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"Don't look at me like that. I haven't done anything to you..." Those resentment-filled stares made Jiu Ming feel like he couldn't write a single word every time he lifted his pen. In the end, his skin just wasn't thick enough to ignore their gazes completely. "If something feels wrong, just say it!"
"Hungry? Hey, you don't expect me to feed every one of you myself, do you? Your mouths can move, can't they? Though I wouldn't mind feeding the opposite sex in a somewhat more primitive way, but... why are you blushing!? I was only saying!"
Seeing every woman present turn red—including those nuns whose flushed faces carried looks of alarm—Jiu Ming became annoyed. "What exactly is going on... tch, fine. Let's do this."
Jiu Ming took out a Sealed Card, stacked the hands of the red-faced women on top of one another, then crushed the card. "Let me make this clear first: you'd better not resist. If there are any serious consequences otherwise, don't blame me. I'll definitely be fine."
Even if they resisted, the result would merely be a mental backlash for both sides. Jiu Ming had that confidence; even the combined mental power of everyone here could not compare to his. A backlash would not affect him much, but whether they could endure it was another matter.
"Where... is this?" Looking at the flames burning all around them, the magicians who had entered this place immediately realized they could speak.
"You don't need to worry about where this is. You've been staring at me all this time—what exactly are you trying to say?"
"The toilet!" A rather uninhibited-looking woman blurted it out. They did not know how Jiu Ming