I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

The woman said that her Chenghuang bloodline had a uterus-like ability that could give birth to and repair souls, and give birth to the soul of the princess.

In order to get more opportunities to practice, she had no reason to refuse.

He had no right to refuse and could only allow the princess' soul to enter his body.

After three months of suffering.

A soul that was exactly the same as her infant image was born, and Master Dayan created a brand new body for the princess.

The queen also said that she looked the same as the princess and could serve as a substitute for the princess.

She wanted to say that it was the princess who looked like her...

But, it doesn’t matter.

The queen gave her a lot, and she had no reason to refuse. After all, she was just a substitute for someone else....

For many years to come, she was the substitute for Princess Meiji. She followed Her Highness Meiji and watched her rise from the ground up, ascend the throne of glory under the attention of the public, and possess everything that everyone envied. Sometimes she could appear in the sun instead of Her Highness, but no one would remember her, and no one knew her.

Until later, she became a god...

When Bei Su suddenly woke up, severe pain came to her again. She curled up in a ball in the corner, her whole body trembling, blood oozing from the corners of her lips, only her golden eyes remained calm.

Seeing Cheng Beisu in such pain, Mu Nanfeng actually felt sympathy, but when he thought of this woman's deep malice towards him, his sympathy quickly disappeared.

History has proven that sympathizing with Si Yao is completely looking for trouble.

"Shenwu Jun."

Xia Qingji in his arms suddenly spoke.

Mu Nanfeng was puzzled: "Hmm?"

"Help her."

"..."

"...Why?"

"She is, after all... my sister."

"..."

Mu Nanfeng thought for a moment, then stood up and walked to Cheng Beisu's side. She looked up at him with her clear golden eyes, and a sneer rose at the corners of her pale lips. She jokingly ordered, "Kneel down, Lord Shenwu, and let me suck your blood."

"!"

Just as Mu Nanfeng was about to lean over, his body froze. He returned to his original seat and sat down with an expressionless face.

Xia Qingji kicked Si Yao and said, "Cheng Beisu, if you want to die, just tell me and I will grant your wish."

Seeing that Si Yao didn't react, Xia Qingji felt that the blood curse had struck again. She sneered and ignored it, lying back in Mu Nanfeng's arms with her face buried in his neck.

After watching for a while, Cheng Beisu smiled. She pressed her hands on the couch and struggled to stand up. She panted softly, and her graceful body wrapped in an elegant palace skirt slowly crawled towards Mu Nanfeng.

Step by step,

She used her knees to spread Mu Nanfeng's legs, staring at him quietly with her golden eyes. She stroked his chest with her bare hands and hooked them around his neck, her slender fingers as cold as a snake's.

Mu Nanfeng frowned and turned his head away.

"Cheng Beisu!" Xia Qingji opened her eyes, opened Cheng Beisu's hand, and spoke in a bad tone.

The woman in the palace skirt had a pale face, but she was still charming and beautiful. She licked her lips, and her lips instantly turned blood red. She glanced at Xia Qingji, "Why, do you regret it?"

Xia Qingji had a blank expression on her face. She ignored her and continued to suck the blood from Mu Nanfeng's right neck.

Cheng Beisu lowered her head and looked at Mu Nanfeng. Mu Nanfeng's black pupils were as calm as water and he didn't look at her.

In the darkness, she gently rubbed Mu Nanfeng's calves with her slender legs.

Mu Nanfeng really wanted to slap this woman in the face. He frowned and said, "Cheng Beisu, I'll give you three more seconds. Do you want it or not? If not, then - uh -"

Mu Nanfeng's neck suddenly raised up, his black pupils suddenly shrank, his lips opened and closed, and his left hand pressed the shoulder of the woman in the palace skirt to push her away, but the next moment his left hand was pressed on the bed by Cheng Beisu.

Two black-haired women with the same vixen-like faces buried themselves on either side of his neck, like newborn babies, addicted to body fluids, immersed in the warm embrace.

Cheng Beisu felt the long-lost warmth. She sniffed Mu Nanfeng's neck and smelled the familiar scent.

She raised her head and saw Mu Nanfeng's lifeless black eyes looking up at the ceiling. His mind seemed to be wandering and he was too lazy to pay attention to her.

She glanced at her sister who was concentrating on sucking blood beside her, curled the corners of her lips, leaned close to her sister's ear and whispered: "Your Highness, your man tastes really good~~"

Xia Qingji's body stiffened. Cheng Beisu had not called him "Your Highness" for many years.

In her previous life, Si Yao served as her substitute and died several times. She always felt that she owed Si Yao.

But this guy was so provocative, did he really think she had no temper? ! Xia Qingji raised her head suddenly, and was about to scold him with cold eyes, but Cheng Beisu suddenly lowered his head and bit her bite mark, "Sister, let me taste your taste~"

Xia Qingji was so angry that her face turned blue, and she pulled Cheng Beisu's hair in annoyance.

Bei Su hissed and cried out in pain, then said in a coquettish voice, "Just have a taste~"

"roll!"

"What do you two think of me?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Xia Qingji and Cheng Beisu were stunned and lowered their heads at the same time.

Mu Nanfeng's pupils suddenly shrank. There were two identical angelic faces. If it weren't for the different clothes, he would have almost failed to recognize who was who.

"Um--"

The two women groaned at the same time. After midnight, the effect of the blood curse continued to grow stronger. Unable to endure it any longer, they lowered their heads at the same time.

"Uh--"

Cheng Beisu had eliminated part of the blood curse by practicing the dual cultivation technique on his own, so the amount of blood he absorbed was not much, but it still disrupted the stability of Mu Nanfeng's blood supply.

As the divine blood in his body decreased, the blood curse began to attack his body, causing slight pains all over.

Mu Nanfeng felt cold all over and wanted more warmth. He opened his eyes in a daze and found that Cheng Beisu had changed into the same red dress as the empress.

Mu Nanfeng looked left and right, he could no longer tell who was who, so he simply put his arms around their slender waists, pulled them into his arms, and hugged them tighter.

But the next moment, both women pulled his hands above his head and held them down.

"do not move!"

They ordered, in unison.

"..."

"You guys - slow down..."

......

Mu Nanfeng felt like he had a very horrible dream. He was walking in a deserted field when two slippery snakes suddenly jumped out from the darkness and bit his neck at the same time, refusing to let go.

The two snakes were covered with smooth red scales, which wrapped around him tightly, binding his hands and feet. He could not move and slowly sank into the dark quagmire.

Just when the muddy and wetness was about to cover his lips and nose and he was almost unable to breathe, the two evil snakes slowly loosened their grip, their narrow and beautiful eyes half-closed in comfort, and Snake Apricot lightly licked his dangerous red lips.

"!!!"

Mu Nanfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and dazzling light flooded into his eyes. It was already morning.

When he wanted to sit up, he found two identical women in red dresses lying on his chest, sleeping quietly.

Two charming, rosy faces were facing each other, close to each other, with messy hair. They opened their cherry lips slightly, and their long, curled eyelashes trembled with their breathing.

They all possessed a noble and aloof temperament like fairies in heaven, untainted by the worldly affairs. However, after a night of suffering, their fairy spirit faded a little, leaving only the imperial grace and a little weakness, with wet and disheveled hair.

"Hmm~~~~"

With a waking up groan, the woman in the red dress on the right opened her eyes in a daze and saw the familiar man. She looked at the other woman in the man's arms, frowned, pushed her away, then sniffed the man's neck and climbed up, wanting to kiss his lips.

Mu Nanfeng's heart tightened and he quickly turned his head away, staring at the woman in the red dress with a slightly cold gaze.

The woman was stunned, then seemed to think of something, and said helplessly in a low voice: "Shenwu Jun, it's me."

"..."

Mu Nanfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman in the red dress licked her lips, hugged his hair, and lowered her red lips.

Mu Nanfeng's pupils suddenly shrank and he turned his head away again, staring at her with cold eyes.

She frowned: "Shenwu Jun! I said, I am Xia Qingji!"

"..."

Mu Nanfeng felt that he was about to develop "Si-phobia" because of Cheng Beisu. He was extremely suspicious. The main reason was that these two looked like they had the same souls and were too difficult to tell apart.

Since Bei Su had turned off the pheromones again, it was impossible to distinguish them by pheromones.

"Look below your right collarbone." Mu Nanfeng said as he pulled open the collar of the woman in the red dress.

There is a pheromone mark planted by Si Yao here - wood.

And the woman in the red dress...

No!

Mu Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, no problem."

Xia Qingji sneered, and pinned Mu Nanfeng's hands to his sides, staring down at him from a high position: "You are fine, but I am the one with the problem!"

"...Wha-what?"

"What happened between you and Si Yao? Why did her attitude change so drastically?"

Xia Qingji looked indifferent and stared coldly at Mu Nanfeng:

"Also, is there something between you and Xia Yuanjun that I don't know? Why did she help us before?!"

"..."

"Say it!"

She pinched Mu Nanfeng's neck with an unfriendly look on her face.

"Okay, okay, you have too many questions, I'll answer them one by one."

"Um...."

Xia Qingji bent down again, her graceful body lying lazily like a cat in Mu Nanfeng's arms, listening to him quietly.

After Mu Nanfeng briefly explained the incident with Cheng Beisu, Xia Qingji was still confused and frowned:

"Si Yao is a very proud person and hates men touching her. Logically speaking, even if she had no choice, she would only choose to die together with you, rather than choosing to temporarily hide her identity and have so much contact with you...

What happened to her?"

Mu Nanfeng shook his head: "Who knows... maybe he is plotting something again."

"Forget it, what about Xia Yuanjun?" she asked again.

"Xia Yuanjun..."

Mu Nanfeng paused and told the story of the Queen Mother again.

Xia Qingji: "......"

The empress's golden eyes changed from shock to anger, "You guy..."

No wonder the Queen Mother betrayed Cheng Beisu without hesitation. Xia Qingji no longer wanted to judge the rotten banana man in front of her. She held his hands tightly and kissed him.

......

After a long while, Mu Nanfeng struggled to get away, raised his head and said, "Wait."

"What are you doing again? Tell me!"

"Can you summon the Moon God Sword and let us see?"

"?"

"...I suddenly wonder if Cheng Beisu has some way to hide the pheromone mark - um -"

Swoosh—a moon-white long sword fell from the void, landing right above Mu Nanfeng's head and piercing into his black hair that covered the couch.

"...Wait, wait!"

"I've taken off my clothes, what do you want to do?!"

"How about we agree on a code word so we don't have to go through so much trouble next time."