Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The day passed quickly, probably due to the arrival of autumn. The daytime in Tokyo was shorter than in summer, and it was almost dark at six or seven o'clock.

Spending the morning in the casino and doing nothing in the hotel all afternoon, Maqima used to go out for a walk after dinner, although they hadn't eaten yet, and there was no dog to walk.

I don't know how the dogs are being raised by Gojo Satoru.

Macchima couldn't help thinking.

The air at night was very fresh, and Fu Heisher proposed to go out for a drink. According to him, his business of the boy included accompanying wine.

It just so happened that Maqima hadn't had a drink for a long time, so she readily agreed.

Maqima used her newly bought mobile phone to find a highly rated outdoor barbecue near the hotel, and the two of them walked a few steps and arrived.

The location of this store is very good, even during the day, people often come, especially at night, the flow of people is almost constant, the two of them sat on the bench at the side and waited for a while before the seat became vacant.

Maqima first ordered two glasses of draft beer, and then handed the menu to Fu Heisher. Seeing his big features, he ordered a bunch of skewers and seafood, and finally planned to order drinks.

Maqima asked him, "What kind of wine does Shier like?"

Fuheshier replied: "Drink anything, if you insist, it's beer pie. Is it the same with Machima? You just ordered draft beer."

Maqima nodded: "I drink a little more beer, and I started drinking some red wine a while ago."

Speaking of red wine, Maqima thought of Chuya Zhongyuan. Before the death escape, she kept in touch with him, and she would chat with him every three or two days.

She disappeared for three days at once, and she didn't know if the other party would think anything.

The wine was served quickly, much earlier than the skewers and the like, so before the food was ready, Makima had finished two glasses of draft beer.

Maqima tilted her head and glanced at the grill behind Fuhesher, and said, "Boss, two more draft beers."

"Alright, two more draft beers!"

Fu Heisher, who was sitting opposite, took a beer mug and drank it one gulp at a time. Seeing her order another draft beer, he exclaimed, "You really can drink it."

Machima nodded and said, "I like drinking."

Fu Heisher propped his chin, and asked comfortably: "Oh, it seems that you drink well?"

Machima: "It's okay, I'm not drunk."

The drinking capacity of Machima and Wujo Satoru can be said to be two extremes. The brain that dominates the demon will not be affected by alcohol, but Wujo Satoru is different. He only needs a little alcohol to get drunk.

That is to say, completely, alcohol allergies.

Maqima thought for a while and said, "Why do people get drunk? This is another unknown feeling."

Invincible is so—— lonely, it should be this kind of situation.

Fuhesher: "..."

To be honest, Fuheshier was originally considered to be a group of people with a relatively good drinking capacity, but drinking too fast will inevitably lead to the top. It is the first time that someone like Maqima drank two glasses of draft beer at the beginning and still looked like a normal person. See.

Okay, she said that if she hadn't been drunk, she must have never been drunk. Fu Heisher was the first to believe it.

Behind him is the boss's busy barbecue grill, and the aroma of barbecue meat is overflowing. In order to prevent the smoke rising from the barbecue from blowing to the customers' tables, a large electric fan is placed in front of the grill to blow the wind continuously.

Grilled skewers and seafood were also quickly brought up. Maqima was not picky about food and would eat everything, probably because she had gone out to barbecue with her subordinates several times, and some even fell in love with barbecue.

The two of them ate kebabs, ate seafood, and drank beer non-stop. I have to say that Fuheshier's alcohol capacity is also very good.

Although not to the point where he wouldn't be drunk, he was definitely much stronger than Gojo Satoru.

Thinking of this, Maqima realized that Gojo Satoru seemed to be the only unit of measurement for her drinking capacity.

After the sixth glass of draft beer, Maqima took the paper towel naturally handed over by Fu Heisher, wiped her hands, got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Fu Heisher chewed the mutton skewers carefully and said "Oh".

At some point, Fu Heisher noticed two voices coming from not far away.

"Hey, barbecue, is Hui hungry?"

"Not hungry, and Mr. Wujo doesn't think the barbecue is too greasy?"

"It's okay, so it seems that Makima likes barbecue."

"..."

"What's wrong, Hui?"

"Teacher Wutiao is very considerate. After the person you like disappears, can you mention it without any scruples?"

The appearance of the black-haired boy didn't seem to have changed ten years ago, at least in Fu Heisher's view, he just grew up and opened up.

Fu Heisher could recognize that the boy in the uniform of the Conjuration High School and with fried hair was his son Fu Heihui, and the tall white-haired man next to him was of course the Six Eyes of the Wutiao family.

In this way, this is the world ten years later, and his son seems to be 15 years old.

How time flies.

When Fu Heisher was still at home in the Buddhist monastery, he once had a relationship with Wutiao Wu.

The other party is the owner of Six Eyes, and a genius who is rarely seen in a hundred years. When he met Gojo Satoru, the other party was still young, but he already had a sense of arrogance and never looked at anyone directly.

For being ignored by a brat, Fuheshier was a little angry before, but this was dissipated over time.

Many years later, I saw Gojo Satoru again, but I didn't expect him to be about the same age as him.

And with his son.

Fu Heisher couldn't help rolling his eyes, so why on earth is the six-eyed kid from the Gojo family (adult version) walking with his son?

But what is even more incredible is not this incident, but their dialogue.

The white-haired man not far away was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and said, "Is that so... In Hui's eyes, do I have no scruples?"

Fu Heihui frowned slightly: "..."

He added: "Machima is my favorite person, does Hui think I don't care at all?"

Of course not.

Fu Heihui knew that just himself, who didn't get along with Maqima much, felt very sad about the other party's death, let alone Gojo Satoru, who had been together day and night for so long.

And Fu Heihui is very good at observing, he actually already knew Gojo Satoru's feelings for Machima.

Obviously, the saddest one should be Mr. Wujo.

he thought.

Fu Heisher was dumbfounded.

Just now when Fu Heihui asked Wutiao Wu a question, Fu Heisher:?Something is wrong with my son.

Immediately after hearing Gojo Satoru's answer:?Something is wrong with Gojo Satoru!

It turns out that Six Eyes of the Gojo family likes Macchima?

Good guy, he is just a good guy.

Suddenly, Fu Heisher, who had been ignored by Gojo Satoru N years ago, suddenly became angry.Oh, I heard that kid also killed him, right?

Tian and Tyrant thought of a powerful way to retaliate against Gojo Satoru.

Pry the corner of his wall and take the opportunity to steal the house.

Gojo Satoru pulled Fu Heihui over here: "Come on, come on, teacher wants to eat skewers!"

Fu Heihui sighed helplessly: "Okay then, pack it up and take it away, we are still in a hurry."

Fu Heihui, a quasi-first-level conjurer who was forcibly dragged to a barbecue by an unreliable teacher during the task, said that he was very tired.

On the other side, Fuheshier, who was sitting on a chair outside, quickly went through his plan in his mind, then got up, and left the scene as if avoiding suspicion.

When Maqima came out of the bathroom, she shook off the water on her hands in a daze, looked at Fu Heisher who appeared at the door of the toilet and asked, "... Shier, do you want to go to the bathroom too?"

"I'm not going." Fuheshier replied in a low voice, "Look over there?"

Machima moved her eyes to the place where Fuhesher's eyes were pointing, oh, so she met an acquaintance.

But to be honest, Maqima had heard their conversation a long time ago, and she planned to wait at the door of the toilet for a while before going out, but Fuheshier came to stop her.

The black-haired man leaned close to the orange-pink-haired woman, and his warm breath fell on her ears, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol came to her face: "Don't make a sound, you don't want to be discovered, do you?"

Here he is again.

First, Machima knew he wasn't drunk.

Secondly, Maqima found that Fuheshier really liked to be in close contact with her, especially talking in her ear.

Although the other party's voice was deep and hoarse, which was really pleasant to hear, Maqima was not interested in this aspect either.

Dominator demons have no interest in anything other than what they want.

In fact, she had hidden her magic power long ago. Gojo Satoru had six eyes, and could observe everything with magic power. Of course, he also remembered the shape of Machima's magic power, and he remembered it very clearly.

It was probably because Maqima had no magic power before, so she was able to freely release her magic power in this way, which also saved her from being discovered by Gojo Satoru so quickly.

Maqima wasn't afraid of seeing Gojo Satoru, it's just that she didn't have time to do what she wanted to do now, so it would be very troublesome to meet him directly like this.

And at this moment, Fu Heisher stretched out his hand to pin her overly long sideburns behind her ears, his movements were extremely gentle.

Maqima didn't understand Fuhesher's intentions, but only knew that he might use this trick on many women.

However, this obviously didn't work for her.

The orange-pink-haired woman raised her hand and touched the man's soft black hair. She took a step forward with both feet. The height difference between the two was just right, and she leaned her entire head against the other's neck.

She said softly: "Okay."

Fu Heisher only felt that the fluffy hair on his neck made his skin a little itchy, and the warm exhalation also made him feel a little numb. He ignored it and wrapped one hand around the other's slender body waist.

In the first step of stealing a house, he Fu Heisher did what he said.

It was not until Gojo Wu and Fu Heihui walked away carrying the skewers that Fu Heisher finally let go of Maqima.

The black-haired man spread his hands and said, "It's really great not to be discovered, boss."

Maqima was still smiling, with a slight curve on her lips, she nodded and said, "Well, thank you very much?"

She just said thank you indifferently.

Fuheshier expected Maqima's reaction, he waved his hand: "Oh, it's okay, it's the boss after all."

"...It's just," Fu Heisher changed the subject, "I've performed so well, when is the boss going to give me a promotion?"

Macchima: ?

What's the matter, eating and drinking for free, the boss wants to be promoted and raise salary just by shouting?

As expected of Fuheshier, this ambition is not small.

And the next second, she heard the other party say in that deep and hoarse voice: "For example, being promoted to a lover... or something like that?"

Macchima: ...?