Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The game music in the video game area is noisy, and the crowd is still passing by.

Gojo Satoru looked at the black-blonde-haired boy, and suddenly felt a little familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

Gojo Satoru's memory is actually very good, but he is very forgetful about things that he doesn't care about or don't care about, basically he can't remember. On the contrary, for things that he cares about, such as Maqima It's all fresh in my memory.

When Gojo Satoru asked who Lone Claw Grinding was, Maqima was also taken aback. She only knew that she had a relationship with the boy once, but she never knew the other party's name.

The cat's intuition is very keen, and Lonely Claw recognized Wujo Satoru the first time he saw him.

It was the man who last appeared two months ago.

After that day, Lone Claw Grinding found out something like "curse" through some channels, which was a creature he had never heard of.

A curse is a negative emotion sent out by human beings, and after a long period of time, the curse becomes a curse spirit.But ordinary people generally can't see the curse spirit, except for some very special cases, and the one who is responsible for expelling the curse spirit is the magician.

Lone Claw Grinding knew that those two people were probably so-called conjurers.

The information inside the magic world is tightly blocked, and with his current skills, he still can't touch the internal affairs, so he still hasn't learned any information about the other party, even Maqima's name.

So if we can meet her again, we must ask her name, Lone Claw Grinding thought so.

I have to say that Tokyo is really big, and it is very difficult to meet classmates who live nearby. It can be said that it is fate that a complete stranger can meet again.

After two months, Lone Claw Grinding saw Macchima again.

"Lone Claw Grinding," the boy's amber cat eyes blinked, and he continued, "My name."

At this time, Gojo Satoru wrapped one arm around Machima's waist, and now the other hand held ice cream and popsicles, and the two things were separated by slender fingers. Everything seemed very small.

Maqima's golden eyes blinked, and she seemed to be a little dazed and said: "Ah, I am Maqima, and this is the second time we have met, Mr. Grinding."

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?

what? ?

Mr. Grinding? ? ?

Didn't they just meet for the second time?Why is this called a name? ?

Gojo Satoru was shocked.

Gojo Satoru found that no matter whether it was in the Central Plains before or Fuheshier recently, Maqima naturally called them by their names directly, but when he came to him, he spent more than a month. Time finally made Mazima change her words with difficulty.

Maqima seems to be so gentle and close to everyone, but in fact, there is always a trace of alienation in her closeness, which Gojo Satoru knows best.

The white-haired man let go of the orange-pink-haired woman, and patted his forehead. His jealousy made him feel that the whole world was noisy, but it was probably because this place was already very lively.

Gojo Satoru thinks this is very wrong, is this reasonable?

Obviously he is Maqima's boyfriend, why is he the only one treated differently?

Although it might be because Mazima fell in love with him from the first time she saw him, but she was awkward and didn't want to call him by his name directly, so this happened.

But this...

This possibility is too small, after all, it's just his fantasy, don't dream about it during the day.

After a series of brainstorming, Gojo Satoru finally regained his sanity, remembering what Machima said just now that they seem to have met for the second time, he searched hard in his memory, Gojo Satoru finally found it difficult Just remembered this boy.

Gojo Satoru pushed the round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "I seem to remember you, the last time you were in a department store... Hiss, and you said you knew the reformer?"

Lone Claw Grinding just remembered, it seemed that there was such a thing, even though he had only met that person on the field, he actually didn't even know the other person's name or the school he was in.

So, what is "transforming people"?

Don't they all belong to the curse spirit?

Lone Claw Grinding was completely unaware of things in the magic world, so now he wisely chose not to think about it, but looked at Mazima standing opposite.

Mazima tilted her head in doubt. She saw that the other party seemed to want to write something by hand, but she didn't wait for his words.

About a few seconds later, the black-blonde boy exhaled slightly, raised his phone and said, "Do you want to add a Line?"

Of course Machima readily accepted: "Okay."

Maqima had just picked up the phone when she was taken away by the person behind her. She turned her head to see what the other person meant.

Gojo Satoru didn't care about the sight of his girlfriend looking at him, but waved the phone in his hand at the black-blonde-haired boy: "I'm sorry, I'm her boyfriend!"

The white-haired man frowned, looking a little troubled, but also a little smug.

Lone Claw Grinding: ?

The young man seemed to be admonishing Ruliu nodded his head, expressing his understanding, and then said: "Well, I can see that you are a good match."

Maqima is very beautiful, and her boyfriend is also tall and handsome. It can be said that this is the most suitable couple he has ever seen since he was born.

But now he found that Maqima's boyfriend seemed to have made up some weird things in his brain, probably because he thought he had thoughts about Maqima.

It is true that Lone Claw Grind liked Mazima very much from the first time he saw her, but that was not the kind of liking Gojo Satoru or Black Tail Tetsuro thought.

Ever since he had talked about Maqima with Heiwei Tielang before, the other party had instilled in him the law of love for a long time, such as forums and libraries, and it was crazy to give him special training.

But he had no idea about that at all.

This is outrageous.

And it would be better to say that Maqima gave him more of an inexplicable attraction, an attraction that even a person like him who finds social thieves troublesome can't help but want to get acquainted.

Wujo Wu heard the words and slowly put out a question mark.

What does "you are a good match" mean?Good guy, is it because you see the strength of your competitors that you don't plan to compete at all?

Oh no, now he seems to be at the finish line.

Who made him already Machima's boyfriend.

Who told them to have registered their marriage with the Civil Affairs Bureau.

People say that it doesn't matter if you have a boyfriend, as long as you are not married, everyone still has a chance.

If this is the case, no matter what Fuheshier or Zhongyuan Zhongya, or the little boy in front of him, he will never have any chance.

Thinking about it this way, Gojo Wu suddenly straightened his waist, as if he stepped on the clouds and looked at the mortals in the world after he succeeded in cultivating immortality.

So I also used instinct as a reason to stop it, and completely forgot the so-called "law of love" formulated by two people together.

At this moment, Maqima raised his hand and took out the mobile phone he was holding, walked a step away from the Lone Claw Grinding, and said with a smile, "Come on."

The two successfully added friends face to face.

Soon, Lone Claw Grinding was notified by his companions, and he left alone. As for the rows of dolls on the bench not far away, he didn't really take any of them away.

And at this time Gojo Gojo finally noticed that the ice cream in his hand had melted, and began to drip down slowly. The white ice cream slid down to the ground along his slender fingers, and the touch between them became a little sticky for a while. of.

The popsicle seemed to be saved, so I decided to put it aside for a while, and deal with the slowly dripping cream ice cream first.

It stands to reason that at this time, you should take out a tissue to wipe your hands, but for some reason, Maqima suddenly lost her mind to do that, and instead leaned slightly, licking the sticky place on the opponent's fingers.

The scorching and grainy tongue lightly brushed the skin on the fingers, Gojo Satoru only felt that there seemed to be an electric current passing through the place licked by the other party, but it was obviously not the static electricity of autumn.

The touch and temperature brought by the soft and hot tongue of the other party still remained on the fingers. The woman with orange pink hair moved her tongue up the fingers, licked the creamy ice cream, and found that it seemed a bit too sweet.

Although it didn't particularly fit her taste buds, she didn't show any dissatisfaction, and soon straightened up again, with a faint smile still hanging on the corner of her mouth, and licked it with her tongue a little bit more. lip.

Machima looked at Wujo Wu's blue eyes behind the sunglasses and said, "It's really sweet, it's starting to melt, eat it quickly."

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that his throat became a little dry. He looked at the other party's lips that had become even more rosy after eating ice cream, and couldn't help swallowing.

He also licked a dazzle of ice cream.

Why on earth is patience so tormented?

It's been so long, and he hasn't really touched Maqima until now. At most, he can only hug her intimately when he sleeps at night, so that he can dream of the long-lasting dream of being with her.

But didn't they all get the certificate?Aren't they already a legal couple?Why couldn't he touch her except that Maqima didn't know about it?

This is probably too humble.

And as long as it's a man, it's hard to bear, right?

Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking.

This is not rushing?Gojo Satoru, are you a man? ?

Seeing that the white-haired man in front of Machima didn't speak, only the protruding Adam's apple on his neck moved slightly, and the next second, his slightly cool lips covered him, and what remained between his lips and tongue was the taste of rich creamy ice cream.

The other party's tongue nimbly penetrated into her mouth, with the cold touch of writing ice cream, skillfully licked her small white teeth, and then entangled with her tongue.

Soon, the feeling of touch became no longer cold, and the scorching breath sprayed on Mazima's face continuously, and the slight lack of oxygen made her cheeks flush a little.

Gojo Satoru didn't care what the ice cream in his hand had turned into, he just kept deepening the kiss until he saw the mist in the other's golden eyes, and finally let her go.

How could she show such an expression...

In this case, wouldn't it be more difficult for him to restrain himself?

Gojo Satoru suppressed himself, telling himself to do this now, and to continue tonight.