I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

"Okay, I will take your Majesty down now~"

32. Hong Linghuan: What’s wrong with me betraying my master and ancestors?

The bottom of the Bifang Abyss is a purgatory-like sea of ​​fire, the air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, cliffs are collapsing, and the ground is cracked.

This little world is about to be destroyed.

Hong Linghuan picked up the fallen token of the God of War and helped Mu Nanfeng onto the Emperor's Sword.

Then the two of them staggered up into the sky.

Hong Linghuan's sword-wielding skills were very poor. After stumbling around in the air for a long time, she finally arrived in front of the aqua-blue space mirror.

Through the water blue mirror.

The vision changed, and the two returned to the dark bottom of the lake. She dragged Mu Nanfeng, who was coiled around her like an octopus, upstream and gurgled out of the water.

At this time, the sky above the boundless grassland was approaching dusk, and the sky was filled with diffused orange light of red clouds.

The lake where the Bifang Cave is hidden was called Prince Lake in ancient times. It was the habitat of the king of grasslands among monsters.

But now, it has been deserted and uninhabited because it is located deep in the forbidden area.

At this time, the vast lake surface was not only reflecting large patches of magnificent red clouds, but there was also a bright and wet woman in the center of the lake.

The woman shook her crystal clear and moist red hair. The fairy veil covering her back to her chest had long been soaked by the lake water, making her skin wet and slippery. Her full and round fruits trembled and danced happily in the red light of the lake.

'Wow--'

Mu Nanfeng's head suddenly popped out from the water. The cold lake water made his mind a little clearer. He pushed the huge dangling water droplet-shaped object on his head and leaned on the charming woman's shoulder, breathing heavily.

"Where...are we?" He was dazed and his voice was low.

The two of them were floating on the lake. Mu Nanfeng's white clothes had been burned to tatters by the hellfire before, and now large areas of his white skin were exposed...

The strong, white and beautiful back was shiny and glossy. The woman's slender fingers quietly pressed on his waist and back. The beautiful and smooth fingers lightly lifted and slid up along the man's broad back.

As if still unsatisfied, her fingers slid, caressed, and then kneaded gently...

"We have emerged from the Bifang Cave, Your Majesty."

Hong Linghuan narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, as if she was struggling and weighing something. At the same time, she whispered in Mu Nanfeng's ear in a respectful and low voice.

"Go find it, Master."

Mu Nanfeng felt hot and weak all over.

"Okay, Your Majesty. I will take you to find the Grand Master right away."

Hong Linghuan had a strange look on her face as she whispered earnestly in his ear, but her hands continued to move, even more wantonly and wildly.

The water rippled and she reached her bare hands into the water.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Nanfeng regained consciousness from his humming and murmured in confusion, "Where are we, Linghua?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we'll be there soon~"

Hong Linghuan had a charming voice. As she whispered softly, she breathed a wet fragrance into his ear, which slipped into his ear canal.

Mu Nanfeng's black pupils were misty, and he tilted his head unconsciously, and said hoarsely, "But why do I feel that we are still here, still in the lake?"

As he spoke, he turned his head with difficulty and looked down. In his hazy vision, the lake was rosy and the waves were rippling.

"Your Majesty, are you hallucinating? We are in heaven now."

Hong Linghuan frowned and said this, looking confused.

"Yes, really?"

Mu Nanfeng leaned back on the woman's shoulder and murmured, without thinking about it, and hoarsely instructed, "Faster."

Hong Linghuan blinked and said seriously, "Okay, Your Majesty."

As she spoke, she held Mu Nanfeng and swam all the way to the shore. Without the cold lake water, Mu Nanfeng's body became even hotter.

He twisted his body on the soft grass, his handsome face gradually becoming unbearable.

"Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you? Your master has only been away for a short while, and you've become like this?"

The cold woman's voice sounded in his ear. Mu Nanfeng opened his eyes in confusion, and the elegant and cold face came into his sight.

There is a tanuki!

But why is Master’s hair red?

Mu Nanfeng shook his head, and the face of the woman in front of him changed. Sometimes she looked like Hong Linghuan, and sometimes she looked like Youqinhuali.

"Forget it, I will help you detoxify. Although it goes against ethics, I have no choice."

The red-haired master sighed softly, slowly took off the fairy green skirt on her body, and gently pulled Yu Xie's thin ice silk socks down her snowy thighs. The transparent silk was like a tide, flowing over her legs, ankles, and toes...

The small ankle was shining with rosy light, and the round, crystal-like toes were gently twisting as they flashed past Mu Nanfeng's eyes.

"Xiaofeng, the master is here~"

Youqinhua Lixian had a cold face and smiled softly, pressing on Mu Nanfeng's shoulders and slowly lowering her curvy body.

Mu Nanfeng stared at his master in a daze. The usually cold and arrogant master stuck out his sweet tongue towards him. He licked the corner of his lips with his pink tongue and laughed inexplicably.

The master breathed out warm breath and kissed him.

"!!!"

"You are not the Master! Who are you?!"

Mu Nanfeng's pupils dilated and he turned his head away instantly. With his breathing stagnant, he quickly sat up, shook his head violently, opened his eyes and looked carefully.

"Hong Linghua!"

Mu Nanfeng was stunned and looked around in panic, only to find that he was still here by the Bifang Lake.

"Didn't I ask you to take me to find Youqin Huali?" He turned around and said in a hoarse voice.

'Snapped--'

Suddenly, her hands were pressed to the grass. The charming woman in her wet, half-undressed red skirt narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing annoyance and resentment.

Without waiting for a reaction, she pressed her body forcefully towards him.

"Hong Linghuan! You—uh~~~"

From the red lips to the pink root of the tongue, the words were blocked back in the throat, causing suffocation and lip pain.

Mu Nanfeng subconsciously reached out and pushed the woman's shoulder hard.

It's all in vain.

Under the effect of the mandrake incense, his body became softer and harder.

"hiss!!!"

The tip of her tongue was bitten and bleeding, and the severe pain made Hong Linghuan look up instantly. She covered her mouth and looked angrily at the man under her.

The red pupils and the black eyes looked at each other.

The corner of Hong Linghuan's lip was bleeding from being bitten. She grinned with her scarlet lips and sneered, "Your Majesty, how much do you have to resist me? You can still sober up like this?"

"Hong Linghuan, are you going to break our previous agreement?" A hoarse voice flowed out from Mu Nanfeng's lips and teeth, trembling and whimpering.

"Promise?"

The red light in Hong Linghuan's eyes sank and floated as she stared at the panting Immortal Lord beneath her and chuckled.

"I will remember the promise, but Your Majesty, you are so horny now. If I don't help you, you will die."

"So I asked you to find... Qinhuatan!"

"But she is your Majesty's master. Does your Majesty really want to go against common ethics?"

"Then you are still my disciple!" Mu Nanfeng turned his head to avoid the traitor's ambiguous breath.

"Yes, since they are both master and disciple, why don't you just obey me, Your Majesty, and save time and effort."

"No...No."

After all, a jockey disrespecting his ancestors and being disrespected by his own apprentice jockey are two different concepts...

33. The master is the disciple’s father, this is common sense!

Mu Nanfeng can now shamelessly act like a jockey who insults his ancestors, but it would be too embarrassing if he were the one being insulted by the jockey.

As the master of Hong Linghuan and Xia Yuanjun, he often puts himself in the role of their father or brother.

If I were to be seduced into bed by them, how would I maintain my dignity as a teacher in front of them in the future? How would I become a virtuous teacher?

"No? You have to do it even if you don't!"

The rebellious disciple Hong Linghuan rode on her master, looking down with a faint smile on her charming face.

"Besides, Your Majesty, do you really think you can hold on until I find Youqinhuali? By the time you find her, Your Majesty, you will be dead."

"You won't know unless you try!"

Mu Nanfeng was determined and refused to obey her no matter what. Seeing this, the woman in the half-undressed red dress had her red eyes that became even more strange and slightly crazy.

"Yeah, how do you know if you don't try..."

She grinned with her red lips and smiled softly.

Mu Nanfeng sensed that something was wrong with the woman and felt a chill down his spine.

But the heat in his abdomen hit his brain, and he was already not very conscious. He gasped and raised his head to continue persuading, but in the end he could only fall down powerlessly, twisting his waist and hips subconsciously, breathing coquettishly...

But even so, he was still calling the name of the Saint Lady of the Zither.

The enchanting woman with red eyes looked at him quietly, and in an instant, she took out the token of the god of love from her ring.

Before this, Mu Nanfeng had not put the token back into the ring, and it fell to the ground, so she picked it up and kept it temporarily.

And now, it can be used.

"Your Majesty, since you are unwilling, then I will make you submit to me willingly!"

She smiled coldly and charmingly, and pointed the token of the God of Marquis at Mu Nanfeng's forehead, chanting a spell in a low and serious voice:

"Ghosts and monsters, four ghosts are invading the border——"

At the same time, a piece of information quietly entered Mu Nanfeng's mind:

[In the relationship between a master and his apprentice, in addition to teaching his apprentice the experience he has learned and the techniques he has mastered, as well as the knowledge of sexual intercourse between men and women, the master should also use his own body to take responsibility for satisfying the apprentice's sexual desire. When the apprentice needs it, the master must unconditionally and give priority to accepting the apprentice's request for learning or taking. Only in this way can he be a teacher with virtue.]

After the common sense was changed, Hong Linghuan took back the God Order, narrowed her beautiful eyes, waved in front of Mu Nanfeng, and whispered,

"Your Majesty? Master?"

Seeing Mu Nanfeng's misty eyes and humming nose, she did not respond.

She leaned over and whispered to Mu Nanfeng's ear with a serious expression, "I want to learn the technique of French kissing. Your Majesty, can you teach me?"

"No...No."

Mu Nanfeng pushed her shoulder, half-closed his eyes and mumbled, "I want to find my master, Linghua, take me to find Youqin..."

"But Your Majesty, I am your disciple~"

"Hmm? Disciple...disciple?"

Mu Nanfeng opened his blurry eyes and stared at the woman on his body.

After a while, just when Hong Linghuan was nervously thinking that the spell had failed,

Mu Nanfeng frowned slightly and panted helplessly, "Well, then come on, Linghua, I will teach you how to kiss with tongue."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and gently hugged the charming woman's slender neck...

*

There are only three days left before the Monster Forest is closed, and the beast tide in the forbidden grassland area has already receded.

But now there are still almost no cultivators in the forbidden area, because most of the monsters here are in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stage, and there are even big monsters that are undergoing tribulation.

However, at this moment, on the vast grassland, a fairy in a green skirt was flying low in the sky on a sword.

Whoosh——

Like a flying leopard on the grassland, its green shadow flashes and disappears in an instant.

The fairy in green skirt frowned, and for some reason, a sense of uneasiness rose quietly in her heart.