I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

The Yaochi fairies looked at each other, and the middle-aged female fairy shook her head and said, "Don't discuss this matter anymore. Be careful of your words."

"Yes." Grandma Su nodded respectfully.

After the fairies explained a few more matters concerning the marriage, they left the Su family compound.

The three of them flew in silence for a while before arriving at a remote area. The junior sister couldn't resist gossiping and asked curiously:

"Senior Sister, you said that the goddesses are Mu Nanfeng's maids... How credible is this rumor?"

"What kind of maid? She's obviously a slave girl."

The second sister shook her head, her eyes slightly excited, "Many people saw at Xianyin Tower at that time that four of the eight plain-looking women hugged Mu Nanfeng's arms, and one woman knelt in front of Mu Nanfeng and hugged his thighs, and it seemed that her face was facing... facing... The goddesses were really playing tricks!"

"Keep your voice down! Are you looking for death?" The middle-aged female fairy couldn't stand it anymore and looked around nervously.

After being scolded by the middle-aged female fairy, the second sister felt a little scared. She looked around with a stern face, fearing that these outrageous words would be heard by people with ulterior motives.

But the little sister was aroused by her gossip. She swallowed her saliva and became more excited: "But I also heard a rumor that there was a zither saint... Goddess Chu'e, who was in the Fairy Music Tower and called Mu Nanfeng Master... Master~~"

"!"

The middle-aged female fairy stared with eyes wide open, then frowned and shook her head, "Ridiculous, how is it possible? A zither saint once said in public in Yingtian, East Sea, that she is the master of the Shenwu Emperor, and they are master and disciple."

"Well~ Who said that the relationship between master and disciple can't become a slave-master relationship..." the little sister muttered.

"Junior sister, I think you should read less of the stories written by Emperor Shenwu. Otherwise, if you keep thinking about these dirty things all day, your path will definitely be blocked." The second senior sister said with a look of reprimand on her face.

"Hmph, Senior Sister, how dare you scold me? I wonder who asked me for the ink painting of the nude Emperor Shenwu last time."

"! You——stinky junior sister!"

"A little bit~"

"Well, the rumors about Xianyin Tower are just rumors after all and cannot be trusted. Moreover, the rumors say there are eight female servants, but we only saw seven goddesses yesterday. It is probably that the gossipers exaggerated the story of Xianyin Tower."

The middle-aged female fairy stopped the potentially beheaded discussion and said sternly, "The goddesses are definitely not Mu Nanfeng's slaves. Remember that?"

The second sister and the younger sister looked at each other, nodded seriously, and responded: "Well, remember! The goddesses are definitely... definitely not Mu Nanfeng's slaves!"

"..."

Well, remembering is one thing, but believing it or not is another.

Anyway, in the minds of some gossipers, the rumors coming out of Xianyin Tower may be a little outrageous, but they should be basically correct. After all, many people did not believe the rumors about the goddess’s incarnation at the beginning, but they were severely slapped in the face in the end.

So, the goddesses may really...

hiss--

Emperor Shenwu is so powerful! How did he do it?

Didn't all the goddesses do that kind of thing with the Emperor Shenwu?

......

At this moment, the master of the seven goddesses and female slaves, His Excellency Mu Nanfeng, was in deep thought.

He felt the changes brought about by his promotion to demigod, and always had the illusion that he could blow up a planet with one punch.

His whole body felt relaxed, his mind was clear, and the divine origin enveloping the fourth soul became more refined and solid, producing a divine glow that truly belonged to him.

As time goes by, these original divinity that originally belonged to the Emperor God will slowly be completely assimilated by him, infinitely improving his divinity.

What this means is that, although he is at the demigod level, his divinity will be even more powerful than that of a celestial god.

"Okay, Xiaofei, hand over the 10% discount coupon!"

Mu Nanfeng decided that he could not delay any longer and had to get rid of Concubine Mi as soon as possible.

"Brother, no, you promised to slap Chu'e, and you haven't done it yet."

Mu Nanfeng came to the spiritual world, and it was still the beach, with surging waves, a refreshing summer breeze, and a red sunset setting in the west.

The bookish woman with black hair and purple eyes was wearing an elegant purple flowered long skirt and her hair was in a bun. She sat dignifiedly at the desk, tilting her pretty face to look at him, her eyebrows slightly curved, "Brother~~"

Mu Nanfeng walked up to her with an expressionless face, looked down at her and said nothing.

"Brother, it's no use glaring at me like that. This is Xiao Fei's only condition anyway."

The woman curved her eyebrows and smiled, "Brother, you are not really in love with Chu'e, are you? That's right... I was such a playboy before I became a god, and now I am just back to the way I was before."

"..."

Mu Nanfeng remembered that before Emperor Tianshen became a god, he was indeed a bulldozer and had collected fifty or sixty women. As for love, well, Emperor Tianshen should have loved them naturally, right?

Anyway, in my memory, Mu Nanfeng saw things from a God's perspective, and was unable to empathize with them, let alone put himself in their shoes.

To be honest, the Emperor is very loyal and only loves beautiful women.

Well, from this point of view, most men are very loyal.

Seeing her brother's cold face and silence, Concubine Mi sighed slightly and tapped the table with her fingers: "Forget it, if my brother doesn't want to, then forget it."

"Hmm?" Mu Nanfeng raised his eyebrows.

"but....."

The girl's purple eyes showed a cunning look, "Brother, you have to agree to my two conditions."

“? It was just a condition before!” Mu Nanfeng frowned.

"Then I don't care, just tell me if you are willing or not."

"What are your conditions first?"

Concubine Mi wore a high-slit long silk flag skirt. The elegant lavender classical pattern stood out on the top of the snow-white peak. She sat sideways with her legs slightly crossed. With her lips pursed and her brows lowered, she looked like a bookish young lady who was waiting to be married and had never seen the dangers of society.

She looked at him with gentle eyes.

Mu Nanfeng pulled the corner of his mouth and frowned, "What are you looking at? What are your conditions? Tell me quickly."

The young lady was seen shaking her calves slightly. Her fair and tender calves under the slit flag skirt were wrapped in semi-transparent thin white silk that looked like floral mist, and they disappeared in a flash.

She bent down slightly, looked up at Mu Nanfeng, and gently took off the embroidered shoes on her feet with her slender fingers.

Mu Nanfeng looked at the little face in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, he took a step back, frowned: "What are you doing."

"Brother~ Do Xiaofei's feet look good?"

She raised her head slightly, tilted her head and asked innocently.

"..."

The silk feet were as white as snow, small and crystal clear. They touched his calves and slid up slowly, like a girl playing casually. She raised her pure purple eyes and looked at him curiously.

Mu Nanfeng's heart froze slightly, his expression cold: "So, your conditions."

But this gentle young lady obviously did not mean to answer him. She hooked her delicate index finger on the edge of the socks and took off the flowery and misty ice silk.

Then she lifted her calf slightly, and her snow-white sole stepped on Mu Nanfeng's knee.

It was a bit cold, Mu Nanfeng looked down,

The back of her foot was delicate yet fleshy, with most of the flesh on the sole. The sole of her foot, which was stepping on his knee, was as soft as the pad of a cat's paw, white and tender with a hint of pink. Her sexy toes were tightly together like a row of pearls, painted with rosy, shiny gold nail polish, which was dazzling to the eyes.

"The first condition is that you give me a massage. It won't be much, just one stick of incense will be enough."

The eldest lady sat on a wooden chair, raised her gentle eyebrows, and spoke calmly as if giving an order.

"..."

Sure enough, this fake girl had no good intentions, but if it was just a massage, Mu Nanfeng naturally had no reason to refuse.

"What about the second condition?"

"Brother, complete the first condition first, and then Xiaofei will talk about the second one."

"What if your second one is too much?"

"Then Xiaofei doesn't care, just tell me if it's okay or not."

Concubine Mi smiled peacefully, and calmly looked up at Mu Nanfeng who was standing in front of her. Looking at his cold expression with slightly frowned black brows, her heart beat faster and she swallowed quietly.

Let this stinky brother 'kneel' at her feet and serve her~~

She had dreamed of this scene for many years, and today she finally took the first step.

Slowly, brother, Xiao Fei will train you~ Don't be impatient~~

The purple-skirted lady raised her lips into a gentle and peaceful smile.

......

9. Tattoos

Without the obstruction of the Yuxie Ice Silk, one can clearly see that the legs under the classical cheongsam are indeed slender enough, the calves are slender, white and tender, and the thighs are round and firm.

After Mu Nanfeng and Mi Fei looked at each other for a long time, he silently held her arch of the foot, placed it on his knees, and began a proper foot massage.

"You'd better be serious, or Xiaofei will give you a bad review."

"You're too noisy, shut up." Mu Nanfeng scolded coldly.

"......" Mi Fei narrowed her purple eyes, raised her pretty chin slightly, and just looked at Mu Nanfeng quietly.

Mu Nanfeng ignored her. He clasped her delicate ankle with his broad palm and pinched it upwards, as if sliding through spring water, stroking her rosy instep.

Concubine Mi's eyes widened and her pretty face turned red instantly. She turned her head away, her black hair fluttering in the wind and her ears blushing with shame.

Long legs straight.

Mu Nanfeng glanced at her and felt amused in his heart, she was so naive and yet so playful.

Concubine Mi's legs are indeed long and beautiful, just like the spring water by the Seine or the roses in Provence, intoxicating...

Mu Nanfeng suppressed the delusions in his mind and looked away.

Although Concubine Mi was trembling in her heart, she was still paying attention to Mu Nanfeng's expression all the time, and naturally noticed the slight strange color in his deep eyes.

She couldn't help but laugh in her heart, what a good pretender, Mu Nanfeng~

She had been with Mu Nanfeng for a year, so she naturally knew that this stinky brother was a cool and reserved immortal king, but when he went crazy he was wilder than anyone else.

Mu Nanfeng lifted her padded feet gently, but was surprised to find a dark "Nan" character imprint on the back of her smooth ankle.

Concubine Mi noticed his gaze and subconsciously retracted her right foot, but she held back and let him look.

Mu Nanfeng thought that this "Nan" was probably the Nan in "Di Tiannan", but it just happened to coincide with the Nan in his "Mu Nanfeng".

Mu Nanfeng lowered his eyes slightly, a malicious and evil thought suddenly came to his mind. He gathered his spirit into his fingers, tapped her ankle, and began to write behind the word "Nan".

"Um~ Brother, what are you doing?" Mi Fei's smooth calves tensed up and she quickly bent over with a nervous look on her face.

I saw that Mu Nanfeng had branded another word behind the exclusive seal she had written for her brother: [风]

【south wind】

Concubine Mi blushed and was a little surprised: "Brother, you don't want to use your old name anymore?"

Mu Nanfeng blinked and nodded: "Well, a new beginning, from now on I'll call you Mu Nanfeng."

Concubine Mi looked at the dark mark of [Nanfeng] on her fair ankle, pursed her lips and smiled, raised her head with slightly curved eyebrows, her eyes shining, "Since this is a new beginning, then... I will call you Brother Nanfeng from now on, right?"

"Okay." Mu Nanfeng nodded slightly.

"Brother Nanfeng~" She bit her lip and called out in a tender voice.

Mu Nanfeng was stunned, "Huh?"

"It's okay, just call~"

Miss Wen Wan said softly, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she raised her foot, and hummed: "Brother Nanfeng, continue to massage Xiaofei's feet~"

"..."

......

"Shenwu, Shenwu..."

A soft and low cry sounded in his ears, and Mu Nanfeng came to his senses, closing and opening his eyes.

He saw a fairy walking out from the sea of ​​pansies. It was his aunt.

Naturally, the aunt could not see Concubine Mi. Concubine Mi was in a special spiritual world constructed by the Book of Heaven and existed as a soul.

While Mu Nanfeng was distracted by kneading Concubine Mi's feet, he looked at Yuan Bingqi and asked in confusion, "Auntie, what's the matter?"

Yuan Bingqi took out a dark red invitation with the two characters "Yao Chi" engraved in light gold in the center.