Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

On the quiet and deserted street, colorful neon lights kept flashing. Because of the commotion caused by the demons before, this street probably needs to be rebuilt.

Hirofumi Yoshida walked in front, and Gojo Satoru followed behind listening to the footsteps of the other party.

Gojo Satoru felt that he had been walking for a long time, but he still didn't realize that the other party wanted to stop, so he asked, "Where is she? How long is she going?"

The black-haired boy walked ahead without looking back, and he didn't slow down because the white-haired man behind him couldn't see him. He even walked very fast, as if he was taking revenge.

Gojo Satoru didn't care about the other party's behavior. After all, he was just a male high school student, and it was normal to be immature, but he himself was already an adult.

However, Wujo Satoru didn't know that in the eyes of others, he was the most childish guy.

"Come on, as for where she is..." Hirofumi Yoshida turned a corner, "Are you sure you don't know?"

Gojo Satoru:?

The white-haired man asked suspiciously, "If I knew, would I entrust you?"

Yoshida Hirofumi didn't speak, and then he couldn't help turning his head and glanced back. The other party's smiling expression seemed to be a little off, and he could tell that Gojo Satoru was not in a good mood.

But where else would Machima be?

Either at the devil's police or at her own home.

Yoshida Hirofumi knew that Gojo Satoru couldn't see, so he asked him to lead the way and he understood, but the other party actually said that he didn't know where Machima was now, which was very unreasonable.

Could it be that this person is not familiar with Maqima?

Hirofumi Yoshida blinked, and then suddenly realized, how could they be familiar? Maqima entrusted him with a huge sum of money to catch him. Anyway, they must not have a serious relationship, enemies.

But he didn't look like Gojo Satoru's performance.

Gojo Satoru is powerful, even if he is invisible, he is undoubtedly a formidable opponent. It is beyond his expectation that a person with discerning eyes like Maqima did not recruit him to the devil's police.

Hirofumi Yoshida narrowed his narrow black eyes, thought for a while, and then stopped thinking about it.

Whether they are acquainted or not, whether they are enemies, and whether Maqima has dug him in, what does it have to do with him?

He was just a high school student who was suddenly caught as a young man.

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After walking with Yoshida Hirofumi for a few more minutes, the person in front stopped, stood still, and said, "This is it, Devil Public Security."

Gojo Satoru blinked suspiciously, obviously he had never heard of this place.

But that's right, after all, this is the world of Machima, and he has never set foot here. He seems to know nothing about the things in this world, except that there are demons similar to curses.

Hirofumi Yoshida turned around, and even though he knew Gojo Satoru couldn't see him, he still waved his hand in his direction: "Then I'll go, 1000 million won't be used, anyway, it's considered that I caught you here , my task is accomplished."

Experts will not give up tasks halfway.

Of course, there will be no betrayal on the way.

Demon hunter is a very lucrative profession. Even if a civilian demon hunter is not like the demon police, the government pays his wages, and the rewards offered by the black market are enough for him to earn a fortune.

Therefore, Hirofumi Yoshida is not short of money. Getting the commission fee from Macchima is enough for him to be salty fish for a period of time, and there is no need to take another 1000 million to be honest.

And the 1000 million is not for nothing, it will indeed damage his reputation.

Wutiao Wu heard the words and smiled, and replied: "Okay, you are indeed an expert."

The white-haired man stood where he was, and he knew he was standing in front of a tall building, which should be where Mazima worked.

To be honest, it is really inconvenient and annoying to not see things. I can only keep imagining the scenes I should see in my mind, which also consumes more brainpower than before.

And this is just the beginning.

He still has a long time to get used to it.

Gojo Satoru breathed out, he knew that Maqima must have known that he was here by now, so he said without hesitation: "I'm here, it's you coming down or I going up."

The white-haired man said word by word: "Ma, Qi, Ma?"

Maqima definitely heard what he said just now. Maqima's hearing is really good. This is something he knew from the beginning. Seeing that there has been no movement from above, Gojo Goku guessed that Maqima should be going there. Go downstairs.

Sure enough, not long after, the orange-pink-haired woman appeared under the devil's public security building, with that faint smile still on her lips, looking straight at the white-haired man.

She walked very lightly when she came, but Gojo Satoru didn't let go of the sound of the other's footsteps, and a familiar breath came over her face.

"Wu, it seems that we will meet again soon."

This is the voice he is most familiar with, belonging to Machima. The other party's voice is still so gentle and soft, like a feather tickling his heart. Gojo Satoru likes listening to her very much.

But now it was different from usual, he just hoped that the other party would stop talking to him in that voice.

Wujo Wuheng made up his mind, and first made an example for her: "Speak up for business, Maqima."

Different from his usual frivolous tone, Gojo Satoru's words this time seemed to be a bit aggressive, with a low and irresistible feeling, which proved that he was determined to let Machima explain clearly.

Machima froze for a moment, as if she didn't expect the other party's tone to change suddenly, Gojo Satoru was obviously angry.

But how angry could he be with her?

Mazima frowned slightly, and held one of the other's hands with both hands, her broad, slender and slender fingers intertwined, conveying the warmth of her hand to him.

Gojo Satoru's hand was cold, maybe it was because it was a bit cold at night, or it could be because of other reasons.

The woman with orange pink hair smiled and parted her thin lips slightly: "Your hands seem a little cold, let me warm you up."

Gojo Satoru felt the sudden increase in temperature in his hands, and realized who the owner of those hands was almost instantly, but he remained silent and did not speak.

He also likes Mazima's initiative to touch him, because he is usually the one who takes the initiative to touch the other party, and the number of times that Machima takes the initiative is really too small, so he always enjoys the other party's touch.

The white-haired man opened his mouth and closed it again, hesitant to speak, he wanted to continue to ask what happened before, but he didn't ask when he sensed the other's hand.

Maqima asked, "What's the matter? Your complexion is very bad now, what is it that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

Gentle words, warm touch, heart-warming concern.

Isn't all this what he has always wanted most from Maqima?

But now those things seemed to be indifferent. He really didn't know why Mazima helped a group of curse spirits to seal him. If she really wanted to come back here so much, he could also help prepare the blood sacrifice.

It's just 1000 death row prisoners. Although it may take a long time to accumulate, the strongest magician definitely has this ability.

And what is the purpose of Macchima entrusting others to capture him?

In her eyes, isn't it the best outcome for him to be permanently sealed by the "Prison Gate Frontier"?

Probably because Wujo Wuzhan's blue eyes had become out of focus, Maqima gently put one hand on the opponent's face, and rubbed the fundus of the opponent's eyes with her thumb.

She looked very concerned and asked, "What happened to your eyes?"

In those eyes, it was no longer azure blue like the sky, and the center of the pupils did not reflect her own face, which made her feel a little regretful.

Although there are still a pair of azure blue eyes, it looks like an endless deep sea without a trace of waves at all.

Gojo Satoru smiled self-deprecatingly, but his tone was not any less relaxed than before: "Ha, it was just an accident, don't worry."

Machima recalled that Gojo Satoru didn't seem to know that the so-called "price" would be returned to him later.

He should already feel by now that he himself will be blind for the rest of his life.

The woman with orange pink hair slightly moved the hand that was on the opponent's face, touched his ear, gently traced the outline of the ear with her fingers, and gently pinched his earlobe.

Gojo Satoru only felt that the place she touched seemed to be a little hot, and it seemed that a tiny electric current passed through it, which was a kind of crisp and numb feeling.

Only when he was with Maqima did he feel this strangeness.

He thought that after this kind of thing, he might be immune to her, but now it seems that he is still the same as before, he really hasn't improved much.

Gojo Satoru noticed that Maqima hesitated for a moment, she didn't speak for more than ten seconds, and a few seconds later, he heard the other party's voice again.

"Wu, is there anything you want to ask me?"

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly.

Yes, why not.

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask her, but he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid that the other party's answer would make him feel disappointed or hopeless.

Gojo Satoru now finally understands what he thinks.

——He is afraid.

—He's just a coward.

But he had to accept the reality, he had to ask anyway.

Even so, Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and asked, "Machima, how do you feel about me from the beginning to the end? Have you ever cared about me?"

Even if it's just a little bit, just a little bit is fine.

He didn't want that for so long, he was the only one who was wishful thinking, but he didn't leave a trace on the other party's heart.

Before he lied to himself that Maqima cared about him, but the purpose was greater than his liking, Maqima chose her own purpose, not him.

But now, it is really difficult for him to convince himself like this.

In the next second, he heard Maqima say again: "I am in love with Wu, I have always been."

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or relieved, the other party clearly told him this, but he still wondered if she was lying to him again.

Maybe he was too easy to deceive.

The white-haired man thought for a few seconds, repeatedly chewing on what the other party said just now, and then opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mazima's next sentence.

"...And next, I plan to kill you, Wu."