the window of the balcony, narrowing her eyes lazily, as if she acquiesced to Fu Hei's words.

Don't want to wash and dress up, don't want to get ready to go to work.

Dianci's stupidity seems to have infected her too, Maqima did not open the game panel as usual to check the progress of the task.In fact, after a wonderful night, she still hasn't saved the file, and she doesn't even bother to think about the philosophical questions of whether the game is real.

Anyway, since last night until now, every moment has been real to her, and that's enough.

Shi Er was sitting at the table, carefully maintaining the stack of spell tools.He said abruptly. "You care too much about him."

"That kid was really affecting me."

Machima lowered her eyelids to watch the figure reflected in the window. "That's weird, I obviously don't want to say so much to Denji-kun..."

"Denji is no longer a 'child', Machima." Shier raised the Tennihoko in his hand to the desk lamp, and continued to observe the luster of the blade. "His experience is destined not to be as naive as a child. I don't understand why you pay attention to him like a chicken mother..."

"As long as you give it some more time, he will find that the beloved 'Miss Mazima' is no different from other women, and then he will look at you with the eyes of an ordinary man."

Shi Er took out a piece of cotton cloth from the toolbox, and carefully wiped the blade with seriousness in his green eyes. "He will always want to see your lips, fingers, chest, and even more secret places..."

Macchima laughed softly. "Sounds like a pervert/ghost."

"Men are perverted." The black-haired man was always rude to the same sex. "No matter how good-looking they are."

"...Who are you alluding to?"

"But you are resisting people like Denjibe." Shi Er didn't change the topic, but continued. "Although you have talked a lot with him, subconsciously, you still want him to be that obedient pet."

Gently blowing off the floating dust above, a dull light shone in the green pupils.

"What are you worried about, Machima?"

……

Perhaps Fuheshier, who was a bystander, was the one who saw it most clearly.

Maqima has nothing to worry about, she just rarely sees through the status quo.After that kiss was over, everything was like a mist.After getting up early in the morning, she went to the balcony to smoke, and she could even feel a little confused when she looked at the burning sparks.

There was the sound of a dog's light footsteps behind him.Tiramisu trotted over and wagged his tail at her.Just as Macchima stretched out her hand, the smell of smoke on her fingers made Tiramisu take a small step back.She froze for a second and smiled again.

"The reaction is really fast..." Mazima waved her hand, shaking off the residual smell on her hands, and then forcibly ruaed the furry head of tiramisu.

"Are you real? Or just a string of codes?"

The dog barked softly, turned around and walked into the dark room.Mazima watched it from her high chair on the balcony, and the dog looked back at her, too.

"...is it true?" The cigarette in the other hand was almost burnt out.Dots of ashes fell into the ashtray, and Mazima cast her eyes on the gradually brightening skyline in the distance. "This world is too real."

Does the current Machima still remember what happened before entering the game cabin?

There were only a few remaining impressions, but it was full of unreality like a simulated memory, and the name that originally belonged to her was firmly pressed deep in her brain.Maqima will only respond to the name [Maqima] now, if someone really calls her real name, it is estimated that it will be difficult to get a response.

The most important thing is that she has been a demon hunter for a long time, and she is now more immersed in this game than anyone else.

She pays attention to her subordinates, pays attention to the safety of Japan, and looks over to those who want to hold her back. This kind of Machima is no longer a pure player, but a player in the game.

Now that she is already in the game, the people around her are no longer ordinary NPCs, but people of flesh and blood.These people will worship, admire, envy, and choose to love her without being controlled by the dominating force.

power times.His face appeared in his mind, and a sigh slipped out of Mazima's heart unconsciously.

The confession from the boy is indeed pure, as hot as a flame.But Machima didn't want to play with his feelings.She has a lot of things she doesn't understand about herself, so instead of being dragged into the vortex of troubles in the future, she might as well just cut through the mess and simply reject his ignorant thoughts.

However, when she unconsciously considered this point...

——Maybe already a little bit moved by Wei Denci's pure love.

……

Even Maqima, who is quite proficient in dealing with other people's envy, has to admit that the way of Dianci can really arouse her attention.Not only that, but his tenacity and persistence are also textbook-level tenacity.This can only be seen from their LINE connections.

After going out, he stood downstairs and waited for Kurose's special car.Maqima turned on her phone and habitually checked her work mailbox. The familiar 99+ news on LINE made her sigh.She opened the app and saw that it was indeed a phone call.

Don't treat each other with admiration for three days.Just brought back to the public security headquarters, the illiterate teenager who doesn't even know a few Chinese characters, with the help of the Internet addicted girl Pava, was immersed in the baptism of the Internet world. After going through various real-name, anonymous and anonymous Twitter forums , Today's electronic times have used the input method without deviation, and even the input is very fast.

Electric times-DENJI: Miss Macchima!Good morning!

Denji-DENJI: Denji smiles to the teeth expression pack; Pava smiles and touches the cat emoticon pack; Hayakawa Qiu yawns emoticon pack

Denji-DENJI: I just found out that Himeno-senpai made emoticons for us, even Ms. Machima’s. Hahahahaha

电次-DENJI: Miss Macchima, do you want to see it? (≧≦)

Denji-DENJI: ...Have you woken up already?You won't be hungover, will you?

DENJI: Dog Probe.JPG

Denji-DENJI: I'll call Kurose-senpai right now, hasn't he answered you yet?

……

MAKIMA: I can't read your news, Denji-kun.

Denji-DENJI: Ah!It's Miss Marchma!Good morning~!Hey hey hey!I've already set out to go on a mission with Brother Qiu and the others~

Electric times-DENJI: photo.JPG; photo.JPG

MAKIMA: Denji-kun, you posted too fast.

DENJI: Oh right!Brother Qiu said that there will be a porridge master in today's mission, so what is that?Hayakawa autumn yawn emoticon package.JPG

MAKIMA: I can hardly see it.

电次-DENJI: Oh, then I will post less hehe!Dianci smiles to the toothy expression pack.JPG; Dianci laughs to the toothy expression pack.JPG

MAKIMA: ...Also, don't call Kurose.

Exhaling a helpless breath, Maqima saw the police car approaching from a distance, so she put the phone in her pocket and stopped reading the buzzing LINE messages.The door of the apartment behind happened to open, and Shier, who was dressed in casual clothes, came downstairs and saw her at a glance. "...Why are you still here and don't have to go to work?"

"Leave right away, Kurose was delayed for a while." It was probably because the puppy made harassing calls to the driver for no reason.Although the conscientious office workers are determined to go to work, they still find something wrong.Before getting into the car, she looked at Shi Er with an indifferent face, and then frowned.

"Did you bring all the magic tools?" She had the impression that the caterpillar curse spirit lying on her shoulder was the warehouse where Fuheshier used to store the magic tools. "...Are you going to confront the enemy?"

"It's nothing serious, you don't have to worry about it."

With one hand in his pocket, Shier released the landmine calmly. "That is, the young master of the Wutiao family probably discovered me."

"..."

Machima asked after a while. "... How sure are you? Are you too suspicious?"

"Forty to fifty percent, maybe half and half. I can't say for sure."

"It has never been discovered before, why now..."

"Gojo Satoru came back from Saitama and brought my son to Tokyo by the way. He is now Kei's guardian." Fuheshier said. "As for how I was discovered...if you want to blame it, blame your dog."

"...?"

Kurose, who was in the driver's seat in the front seat, was looking back at her, with a pitiful look of wanting to remind her but not daring to remind her. It was obvious that the two of them were too late.Rubbing the throbbing forehead, Maqima turned her gaze to Shier, who seemed completely indifferent, as if talking about not the strongest magician who had almost killed him, but flowers, plants, cats and dogs. and other harmless goods.

"If you are killed by Wujo-kun again, I will not save you."

"You can't save me, right? You can't control me, and you don't know the reversal spells that conjurers use for healing." Shier shrugged. "If you die, let me go back to the grave. Anyway, this life is picked."

"Because [I] picked it up, you should cherish it even more." Machima finally got into the car under Kurose's earnest eyes.Through the car window, those golden circle eyes seem both far away and very close. "You said it yourself, 'I'm all on Makma's pirate ship'."

"...So you still remember."

"All in all, try to save your life."

……

In the following day, from time to time, Mazima would think of Shier tidying up the magic tools in the morning and choosing to leave after she went out.

Although it is not sure whether Gojo Satoru has discovered the existence of Fuhei, and whether he will kill him again after discovering it, but one thing is certain is that the death report of Fuhei has long been handed over to the high-level desk of the magic circle . Names such as [Abandoned Son of the Chanyuan Family], [Fuheshier], and [Sorcerer Killer] are forgotten by most people, and rarely appear in the topic of magicians.Logically speaking, Gojo Satoru shouldn't do anything again.

But the strongest cloud in the world still looms above.In particular, Gojo Satoru is a type that Machima is not good at, and she doesn't like to face people head-on.

Opening the mailbox page, the contact with Gojo Wu still remained in the polite response to Xia Youjie's super magic spirit incident last time, and the six-eyed magician asked when to meet.After that, Wujo Satoru disappeared without a trace, without any movement.Maqima originally thought that his friendship had been severely damaged, so she went out to relax.According to Shi Er, it seems that he went to help someone raise his son.

Shi'er's son, Fu Heihui...should he go to primary school this year, right?

In the middle of working in the office, Maqima seldom wandered off, and felt a little curiosity about the child she had never seen before: I don’t know if Shier’s son looks like him?

Having said that, Gojo Satoru is only a high school student, is he really qualified to raise elementary school students?

Wouldn't it be a guardian status based on relationships?

……

In the afternoon of that day, Machima accidentally met Gojo Satoru and Fukuro Megumi at a children's playground in downtown Tokyo.The older boy with white hair and sunglasses was throwing darts with great interest, while the younger boy was standing beside him holding a bunch of prizes in his hands. He was pouted and looked unhappy.

"What's the matter, Hui? Do you want to try..." The six eyes behind the sunglasses quickly caught the figure in front of him.Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide in surprise, and raised his tone. "Miss Macchima, why are you here?"

"I was called here, Gojo-kun. Long time no see."

"Long time no see. It's true that there are... Hello, Miss Macchima?"

The necessary pleasantries are over, and it's time to deal with the vigilant children.Ignoring Gojo Satoru's black lines, Maqima bent down and smiled at Fu Heihui who was most interested in her. "Hello, Huijun."

At first, the little sea urchin took a step back towards Gojo Satoru.But no one could resist Mazima's gentle smile, even children.Fu Heihui was cautious, and finally stuck out his vigilant shell.

"……Hello."

Completely unworthy of his father, Fu Heihui is very polite.

"You didn't come here just to say hello, did you, Machima?"

"Gotiao-kun, I told you that someone else called me here." The smell is always faster than the person himself, Maqima smiled subconsciously. "Here they come."

"Miss Marchma—!!"

In the noisy playground, only the enthusiastic shouts of Dianci can penetrate the obstacles.Looking back, you can see Denji rushing forward with a super happy smile, followed by Pava who is looking left and right, and Akira Hayakawa who looks tired.She stood up and waved to them.

Akira Hayakawa was still shouting, sounding weak. "Running so fast will hit someone, Dianci... Tsk, that idiot!"

——It was the Hayakawa house that Machima was familiar with, and the elder brother came with his younger siblings.