Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The first thing after leaving the casino, Machima went to buy a new mobile phone, and then made a reservation for a room in a nearby hotel.

People come and go in Tokyo on rest days. Compared with the busy weekdays, weekends are a bit more lazy, but the streets are still packed with people.

Fortunately, the weather has cooled down at this time, even though it is still busy, it has lost the irritating heat of summer.

Maqima and Fuheshier walked on the street one after another, and they didn't know where they were. Suddenly, they found that there were many fewer people in front of them, and there were almost no people in front of them. One after another, black vehicles came out. A group of men with sunglasses in suits.

The group of people saw that the visitors were not friendly, and they walked up to the two men aggressively, as if they were here to block them.

Macchima: ?

These are gangsters?

How long has she been out?Has anyone provoked anyone?

The man in the suit and sunglasses who walked in the front put his hands in his pockets, and walked up to the two of them with an unrecognizable pace: "Hey, who is it that took away our boss's money?"

Someone from behind reminded: "Are you stupid? The boss said it was a woman."

Then the man curled his lips and looked at Maqima: "Hey, beauty... cough cough, the boss has a lot, and said that if you hand over the money quickly, you will be spared."

Macchima: "..."

You don't have to.

There are all kinds of people in the underground casino. There are company bosses, rich second-generation, and black hands. Party bosses are definitely not lacking. Maqima suspects that she contributed ten times when she gambled today. The streaky greasy old man is their boss.

Hearing this, Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone of speech was a little frivolous, as if he didn't pay attention to them: "Oh, there are often, if you are outstanding there."

He held his chin and thought for a while: "I remember you have won 47 consecutive victories? You came here by focusing on the money."

"But... for your sake, I will help you solve it?"

Fu Heisher stood in front of Maqima as he spoke, and looked back at her after finishing speaking. Maqima raised her head slightly, and what she saw was the man's clear Adam's apple and angular jawline.

The thin lips of the orange-pink-haired woman slightly curled up, and she nodded lightly: "Then I'll leave it to you, Shir."

"Okay, as long as the rich woman has the money." Fu Heisher handed her a large box of cash that Ma Qima was carrying in his hand, and then turned around again, touching her two hard fists. touched.

The gangsters on the side saw the tone of the two people as if they were talking about what to eat for dinner, of course they were very angry. The leading man in a suit and sunglasses raised his hand and fired a bullet.

"He actually underestimated us, go to hell!"

With the sound of "嗖——", the bullet pierced the air, Fu Heisher let go of the hand on his chest, and the golden bullet fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The black-haired tyrant had a wild smile on his lips, and complained nonchalantly, "Hiss... To be honest, it hurts."

A group of men in suits and sunglasses had never seen someone catch a bullet empty-handed, and they withered immediately, and kept driving the wooden warehouse while backing away.

As it turns out, they are all masters of human body outline.

But in about ten seconds, a group of gangsters were all beaten to the ground by Fu Heisher, and the person concerned didn't even shed a drop of sweat, and his breathing was never disturbed.

The black-haired man was stepping on "corpses" one after another, but his emerald eyes looked at Maqima, and waved the palm of the hand that received the bullet in front of him.

"Work-related injuries, remember to reimburse them."

And obviously, as the man with the strongest body, a bullet of course couldn't do anything to him, and that hand was just a little red from the heat of the bullet.

Macchima: "..."

It has to be said that Fuheshier is really good at extortion.

But she had just seen the other party's movements, and the set was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest excess in the movements, and the speed was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Maqima couldn't help thinking of wanting Fuhesher to become her companion again, and she began to want to dominate him a little bit.

As one of the strongest in the world of conjuration, if Mazima gets Fuhesher, then he will definitely become a very useful card in her hand.

But when Fu Heisher walked back in front of her, she saw that the other party seemed to be holding his chin in a little trouble, and a few cunning flashed in the emerald eyes.

The man's voice was still low and frivolous, and the corners of his mouth with scars were curled up: "Ah... I didn't notice it just now, but now it seems to be really hurting, what should I do, boss?"

Macchima: "..."

Just now, I was talking about a rich woman, so why are you calling me the boss now?

The two found a convenience store nearby, Maqima went in and bought a box of alcohol wipes, and asked Fu Heisher to turn on the tap to rinse the burnt area.

When she came out, Fu Heisher had already washed his hair with the faucet. The man supported the sink with his hands, and the water dripped down his soft black hair to the ground.

Seeing her come back, the black-haired man lifted up his black tights again, and wiped his dripping hair. His clear eight-pack abs were exposed to the air, and the excellent muscle lines of his waist could be seen at a glance.

The man raised his lips again, this time the smile seemed a little more sexy, and he said, "Is the boss looking at me?"

Maqima ignored his words, but asked instead: "Shier, don't your hands hurt?"

Probably because I have been with Gojo Satoru for a long time, Maqima doesn't seem to have any feelings for this kind of scene. He will occasionally come out after taking a bath with only a towel around his waist. It is commonplace.

Although she didn't feel much about the man's body from the beginning, after all, Maqima can be anyone, as long as she has dominated it, she can easily become the other person.

In addition, she once became a man because of a different ability, so she has no feeling about this aspect.

Hearing this, Fu Heisher shook the water off his hands, and said boldly, "It hurts."

The two found a bench by the side of the road and sat down. Maqima naturally took Fuheshier's hand that caught the bullet. Is he the man with the strongest body...

Machima used tweezers to hold the alcohol cotton, and disinfected Fuheshier's less serious injuries one by one, and the movements can be said to be very gentle.

Not necessarily when, the other party will say: "...ah, it hurts."

And the tone was calm, Maqima didn't feel his pain at all, it even sounded like he was reading aloud, it felt like he was playing tricks on her.

Macchima: "..."

Is this what everyone in your business does?

However, this matter is not enough to make Maqima feel anything. Her movements are still cautious, and the strength has even become a little lighter, as if she really believed Fu Heisher's words.

Seeing that Maqima hadn't responded, Fuheshier moved closer until the thighs of the two of them were pressed together. He slightly bent down and leaned against the orange-pink haired woman's ear.

His voice was low and hoarse, and a little muffled: "Actually, compared to using this kind of thing, I think it will be better if Mazima blows for me."

The man's warm breath sprayed on his ears, and what came to his face was the strong smell of male hormones.

Fuheshier is a very attractive person, not to mention the innate advantage of looks, just for this figure, if the person sitting here is not Maqima, he probably has thrown himself into his arms.

Besides his appearance, Fuheshier is also a standard master. It seems that so many years of experience are not in vain. His behavior will make people feel ambiguous, but he has not surpassed it in the slightest.

Maqima was silent for two seconds, then smiled and said, "Okay."

She held up Heisher's broad palms with both hands. In contrast, her hands were like children's hands. She raised her palms in front of her and blew twice.

Fu Heisher was a little surprised when he saw the woman seriously helping him. He thought that Maqima would not accept this trick, but now it seems that the tricks he used to deal with other women turned out to be effective.

Compared with the things he was thinking about in his mind, Fuheshier actually put most of his energy on the palm held by the other party. The other party's exhalation was warm and soft, and the place where it was blown seemed to have The current passed by, making him shrink his fingers unconsciously.

Mazima obviously noticed the other party's movements, raised her head and smiled and asked, "How are you doing now?"

Only then did Fu Heisher come back to his senses, oh, it turned out he was asking if his hand still hurts.

Fu Heisher blinked, then withdrew his hand silently: "It's much better."

If Fuheshier is a master, then Maqima's rank is definitely above him, at least at the master level.

Maqima has lived for many years, at least if Fuheshier's age is doubled, she can be said to know the human psychology well, as long as she thinks, she can completely know what Fuheshier is thinking every moment.

Maqima nodded when she heard the words, and got up from the bench: "Since you're much better, let's go."

Fu Heisher responded and followed, he felt something was wrong now, he had an inexplicable feeling, it seemed that the motive of his actions had been seen by the other party.

It hasn't been long since he met Maqima. Although the other party has always looked calm and calm, with a faint smile on his lips, he knows that she must not be that simple.

After all, in terms of the amount and control of spell power alone, she is already a very strong sorcerer.

If there is anything wrong besides this, Maqima's unguessable feeling is very strange, Fuheshier couldn't help thinking.

And to be able to win 47 games in a row in an underground casino where there are thousands of veterans everywhere, then first of all, her brain must not be very good, and secondly, she has a thousand skills, so people can't see the clues.

Fu Heisher was holding the box of cash that Ma Qima had won from the casino. At some point, Ma Qima suddenly turned around and frowned slightly.

He was just about to ask what's wrong, when he heard Maqima say, "Shi'er's hand has just been disinfected, why is he so careless?"

Only then did Fu Heisher understand: "Oh..."

It turned out that he subconsciously used his dominant hand when he was carrying things. In fact, the burn on his hand was no longer painful at all, and he almost forgot about it.

He thought for a while and said, "...Thank you boss for your concern?"