Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

After hearing what happened to Maqima recently, Fuheshier only had one sentence in his mind.

Fate, amazing.

Let's not talk about why the two escaped people met in a place like an underground casino, and in a sense, the culprit is Gojo Satoru.

My good fellow, this is really a coincidence.

And also after Fuheshier told her story, Maqima suddenly remembered that Fuheshier was killed by Gojo Wujo in the "Astral Body" incident when she dreamed about Wujo Wujo's past a long time ago The man who died.

The black-haired man unceremoniously ordered a bunch of things with the money Machima earned all morning, and ate them leisurely.

Maqima found that although the tyrant in front of him looked rough and had a bad personality, he unexpectedly chewed slowly and slowly when eating.

This was the first time she looked at a man's appearance. Unlike Fu Heihui, Fu Heisher's hair was submissive, and the black hair looked extremely soft.

So Fu Heihui's hair quality is inherited from her mother?

Looking down gradually, the man's eyelashes are very long, the edges and corners of the jaw are very sharp, the emerald eyes seem a bit seductive, and the scar at the corner of the mouth adds a bit of vicissitudes to the young and handsome face.

All in all it looks great.

And Fu Heisher didn't seem to think much about it, since neither of them are people on the bright side, they can't force it: "Well, it doesn't matter, I'm fine staying here."

Machima asked him, "Don't you want to go back?"

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows: "Do you have a solution?"

The answer, of course, is...no.

Mazima propped her chin with one hand, held a fork in the other hand, and tapped the exquisitely crafted plate lightly, making a slightly harsh sound when the metal collided with the ceramic.

"Hmm...Actually, I haven't been a magician for a long time, and I don't know much about the magic world, probably not."

Fu Heisher nodded perfunctorily when he heard the words: "Oh, forget it if you don't have one."

The conversation between the two was terminated because no one spoke again. After the meal, Maqima asked Fu Heisher what he planned to do in the future, and Fu Heisher said he would continue to stay in the casino.

To be honest, Maqima doesn't like the atmosphere here very much, but making money is really making money.

But after gambling so many games, Maqima almost started to feel bored, she didn't like money like Mingming, even if she made money, it was useless, and staying here for a long time was just a waste of time.

"If you start to get bored, try something else?" Volheshel said.

This underground casino is very big, and it's not just the place you can see now, the next level, the fourth basement level is a wide horse racing arena.

Machima nodded and said, "Okay, any other projects?"

"There is a racecourse on the fourth basement floor, where you can place bets and get money if you win."

It was only then that Machima realized that it was no wonder that she had heard strange animal calls and footsteps before. It turned out to be the sound from the racecourse downstairs.

Intermingled with it were the crazy shouts of gamblers who placed their bets.

Without further ado, Maqima and Fuheshier went to the fourth floor. The ceiling of this floor is very high. Unlike the casino on the third floor, the lighting here is very sufficient, even as if it is outside.

There is a layer of lawn on the horse racing track, and the galloping horses keep passing by, rolling up the grass clippings on the ground again and again.

This place is not so big. It seems that there are several sets of competitions going on at the same time. She saw Fu Heisher walking in front of her familiarly, pointing in a direction: "There is a game over there that is about to end, let's go."

The two came to the front of the track, the crowd behind the guardrail was full, the gamblers shouted deafeningly, and the game was about to end.

On the lawn track, a dark horse galloped ahead of the crowd, and finally crossed the line first. Maqima noticed that some of the people around him were ecstatic, and some were regretting.

"Great, I did not misread you!"

"Damn it, I wouldn't have pressed so much if I had known earlier!!"

"I won, yes!"

"If you don't have any money, don't gamble!!"

……

The next game was about to start, and the people in the field began to place bets. Fuheshier was ahead of Maqima, and directly put all his remaining chips in: "Buy number nine."

Looks like a lottery ticket.

Seeing that Maqima hadn't moved, Fuheshier called her back, "What about you? Place your bet."

Maqima handed over a stack of chips: "Beat number five."

Fu Heisher took it and handed it to the staff in charge of statistics: "No. [-]."

Before returning to the arena, Fuheshier finally asked Maqima: "Why did you buy number five? That number five was last in the last game."

The woman with orange pink hair blinked suspiciously: "Because I will win."

The black-haired man was puzzled and said, "How did this happen?"

Maqima smiled when she heard the words: "Then the reason why Shier beat No. [-] is because it won the last game?"

It was probably because she used the surname Fu Heihui, so she called her by her first name when she came to Fu Heisher, and Fu Heisher accepted it well and didn't feel uncomfortable.

Fu Heisher replied naturally: "Yes."

Maqima knew why Fuheshier always failed to win the bet.

"Wouldn't it be very tiring for a horse that just won a race by running all out ahead to start the next race immediately?"

"You make a lot of sense, but a good horse is a good horse, and it's better than the last one."

Being refuted like this, Mazima didn't care, and said with a smile: "Then let's see it later."

But soon, Fu Heisher knew that he was wrong.

The black horse No. [-] in the previous game was completely behind, while the brown horse No. [-] that Maqima bet on was far ahead, which made Fu Heisher annoyed "tsk".

A horse betting ended quickly, and it was not surprising that Maqima's No. [-] horse won, while Fuheshier's No. [-] dark horse lost completely.

The black-haired man scratched his hair irritably, he didn't expect this to happen, and he had put all the remaining chips in before, and now he is back penniless.

Fu Heisher made a wrong bet because he didn't discover the rules and mysteries. Just like at the roulette before, Maqima quickly learned how to play thousands, and now he quickly understands the rules when he arrives at the racetrack. .

Maqima turned her head and asked him, "Are you still betting?"

Due to the large height difference, Fu Heisher usually can only look down at the top of a woman's hair.

She was really short for him.

Fu Heisher couldn't help thinking.

The black-haired man moved his neck from side to side and said, "No, I'm broke now."

Maqima was a little surprised: "You actually used all your money to gamble?"

As expected of the man called the "Fat Sheep Tyrant" by casino people, he didn't eat or sleep when he gambled.

Fu Heisher: "It's useless to keep it, and I will earn it again."

Machima: "Then what do you say if you can't afford to eat now?"

Fuhesher: "..."

At this time, the two of them had already started to walk towards the elevator and were about to go upstairs. When Maqima said a word, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and Fuheshier remained silent.

It wasn't until entering the elevator that the black-haired man finally moved. The man with solid muscles put his arms on the shoulders of the orange-pink-haired woman very naturally. His handsome face was close to hers, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. Get dense.

A hoarse and magnetic voice came close to my ears: "... find a rich woman to eat soft food?"

It was only then that Mazima remembered that she had answered her last sentence.

——Then what do you say if you can’t afford to eat now?

——Look for a rich woman to have a soft meal.

In fact, it is true, as long as the big bag of chips won is converted into cash, Maqima will become a rich woman, so Fu Heisher plans to eat her soft food.

Moreover, Fu Heisher is good-looking. Although his personality is not very good, he looks like the type who is very good at making women happy. It is not a problem to be a little boy.

That's right, so Fu Heisher, does your son Fu Heihui know about you being a badass outside?

Maqima didn't care about his arm resting on his shoulder. As soon as the elevator arrived, she walked out on her own, and Fuhesher's arm was forced to be empty.

Fu Heisher's helpless voice came from behind: "Hey, you should make some noise."

Maqima didn't even look back: "It's not necessary."

Going to the front desk of the casino to exchange all the chips in the store into cash, Maqima held several hundred thousand yuan bills in her hand, and became a rich woman through and through.

Probably because she has been working diligently for a long time, Maqima is not used to the feeling of receiving so much money lightly, which seems to be more than her annual salary.

The two walked into the elevator all the way again, and as the indication on the top of the elevator changed from negative three to one, the elevator quickly reached the first floor, and Mazima also walked out.

Fuhesher followed behind her.

"What are you doing tonight?"

Fuheshier naturally asked this question because he knew about Maqima's current situation. Now he has no money, but Maqima has.

Machima said, "Stay in a hotel."

Fu Heisher walked in front of her and smiled, "Bring me one? I'm a professional."

Macchima: ?

What professional?

Oh, the little boy is professional, specializing in eating soft rice.

Although Maqima already knew that Fu Heihui's mother had passed away, and that Fu Heisher changed his surname only after marrying into Fu Hei's family after his second marriage, but this frivolous feeling still made her feel uncomfortable.

Probably because of staying with a dedicated man for a long time.

Thinking about the white-haired man who was in the same city as her but didn't know she was alive again, Maqima felt that he should still be sad now.

She suddenly wanted to know the area of ​​Gojo Satoru's psychological shadow.

Fu Heisher saw the orange-pink-haired woman blinking blankly, not at all like the way she smiled involuntarily when she was in the casino before, and seemed not very interested in him.

He raised his eyebrows: "Why? Not satisfied?"

Machima shook her head: "No, let's go."

She walked in front again, and Fu Heisher still followed behind. He didn't know how far he had walked, and he said, "Don't worry, my service is definitely first-class."

Macchima: ? ? ?

She immediately turned her head and refused with a smile: "Forget it, you don't need it."

Fuheshier even read a bit of threat from the other party's golden eyes, as if he would never help him pay for the hotel if he dared.

One thing to say, everyone is an adult, is it necessary to make such a clear distinction?

Fuhesher: "..."

That's all right, take it easy.