Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

After the kiss, the two first found an empty bench nearby and sat down, intending to finish off the ice cream and popsicles that were almost completely melted.

After Mazima licked his fingers, the other party took out a tissue to help him wipe his hands, then took the creamy ice cream in his hand and began to eat.

Gojo Satoru tore open the packaging bag of the popsicle in his hand, as expected, the popsicle had already melted down, he didn't care, just took a bite normally.

The weather in mid-October already did not allow people to eat ice, but who would have thought that the temperature would suddenly rise today, and the ice cream trucks in the playground would open for business again.

Even though it melted a little, the popsicle was still very cold, and the smell of the cold soda that melted in his mouth made him feel a lot clearer, and the hot feeling in his chest also subsided for the most part.

He turned his head slightly, and saw that Maqima was licking ice cream in small bites, and her small, red tongue reminded him of the scene when he was entangled with her lips and tongue just now.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Damn, can I stop thinking about it.

Gojo Satoru switched the popsicle to the other hand, patted his forehead heavily with the frozen palm, and kept telling himself to stop.

Others don't say that marriage is the tomb of love. They have registered for two months, and Gojo Satoru still feels that their love has just begun.

...he is really hopeless.

The white-haired man handed the popsicle to the orange-pink-haired woman's mouth very naturally, and said, "This one smells like soda."

Gojo Satoru remembered that Machima liked soft drinks and the like, especially the cola-flavored and wave-flavored lollipops.

Although she doesn't usually eat sweets, it can be seen that she still likes lollipops.

Maqima took a bite without thinking, and it happened to be where the other party had just bitten. This kind of thing is already considered a daily routine for them.

The sweet taste of soda spread in the mouth, and Machima passed her cream ice cream to the other side, Gojo Satoru also licked it, and a popsicle and an ice cream were quickly wiped out by the two of them up.

It was only then that Gojo Satoru found the doll that Machima put aside, he remembered this: "That boy gave it to you?"

Maqima nodded when she heard the words: "Well, because I have been holding this before, but I didn't get it, so Mr. Grinder took it out and gave it to me."

...Why is it Mr. Grinder again?

Gojo Satoru rubbed his forehead, he really didn't want to hear the names of other men besides him from Maqima's mouth.

But it doesn't matter, Maqima probably regards him as a child, and there is no need for him to eat the flying vinegar of children.

But... Gojo Satoru was still furious.

"Machima, throw this away, I won't make another one for you!"

Maqima shook her head helplessly: "I don't want to give up, how do you think it looks like enlightening you?"

White fur, blue eyes, kitten.

Can't say it's unrelated, just the same.

When Machima said this, Gojo Satoru suddenly began to laugh inwardly.

Sure enough, she didn't like that the kid gave her the doll and was reluctant to throw it away. It was because the doll was so similar to him that she was reluctant to throw it away!

Gojo Gojo smiled and clapped his hands: "Okay, okay, then don't throw it away. If that's the case, I'll give you one too."

As the strongest conjurer, it is not too easy for Gojo Satoru to clip the doll he wants by cheating with the spell. Maqima watched the doll fall from the clip, and couldn't help but feel that the spell was real. so convenient.

Gojo Satoru gave her a pink bunny doll.

He put the white cat doll and the little rabbit doll together: "Do you think this looks like Maqima you? This way we can make a pair!"

Macchima: ?

Is she a rabbit?looks like?

Gojo Gojo rested his chin and looked at her with a smile: "Like, Machima is the cutest bunny in my eyes."

Maqima smiled, and also smiled.

There is really nothing to do with him.

The white-haired man sat on the bench, his long legs stretched out to the ground, and he said with some embarrassment, "Well... what are you going to do in the afternoon?"

If there is anything in the entire playground that they haven't played, it seems that there are not many left. There are also a few facilities such as haunted houses, jumping machines, and ferris wheels.

As for the jumping machine, neither of them has much interest. As for the Ferris wheel, they have already decided to wait until the fireworks are set off at night.

Now the only choice is... the haunted house.

Machima flipped through the playground map in her hand again: "Then let's go to the haunted house."

When it comes to haunted houses, Gojo Satoru couldn't help asking: "Makima, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Maqima said "it's okay", but she swallowed it after thinking about it. She frowned slightly and said, "I'm a little scared. Actually, I'm not very good at this."

You must pay attention to prescribing the right medicine for people. If she is indifferent to everything, it will make the other party feel that she is boring. Saying this will also arouse his desire to protect.

Machima said this not because she thought Gojo Satoru would think her boring, but because she wanted the other party to feel that this date was at least interesting.

After all, strong men love to protect women who are weaker than themselves, don't they?

It has to be said that the experience held by Maqima is still incomparable to Gojo Satoru.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru was a little surprised, because in his impression, Maqima seemed to be perfect, and he had never seen her afraid of anything.

But now, that perfect image seems to have collapsed. Not only was it unexpected, Gojo Satoru gradually discovered that the image of Machima in his heart became more and more clear.

The corners of his lips involuntarily evoked a nice arc, Gojo Satoru rested his chin with one hand, and held Machima's hand with the other. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Okay, Machima will be there then." Get behind me."

Maqima gave a "hmm" and nodded obediently. When she looked up, she saw that the other party's blue eyes were full of smiles.

It's so coaxing.

It wasn't until the two of them came to the entrance of the haunted house that they realized that the haunted house in this amusement park was extremely cold.

It is such a big playground, and there is only such a haunted house in the park, logically speaking, shouldn't this place be particularly popular?Even if it's not popular, at least you have to line up to get in.

The staff standing at the entrance of the haunted house, because no one came for a long time, idly swiped their mobile phones, and yawned, lamenting how easy the job is.

On weekends, in an amusement park with such a large flow of people, how could the only haunted house in it be completely deserted? There must be something strange about it.

It was probably an occupational disease. A conjurer and a demon hunter felt that there was something strange about it at the same time, so they went up to ask the staff what was going on.

Gojo Satoru took Machima's hand, came to the staff and asked, "Hello, this haunted house seems deserted, what's going on?"

When the female employee saw the handsome guy, she was still yawning just now, but now she lost all sleepiness in an instant, her eyes were as wide as copper bells, and she actively explained: "I heard from the tourists who have been in the haunted house in the past few days. It was so scary that no one dared to go in again."

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words: "Oh? Was this the case a few days ago?"

The staff in uniform nodded affirmatively: "Yes, since a few days ago, I heard people say that it has become uncommonly scary, but it has not been renovated for a long time, and the ghosts inside are still the same. A young lady..."

"After that, everyone is wearing the haunted house here, which is very scary, and fewer and fewer people dare to go in. Basically, only a few people who come to try their courage will go in."

"However, there is one strange thing. I remember clearly that some people who came to test their courage aggressively seemed to have never come out after entering. Although I may have remembered wrongly, I clearly saw them go in..."

Now that it's all said here, the female employee told the strange things she saw recently, inside and out.

The orange-pink-haired woman became expressionless at some point, her golden eyes looked straight into the eyes of the female employee, and then she asked, "So have you been in the past few days?"

The little girl shook her head: "No, because I'm also afraid of this kind of thing, but I asked the little sister who pretended to be a ghost, and she said that she didn't have anything."

This is strange.

Why only tourists find it scary, but the staff don't.

Maqima guessed that it was probably a curse, or something like a monster.

Because people always feel fear in haunted houses, it is not uncommon for curse spirits to be born after a long time. Even Maqima once did the task of exorcising little curse spirits in haunted houses.

As for why it is a "little curse spirit", it is because the level of curse spirits in haunted houses is generally not high. After all, everyone knows that everything in haunted houses is fake, so in fact, the real fear in the heart is not strong.

But they usually make good use of the terrain in the haunted house and are good at concealment, so they send a first-level spellcaster like her to execute them.

Gojo Satoru nodded to show his understanding, and then pulled Maqima to go into the haunted house: "Oh, let's go in and have a look."

Staff: "?! Wait, aren't you afraid?"

Gojo Satoru: "No, she can walk behind me."

Machima: "Yeah."

After finishing speaking, the two of them started walking side by side again. The female employee standing guard in front of the haunted house was startled. She yelled twice, and then stopped Gojo Satoru alone: ​​"Excuse me, handsome guy, can you take a photo with me?" ?!"

A little girl who seemed to be quiet and quiet suddenly called out in such a voice, it could be seen that she was going all out.

pity……

The white-haired man turned his head, gave the little girl a wink, and resolutely refused, "Sorry, my girlfriend is here."

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru interlocked fingers with Maqima, and walked gracefully into the gate of the haunted house.

The inside of the haunted house was dim, and only the dim lights could barely see the road ahead, creating a creepy environment. After the two walked side by side for a while, they found that some strange things had begun to appear on the wall .

For example, inexplicable murals, red bloody handprints, etc. Compared with other haunted houses, these are actually quite routine.

Gojo Satoru glanced at Machima who was walking by his side: "Are you afraid of Maqima?"

"It's fine at this stage," Machima said.

But even though she said it was okay, her arm was very naturally wrapped around the white-haired man's arm, as if she was trying to be brave.

Feeling that he seemed to be being relied on by the other party, Gojo Gojo suddenly felt that he was in a very good mood, and he had already started to think in his heart that she disliked her integrity, but in fact, he might already be afraid.

Maqima didn't know that Gojo Satoru had so many psychological dramas, she just felt that it was already there, even ordinary girls wouldn't find it scary after watching it, there was nothing to be afraid of, and she just held him because it was a little dark here.

Gojo Satoru took his eyes away from Machima, looked forward and said, "There is a curse here."

Maqima said "hmm", of course she also found out.

The "six eyes" of Wujo Wu, the strongest magician, can see through anything with magic power. It stands to reason that he should have found the location of the magic spirit by now.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help sighing: "Ah, sometimes it's really boring to end all at once."

"Why don't we stop doing it and let the students get rid of this one."

Macchima: "..."

Do you hate working overtime on holidays so much?