Mo Ru rubbed her swollen temples as Mo Yan continued, with pen in one hand and abacus beads in the other, calculating accounts at a breathtaking speed.
"Yanyan, just let me cast a curse on them, I swear it won't harm them at all," Xue tuanzi complained discontentedly, seeing that Mo Yan was too busy to even talk to him.
"Even if there's no harm, it's still wrong to do that. Stop thinking about it," Mo Yan refused Xue tuanzi's suggestion without a second thought.
This creature could be considered the embodiment of merit, but it stubbornly learned various "underhanded and crooked" spells! Okay, calling it underhanded and crooked might be an overstatement, but the fact that it could control people's thoughts was a terrifying notion.
In Mo Yan's memory, it seemed that only the great villains in mythological stories possessed this ability and used it to harm others at will.
