Yu Sheng suddenly regretted creating so many Erins.
Especially when the three Erins pounced on him, squealing, shrieking, and scratching—When there were two or fewer dolls, he could easily push them back with a lift of his hand, but with three he found himself overwhelmed, especially since one was made of rebar and rock, hitting him like a bag of cement on the head. Luckily, his diet had been balanced lately, and his body was still relatively robust. Otherwise, with the physical condition of ordinary people, letting Erin pounce on them would mean being silenced by a smack...
Moments later, Yu Sheng's forehead bore several bite marks, and he was draped with three incessantly chirping dolls, utterly dejected.
"Get off me," he sighed, looking at the three dolls hanging from his leg, sitting on his shoulder, and clinging to his collar, "Especially you wrapped in a towel, it's about to fall off."
