Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

If the conversation between the two of them was going on happily before this, then the atmosphere will be different from now on.

Mazima propped her chin comfortably, giving people a sense of relaxation: "I was thinking, since the curse spirit understands language and can communicate with people, can it be used for oneself even if it is not exorcised?"

But what she said was really the opposite of how she felt now, making it impossible to relax at all.

Let the curse spirit be used by oneself, this is really a sentence that has never been heard before.

Wujo Wulue poked his chin in doubt: "You mean... want to use the curse spirit to exorcise other curse spirits together?"

"I hope Mr. Gojo is not mistaken. I didn't intend to get rid of it from the beginning. If the curse spirit doesn't cause harm to humans, then what's the point of leaving it alone?" Machima's lips curled up slightly, and her index finger kept moving Winding around the temples.

"That's true... However, the reason why curse spirits are expelled by curse masters is because they can't stop eating people, and the most human beings who can get along well with curses are curse masters."

"In the long history of the magic world, it's not that there are no magicians who have thought this way, but they all failed."

Gojo Satoru's speech was not fast, and it sounded a little lazy, but this did not prevent him from telling the truth. It was impossible for the curse spirit to get along well with humans.

It has been like this since ancient times.

"Indeed, there has been such a technique as the magic spell, but of course the magic spell does not fight with the magician with its own will."

For example, his former best friend, Xia Youjie.

Not only was Mazima not frustrated, but she further explained: "Please don't get me wrong, what I want is not the so-called 'getting along', nor manipulation of spells, but complete taming."

Taming the curse spirit, this is another new vocabulary.

Gojo Satoru lengthened the syllable amusedly: "Hey... is this possible?"

Mazima smiled: "Nothing is impossible, as long as it is me."

"I can even tame demons, let alone curse spirits...or you, Mr. Gojo?"

In this way, Gojo Satoru spent a relatively peaceful half day, which was rare, and almost forgot who the woman in front of him was.

Let alone a human, he would believe that she was a devil.

"Let's not mention the curse spirit, I think Miss Machima wants to tame me at least 100 years earlier." Gojo Satoru reached out and grabbed a handful of sugar cubes and threw it into the coffee in front of him. The dark liquid almost splash.

Seeing that Maqima's expression remained unchanged, Gojo Satoru continued: "Maqima is very confident, does she have any moves related to this? Or is there a goal that must be achieved?"

The woman's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and her thin lips parted slightly: "I like keeping pets, but the only animal I have kept so far is a dog. I have also tried raising a cat, but it is not as obedient as a dog. I don't like it very much." , and it’s dealt with.”

The word "handling" is usually the first thing that people think of is releasing life, or finding someone to adopt, but it is automatically translated into other meanings here by Wujo Satoru.

"Processing" seems to be "processing" without leaving any traces, and the target is Maqima.

He had already seen the horror of this person a long time ago.

There is always a business-like smile on her face, but she never slacks in the movements of her hands. Whether it is for the curse or for him, she can easily hold a killing attitude.

If Gojo Satoru is the numbness after going through hundreds of battles, then Maqima is the joy after killing people.

The nature is fundamentally different.

Gojo Satoru thought so.

Before he could speak, Mazima spoke again: "But... I wouldn't mind trying again, cats."

While saying this, Makima's gaze was still fixed on Gojo Satoru's eyes, as if the cat she wanted to raise was himself.

Gojo Satoru was frightened by his own thoughts, and the goosebumps shook off the floor.

In fact, maybe that's what she meant by "tame".

"That is to say... because you like keeping pets very much, you also want to capture the curse spirit, right?"

"Well, almost."

That's far away.

Not for raising, but for domination.

Of course, Mazima didn't go into that detail. The power that governs demons has not been known to many people so far. As long as she secretly carries out her plan, complete equality can be realized one day.

She only believes in herself.

Gojo Satoru is very strong and is at the ceiling level of this world. If she dominates him, her plan will definitely be one step closer to success.

Equality under absolute power is exchanged for fear and absolute peace.

At this time, Gojo Satoru had already finished the second piece of cake, and was stirring coffee in a bored way: "Hey... so Maqima thought so, if you just want to raise it, isn't the teeny magic spirit of the high school not enough? "

"Of course, at least if it's a super-level curse spirit."

"Wow - how dare you say it, I hope you're not talking big..."

Before Gojo Satoru finished speaking, Machima got up, leaned forward with her upper body, put her elbows on the table, climbed up to the white-haired man's cheek with one hand, and gently took off the sunglasses on the bridge of the other's nose.

Her eyes were clouded, like a foggy forest: "I must not be able to do this alone, so I need Mr. Gojo's assistance."

The woman put her forehead on the other's forehead, and the tip of their noses touched lightly, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. At this time, even Gojo Satoru would lose his mind for a moment because he saw her delicate facial features up close.

She is begging him?

No, this is more like... seductive.

If it were any other man, he would easily be unable to control his instinct and agree immediately.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru still had reason, and his blue eyes were as clear as ever. He thought for a while and said, "I don't want to accept it right away, why don't I listen to the conditions first?"

"Let me do whatever you want." She said, "If I succeed, I can satisfy you with one thing without limit."

"Mr. Wujo agree?"

Gojo Satoru didn't seem in a hurry, he didn't comment on her question for the time being, and then asked: "If I agree, what's the first thing I need to do?"

Mazima's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she didn't expect him to ask, "You want to know?"

Gojo Satoru didn't shy away from looking at Machima, with a defiant smile on the corner of his mouth.

The answer is probably yes.

The first thing that needs to be done is very concise, and that is to say a word, "Dedicate everything to Lord Macchima".

In fact, Maqima didn't intend to dominate Gojo Satoru so soon, but he dug a hole for himself, and planned to jump in directly, so Maqima would rather be respectful than obedient.

"There's no need to do anything in particular, just say—for Makima..."

"Dang--"

Before Machima finished speaking, her body was pushed away by Gojo Satoru. Half a cup of coffee was spilled on the tablecloth like this, the dark color was still spreading, and even Mazima's white shirt was stained. some.

The orange-pink-haired woman walked around to Gojo Satoru from the other side of the table, and asked remedially, "Mr. Gojo? Did something I say offend you..."

This guy is really sick.

Five Enlightenments.

Gojo Satoru interrupted her: "What is this? A human-made game?"

"Eh?"

Maqima was taken aback for a moment, but the color in her eyes became deeper.

Gojo Satoru put on the sunglasses on the table again: "Anyway, I won't help you, even if I like interesting things. Because I found that you are an invincible bad guy."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Haha, although I am not much better myself."

"..."

"Don't look at me with such scary eyes. Is this the first time Mazima has been exposed directly? Or am I the first to discover it?"

Machima asked, "What did you find?"

Gojo Satoru pointed to Machima: "Your conspiracy."

Macchima: "..."

She was sure that Gojo Satoru had just discovered something in the dark this time, and hadn't figured out what she was thinking, nor did she know what her so-called "conspiracy" was.

"In that case, there is no other way. It seems that on the road of taming the curse spirit, I will be the only one going."

"However, your real purpose is not such a simple thing, is it?"

Machima tilted her head: "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's more difficult to tame "Wujo Satoru" than to tame the curse spirit? "

Tame Gojo Satoru, the strongest conjurer of modern times.

Not only is it more difficult than taming a mere curse spirit, but it also has a greater sense of accomplishment.

Macchima said with a half-doubt and half-smile: "Mr. Wujo seems to be looking forward to it?"

Gojo Satoru shook off the goosebumps all over the place again: "Hey, don't call me the same as shaking M, how could it be..."

"Haha, I think so too."

Macchima smiled.

But rest assured, that day should not be far away.