"Baili Xia, you dared to seduce Mr. Xiaojiu, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, the girl felt a gaze, sharp as an arrow, shooting toward her.
It was cold, devoid of warmth, seemingly declaring, you're done for.
The girl's voice abruptly stopped. She quickly shut her mouth, not daring to say another word.
In an instant, it felt as if the air around them had dropped a few degrees.
No one else dared to speak, fearing that this deity would annihilate them at any moment.
Baili Xia, held in Mu Xiaojiu's arms, could also feel his anger steadily rising.
The air was icy cold around them, his body was tense, seemingly on the verge of exploding.
"Uncle, don't be angry, they... just misunderstood."
Baili Xia quickly tried to soothe him, she didn't want him to blow up here, these girls wouldn't be able to bear his wrath.
While Mr. Xiaojiu wouldn't harm women, torturing them didn't require him to lift a finger.