The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

Mu Bai scratched his head suspiciously.

In fact, he also felt that the demon that appeared in less than half a minute and then suddenly disappeared was a little familiar—it was familiar in smell.

Seems like...a smell labeled "food"?

Chapter 7 American bullying, but a werewolf devil

The werewolf demon was convinced that he had seen the young man just now.

It's in the embassy of a certain country in Kyoto, an island country.

At that time, there were many other demons facing that man with it... maybe twenty or thirty...

They're all dead...all dead...

Each of them was beheaded by that man, and then swallowed into his stomach...

At that time, it was very scared. It left other "teammates" and ran away desperately, but was still torn off by that man...

Although its severed arm has long since been reborn, the despair that hits the soul and the pain that penetrates the bone marrow still haunts it like a nightmare, and it will never be forgotten...

It never wanted to see that man again in its life.

But its contractor once again reminded it of that painful memory.

Even summoned it again after it left.

"Demon of the werewolf, I offer my blood to you, and pray for your body to appear..."

After a chant that it least wanted to hear now, it saw the terrible man again.

And... that bald contractor with a short-lived face.

The contract is in the body, as long as the contractor calls it, it must appear.

"Dear werewolf demon, I brought you a new contractor... What happened to you just now?"

The contractor who summoned the werewolf demon—the unknowing bald old professor Mr. Pete, is still trying to get the werewolf demon to sign a contract with Mubai.

The werewolf demon looked at the old bald Pete, and then at Mu Bai beside him.

The latter's eyes are a bit wrong, but it doesn't seem to be malicious...

fine……

"Sign a contract? I don't want to sign a contract with anyone today, let's talk about it next time."

"Is this... related to what happened just now?" Professor Pete was still talking about the other party's sudden disappearance just now.

The werewolf demon's eyes twitched, and he continued to pretend he didn't hear the words. "In short, let's talk about signing the contract next time, let's forget about it today."

"Okay, okay." Professor Pete didn't dare to have any objections, and turned his head to look at Mu Bai.

In his opinion, there was only one reason why the werewolf demon didn't want to sign the contract - the contractor was too stretched and didn't meet its contract conditions or requirements, so he refused to sign the contract.

"Student, it seems that you don't meet the conditions for signing a contract. I think you should exercise more, study hard, and strive to be recognized by others as soon as possible...By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is... Noah." Mu Bai once again brought out the "foreign name" that Maqima had prepared for him.

"Okay Noah, do you have anything to say now?" Professor Pete looked like he was going to make things difficult for others, "about you not being serious in class but not even having a contract demon, and you can't sign a contract even if you summoned a demon for you statement?"

There was another burst of laughter in the classroom.

Mu Bai didn't answer, just looked at the werewolf demon in silence.

If he was just a little skeptical before, he is sure now—he has definitely seen this demon somewhere, and it is the kind that marked it as "food" and almost ate it.

"Student Noah?" Professor Pete was still looking forward to the embarrassment on the other side's face, "Can you hear me? I hope you can reflect on yourself in public, instead of looking enviously at the devil you are not worthy of signing a contract with. "

Mubai still didn't pay attention.

The werewolf devil was a little bit numb - who is it that is not worthy...

"Time is running out, Classmate Noah." Professor Pete turned his head and looked at the whole class, with a hint of ignorance. "I don't know how people like you got into the Wolff Demon Hunter School. You are simply wasting educational resources and wasting our time."

"Exactly!" A black student who likes to show off stood up, "Go back to your country, yellow-skinned monkey!"

Immediately afterwards, more and more students mocked unscrupulously: "You don't even have a contract demon, so you deserve to be called a demon hunter?"

"The demon hunter school is for teaching demon hunters, not for yellow-skinned monkeys! Get lost!"

"Werewolves and demons are the only ones who can make a contract with us Americans, so you should honestly find a monkey demon to sign a contract with!"

…………

……

The classroom was full of American-style remarks—arrogant and discriminatory remarks. As a teacher, Professor Pitt not only did not stop it, but also acted as if he liked to hear these things—in fact, he didn’t like Asians either.

Vivian, who knows Mubai, is trying her best to prevent other people from "bullying", but no one is willing to pay attention to her.

Fortunately, Mu Bai didn't care about these things.

He only cared about whether the demon in front of him could be eaten - he was a little worried that the other party would reveal his true identity.

He slowly took half a step forward and got close to the werewolf demon.

"You...you look familiar, we've met before, right?"

Hearing this, the werewolf demon hurriedly shook his head, but soon nodded his head with difficulty under the other party's death gaze.

"You remember me, don't you?"

The werewolf demon wanted to lie and say that he didn't know him, but the familiar desperate breath made him so nervous that he couldn't speak, and even clamped his tail.

"I'm asking you a question." Mu Bai's tone was calm.

After trembling for a while, the werewolf demon finally choked out a few words: "I don't remember... I don't remember anything..."

"Very good." Mubai nodded in satisfaction, "I'll treat you to dinner next time."

"Okay... okay..." The werewolf demon was sweating coldly.

It knows what the "eating" in the other party's mouth refers to...

At least what I ate was definitely not an ordinary meal...

"Student Noah, what are you talking about?" Just as the werewolf demon was about to run away, Professor Pete made him nervous again. "You know the venerable werewolf demon? Have you met before?"

"Have you seen it?" Mu Bai pretended to be innocent and looked at the werewolf demon, motioning for him to answer this question.

The latter was so nervous that his teeth were chattering.

After a while, it made a decision that it hoped would satisfy Mubai.

Boom-!

Suddenly there was a muffled sound in the classroom.

The whole classroom suddenly fell silent.

Because... the werewolf demon suddenly attacked Professor Peter.

The power was so great that the podium, the blackboard, and the wall behind it were even cracked on the spot.

The corner of Professor Pete's mouth was bleeding, and he fell to the ground speechless for a long time, and the werewolf of his arms disappeared suddenly.

"How could we have met! Where did you have so many questions?!" The werewolf demon's roar seemed to be aimed at Professor Pete, and it seemed to be yelling at the entire classroom.

Seeing the werewolf demon get angry, everyone immediately lowered their heads in fear, completely different from the previous arrogant and domineering appearance.

Although the werewolf demon is a good contract, its cruelty is well known-after all, it is a legendary werewolf...

Everyone didn't dare to speak anymore, but the werewolf demon quietly looked at Mu Bai with a husky-like look.

The latter nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the werewolf demon was relieved.

It didn't dare to stay for a moment, and quickly disappeared into a white mist.

There was a dead silence in the classroom.

Mu Bai kindly helped Professor Pitt up.

"Professor, it seems that it's time for the end of get out of class, can I go?"

At six o'clock in the evening, Mubai returned to his new home - and Maqima's love nest - under the "escort" of two spies from the island nation.

The new home is not very big, but it can be regarded as a very standard American unit house, with a small independent yard and garage, which feels pretty good.

Machima, wrapped in an apron, has already cooked dinner and is sitting at the dining table with a smile waiting for her "new husband" to arrive.

"Welcome home, Xiaobai. How was your day at school?"

Chapter 8 Miss Marchma's desire to control

Macchima's cooking skills are really good.

As the saying goes: Do as the Romans do, she did not cook traditional island cuisine today, but fried two steaks following the practice of a western restaurant.

In fact, it is also the first time for her to try to make steak, and the technique is inevitably a little rusty, but fortunately, the raw material of the steak is high enough, no matter how it is done, it will not be unpalatable—as long as it is not baked into charcoal.

Red wine and steak, candlelight and dinner, romantic atmosphere permeates this not too big house.

It's a pity that Mubai doesn't understand romance, he only knows how to eat.

The red wine carefully prepared by Machima was poured into his stomach as plain water, and the steak was tasted slowly without using a knife and fork, but he directly took the chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

A good candlelight dinner was abruptly eaten by him as a daily meal - it was still like the kind of rushing to finish eating and go to work.

After eating, the two slumped on the sofa and watched TV like an old couple.

Until Marchma asked the previous question again: "How was your day at school?"

"It's okay." Mu Bai replied casually, "I don't feel anything special... You should know what happened, right?"

"Well, I know." Maqima didn't deny it either—as a demon who dominates her, as long as there are small insects like spiders and ants beside Mu Bai, there is nothing that can hide from her.

It is no exaggeration to say that all life in the world can serve as her "ears".

"Have you seen the werewolf demon?" she asked again.

"I've seen it." Mu Bai nodded, "At the embassy in Kyoto——at that time it was summoned by an American demon hunter, and it was almost eaten...killed by me."

"You handled it well today, without exposure."

"Ah."

"If the werewolf demon didn't deny that you had seen it or showed respect to you in front of other people, it might have attracted the attention of the high-level people in the United States. After all, the werewolf demon is one of their most frequently contracted demons."

"What would you have done if I had been discovered?" Mu Bai asked casually in a more comfortable position.

Hearing this, Mazima was silent for a while, and then smiled brightly. "I know the names of everyone in that classroom."

This answer made Mu Bai also silent for a while.

Machima seemed to be answering the wrong question, but she had actually answered the question head-on.

She has a very perverted ability, which is to remotely "click kill" anyone whose name she knows - at the cost of another person's life.

Mubai is not very clear about the limitations of this ability. He only knows that when Maqima uses this ability, the "sacrifice" must say the target's name, and then Maqima himself has to do a very standard set of "seven step-by-step handwashing method".

Once these two steps are completed, no matter how far the target is from Machima, it will be crushed into a puddle of flesh by the "air cannon" falling from the sky, and the death is very miserable.

"It seems that confidentiality is really important."

Mu Bai yawned and was about to lie down and watch TV.

But when he fell to the side, Mazima suddenly supported his head, and then gently guided her plump legs.

It is a familiar lap pillow.

It's a nice body fragrance.

It is soft feel.

"Of course, this is the top priority of our task at this stage." Mazima gently stroked the top of the other's head, as skillfully as she was petting her dog. "Besides, there is one more thing I want to ask you."