The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

At night, Mubai returned to his and Maqima's loving little home with several boxes of Coke on his shoulders.

At that time, Zoranni hadn't visited the house, and Vivienne had also reported the situation to the official demon hunters. In the house, only Mazima was preparing dinner in the kitchen alone.

She didn't go out all day today, so she didn't wear formal clothes similar to the police uniform, but a very ordinary solid-color sweater shirt wrapped around an apron.

"Welcome home, dear...Xiaobai." Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Maqima knew who was coming without turning her head, and immediately greeted her—in fact, she didn't want to add the word "Xiaobai" at first. Yes, but it feels a bit awkward not to add it.

With her character as a strong woman, it is really difficult to call "Dear" with a long tail like those cute and cute girls.

"Good evening, Maqima." Mu Bai consciously didn't add the slightly preposterous suffix "Miss" - Maqima said she didn't like it.

Of course, she just doesn't like Mu Baijia, and if other people dare to call him by his first name, he is courting death.

"Go and wash your hands first, dinner will be ready soon." Maqima still didn't turn her head, and only focused on the dishes in the pot.

Mubai nodded, first stuffed the full boxes of Coke into the refrigerator, and then went to wash his hands.

Then, he also got into the kitchen.

The air in the kitchen not only smells of stewed meat and cooking, but also the faint body odor unique to women.

Mubai walked behind Maqima, and put his head on her shoulder naturally, their faces were almost touching.

The latter was a little surprised by this sudden intimacy, but she didn't have any resistance or resistance—she wished that the other party would be so clingy to her every day.

"What's the matter? Are you so hungry that you can't stand it so soon?"

"No, I'll just take a look." Mu Bai replied.

"Look at what?"

"Watch you cook."

"why?"

"Want to see."

"Do you want to watch me cook, or do you want to watch me?" Mazima chuckled and tugged on the collar of her chest, and a wonderful scene flashed by - she really knew how to tease each other.

Mu Bai only saw a piece of white snow, but did not see anything black.

In other words... there is no other clothing under that sweater.

This bad woman... is actually a sweater shirt with a vacuum...

Just imagine, with a smooth body and a soft sweater, you can touch the two soft, beautiful and white snow-capped mountains across the plain with just a flick from bottom to top...

If you are worried that the other party will catch a cold and don’t want to do this, you can reach it from the top to the bottom of the collar, and even faster—the sweater shirt has a round neck, and the neckline is very elastic. It is tailor-made for this action. ...

As for the part of seduction, I really understood it when I was played by this bad woman.

"What's the matter? Why didn't you answer my question? Do you want to watch me cook, or do you want to watch me?" Mazima repeated the question just now.

Mu Bai stared at the alluring whiteness, swallowed.

Then, he said bluntly, "Look at...the dishes."

"Huh?" Mazima was a little disbelieving.

"I just want to see what dishes you cooked today..." Mu Bai scratched his head, "There will be a guy who wants to eat, and you will lose money if you buy too good dishes."

"...It's okay." The corners of Mazima's eyes twitched, and the ambiguous eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by dissatisfaction and indifference.

She looked at the cooking pot again, which was full of a large pot of stewed peas with excellent beef.

"I'm rich, so it doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Mu Bai felt very sorry. "If you have money, you can't—"

"Wait, are you saving money for me?" Mazima interrupted suddenly, "Or...do you think my money and yours are already joint property, so spending my money is equivalent to spending my money?" Your money?"

"..." Mu Bai was taken aback.

That's right, anyway, you don't spend your own money on grocery shopping, so why save money for Machima...

In my subconscious mind, it seems...

Broken, played by bad women!

"It seems that you have begun to follow the most true thoughts in your heart." Maqima smiled again, as if she was very satisfied with the other party's "transformation" - in fact, she just realized that the other party's saving money was in Save her money.

"We are a legal husband and wife, so our property is also common property, Xiaobai."

"..." Mubai scratched his head, "Then can you help me buy a villa by the sea? Just build it next door to Vivienne's house - I've inquired about it, and the land over there is pretty cheap."

"Vivienne?" Machima raised her eyebrows.

"Uh...I mean...the land over there is cheap..."

"You want to settle there and be her neighbor for the rest of your life?"

"No, no...I mean...a villa by the sea in Tokyo..."

"I won't buy it for you."

Mazima smiled meaningfully, and then pressed the opponent against the wall with her backhand, her plump and vacuum chest directly pressed against it.

As for the spoon in her hand, it was next to Xiao Mubai.

"We are equals, so if you want to spend our common property, you should pay equal labor, understand?"

"Well...understood..." Mu Bai raised his hands in surrender, allowing the other party to bully Xiao Mubai through his clothes.

"So you know what to do tonight?"

"Are you addicted?"

"I didn't ask you to ask me questions."

"Ahem... I know..."

"I bought a new set... more suitable pajamas, you can sleep with me tonight, and give up your room to the guests."

"Ah? I didn't say that Zuolanni was coming here to spend the night..."

"I hope you don't contradict me constantly."

"All right……"

Mubai gave the French military salute to the other party again.

Although he now has a feeling of being oppressed by the capitalists, but... it doesn't seem to be that uncomfortable.

On the contrary, it still feels a little warm.

Ever since the fire engulfed the orphanage, it seems that there has never been such a feeling of being controlled by others...

What Pava gave was another kind of warmth, and Machima made up for the remaining "regrets".

"Thank you, Machima."

"Huh?" Maqima was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why the other party thanked herself suddenly.

But she didn't ask either.

She just hugged his neck tenderly.

"If it's you...you're welcome, forever."

At 18:30 in the evening, Makima is ready for dinner.

Exquisite dishes almost filled the entire table, all dishes in line with Asian tastes - even the main course is white rice.

The low-quality and immoral Mubai didn't care when Zuolanni came, let alone waited for her to have dinner together, and just moved his chopsticks.

Maqima is not in a hurry to eat, but keeps feeding Mubai vegetables like a gentle and considerate wife, and sometimes even feeds him directly-even doing that kind of intimate thing. Nothing.

Mubai didn't hold back either, he ate with his own chopsticks, and took a bite of the other's chopsticks, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Mazima even remembered a book she had read before, in which there was a slightly curious but exciting way of eating - let a beautiful girl lie naked on the dining table, and then put the food on each Sensitive parts are eaten by lovers to achieve the perfect presentation of the four senses of taste, smell, sight and hearing.

Of course, she just remembered that there was such a thing, and it was absolutely impossible for her to do this.

She can't do such... shameful things.

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Time passed by, and Mubai ate very happily under Maqima's feeding, and he was almost "feeling full and thinking about lust".

But just as they were preparing for the next more exciting activity, the familiar figure finally appeared—she didn't even knock on the door.

"How did you get in?" Mubai asked curiously Zuolanni who suddenly appeared and stood aside.

"Let the body turn into blood and pass through the crack of the door, and then return to its original shape after entering." Zoranni answered and sat down.

She looked at the food on the table, and unceremoniously took a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. "Is this the food that mortals eat now... You have added too much seasoning, and the taste is completely unnatural."

"You don't have to eat if you don't like it." Mubai didn't get used to her, and directly dragged all the dishes to himself and Maqima. "Just tell me if you have anything to say, and I'm going to watch TV after I finish."

"That's rude." Zoranne shrugged. "Where's Aatrox? I hope he's there, so I don't have to repeat it when I get there."

"Aatrox is out playing video games, just tell me if you need anything."

"Electric...? Forget it, then you can relay it for me—in short, I have killed all the void creatures in Tokyo and even the island country, but I haven't found that higher-level existence."

"The efficiency is good." Mu Bai praised.

Zoranni nodded, accepted the other party's compliment naturally, and then continued:

"After eliminating the void creatures in the island country, I spent several days trying to track down that high-level existence...I succeeded."

"Originally it kept hiding its aura and I couldn't find it, but just a few days ago, it became active - I caught that subtle energy fluctuation."

"I came here immediately after I found it, and the aura became more and more obvious—it can no longer escape my tracking, even though it is trying its best to hide itself now."

"So, you should be able to understand why I came here this time?"

Hearing this, Mu Bai said without hesitation: "You want to cooperate with me and give them a pot directly, don't you?"

"It seems that the intelligence of mortals is not so low." Zoranni smiled.

"Then do you have any plans or arrangements?" Mubai said as he touched Maqima's smooth and white hands - the latter was not interested in these things and had already shown a very boring meaning.

"A plan is not a plan." Zolanni said, "Just go to the door and destroy it."

"So direct?"

"Of course—this is General Aatrox's favorite and most frequent way of solving problems."

"When will you rush? Shouldn't it be now? I think you should at least wait for me to finish eating first."

"Of course not now." Zoranni shook her head, "I still need a little time to confirm the hiding place of that high-level void creature—you know, I can only roughly sense its existence now, but I can't pinpoint it yet. "

"Oh...about how long will it take?" Mu Bai asked again.

"A few days, or a week." Zoranni was not too sure, "Anyway, let Aatrox come to me in a week, and it should be fine by then."

"Okay." Mubai nodded in agreement.

As soon as the words fell, Zoranni's body suddenly began to "melt", and it didn't take long for it to turn into a pool of bright red blood, which then flowed out from various gaps in the house.

The last thing she left was only one sentence: "Then see you in a week, respectable mortal."

But what she took away in the end was not only her own body - she also took away a bottle of Coke on the table.

"These dark descendants like to drink Coke, right..." Mu Bai was a little speechless.

After Zuolanni left, the two continued to eat.

After eating, Mu Bai routinely slumped on the sofa and watched TV—the kind that he watched while enjoying Maqima's lap pillow.

A movie about superheroes was playing on TV, it was very exciting, and Mu Bai was a little fascinated watching it.

But Macchima didn't care to watch.

After a while, she suddenly stroked Mu Bai's chest and said, "Xiao Bai, do you still want to go to school?"

"Go to school? It doesn't matter." Mu Bai replied casually, "It doesn't matter if you go to school or not, anyway, the salary will be paid as usual."

"Would you feel sorry or blame me if I couldn't give you a perfect graduation ceremony?"

"No, I don't care."

"Well, I understand." Mazima bent down and kissed the other party's face, "Then you go to the practical class three days later, and I will go to school to cheer for you."