Theresa's words confused the entire harem.
Princess A Xia frowned slightly and pouted her cherry lips as if she was thinking about something.
But soon, the glimmer in her eyes was shrouded by a dense fog of confusion.
"Theresa, what are you talking about? Why can't we understand?"
Princess A Xia touched her forehead and murmured, "It must be that the black magic in your body hasn't been cleansed yet, right?"
"… Damn it!"
Theresa wanted to howl to the sky.
But it didn't fit her current appearance and identity.
"I mean, we, we girls must have self-respect and self-love. We, we must be self-reliant. We don't have to live with men and think about how to please men all day long!"
Theresa finally couldn't hold it anymore. She waved her little fists and said, "We are an adventurer group, aren't we? We are going to the Bloody Battle Demons for adventures, aren't we? That's — that's all very good, but the mission of so many sisters in the mercenary group is not just to 'offer' ourselves to Lord Blackjack, right? That's too hilarious!
"Sister Natasha, you used to be a mercenary group leader. I believe that you weren't like this at that time, right? We can take risks by ourselves. We can fight monsters by ourselves. We can save princes and princesses by ourselves. If we sisters have any physical needs, we can take care of them by ourselves. Well, Mr. Blackjack must be very tired. Let's let him have a good sleep and not disturb him. Then we can take care of them by ourselves! "
Theresa finished speaking in one breath. She placed her hands on her knees and gasped for breath.
Damn it. Why is this body so easy to get tired and excited?
She felt that the hormone secretion in her body was like a violent whirlpool without any pattern. As she spoke, she wanted to cry again.
Gently biting her red lips, she suppressed the tears in her eyes and looked at her sisters in the harem expectantly.
The girls looked at each other, and a huge silence condensed in the air.
"You, you understand what I mean, right?"
Theresa asked cautiously.
"No, we don't."
Dragon Girl Hera and Mercenary Group Leader Natasha shook their heads at the same time.
Then, the two imposing ladies waved their hands, and the girls gathered like zombies again. A pair of slender hands raised high and sent Theresa directly to Blackjack's tent.
"Hey hey hey, let go of me, let go of me, don't be so rough, sob sob sob sob …"
Theresa's tears flowed out unwillingly.
She only felt that the world was spinning before she was thrown onto a large bed that was covered in velvet and fluffy like clouds.
By the standards of camping in the wild, this tent could be said to be extremely extravagant.
The floor was covered with a woolen blanket, and there were tapestries and embroidery hanging all around. Hundreds of candles mixed with special spices were lit on the exquisite wooden shelves, and a strong fragrance that could not be dispersed secretly hovered in the air.
Black Jack was wearing a thin black silk nightgown.
The perfect and tall physique was presented in front of Theresa's eyes in a shocking manner, making her feel as if she had gone blind.
"Are you kidding me?"
Theresa shouted in her heart, "This guy came to the Fallen Forest and the Bloody Battle Demon World on an adventure, and he even brought such a luxurious tent, velvet mattress, and hundreds of candles, does he have to be so coquettish? Is he out on an adventure or to pick up girls! "
Thinking about it carefully, this guy might really be a professional at picking up girls and taking risks while he was at it.
However, he had the ability to fool so many beautiful girls from so many races and professions into being loyal to him. Not only did they follow him on his adventures without any complaints, but they also helped him carry so many tools to pick up girls. They even f * cking helped him pick up girls, and the entire harem was so harmonious.
Thinking back, when he was still the "Star Ocean Cannon King", he also shook the universe, swept across the empire, and obsessed with thousands of girls, and considered himself a saint of love.
He never thought that the Lost Magic World, Emerald Continent, Doomsday Mountain Range, and Fallen Forest, compared to this weird guy, Jack Thunder, seemed to be slightly inferior.
It was really infuriating to compare oneself to others!
Black Jack did not know what Theresa was thinking in her heart.
He poured two glasses of wine and shook them gently, letting the soul-stealing fragrance of the wine spread out.
"Eric, the Slime Worm, is indeed a royal sorcerer in the past. He does have some taste for fine wine."
Black Jack smiled, holding the wine, and walked towards Theresa, "This' Lion's Heart 'has been in the cellar for at least a hundred years and is very rare on the market. It is said that it can greatly enhance the five senses of the human race, especially … the sense of touch.
"Baby, you look a little nervous. Do you want to try it? I guarantee that after you drink it, even a light stroke of a feather under your body will stir up … shocking waves in your heart."
On Black Jack's incomparably handsome face, a chic and ambiguous smile appeared.
Theresa stared at him blankly. Suddenly, she covered her mouth with both hands and retched again.
Black Jack's smile froze, split, and disappeared.
"I'm sorry. I'm really not in a good state today," Theresa said sincerely.
Theresa said sincerely, "It's probably because I've been in Eric's magic tower for too long and have been slightly influenced by black magic. Anyway, I'm disgusted by everything now, especially men. The more handsome a man is, the more disgusting he is. If you come over again, he might really vomit on you. That wouldn't be good, right?"
Black Jack narrowed his eyes. Although he stopped, the light in his eyes was even more gloomy and intense.
"You are very special."
Black Jack drank up his glass of "Lion's Heart's Heart." The blood-red wine zigzagged and flowed down his loose collar to his chest, outlining his strong and plump chest muscles. It showed his explosive masculinity, like a stormy sea, enough to make all the female creatures in the magic world fall for him.
Theresa's response to him was another bout of violent retching.
It was not an act. She really had physical nausea. She vomited so much that tears came out of her eyes.
"You are really … different, my Miss Theresa."
Black Jack looked at her with great interest. He was not unhappy with her rejection at all. Instead, he was full of excitement of "meeting his match." "When I first met you, I was only attracted by your unparalleled beauty. But after just half a day of contact, I found that your mysterious soul seems to be more fascinating than your appearance. Theresa, my Theresa, what kind of girl are you? I really can't wait to open your heart and see the real you. "
"Believe me, it's better if you don't open my heart."
Theresa said very sincerely, "Otherwise, you will definitely regret it."
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