I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

Her smooth black hair was tied into a bun with a flower hairpin, her snow-white neck was exposed, and she smiled gently, looking very virtuous.

"Sir, you're awake." She smiled.

Mu Nanfeng was stunned, because a layer of light faintly appeared on the sweet and gentle face of the tea girl, and the face formed by the light was exactly the appearance of Cha Meir.

Cha Meier laughed softly, "Your Majesty, how are you?"

"..."

Cha Mei'er hadn't appeared for a long time, and Mu Nanfeng almost forgot about her.

This mother-in-law has always stayed in Miss Cha's soul. It should be easy to create a body for Cha Meir now. I don't know why Miss Cha has been dragging her feet on this.

"Okay, stop standing there and come to the table."

In preparation for this family dinner, Youqin Huali doubled the size of Mu Nanfeng's living room and created a long palace-style table.

The table is two meters wide and six meters long, and is filled with delicious dishes, which are served one by one.

left:

Concubine Mi, Concubine Jiuhua, Si Yao, Jun Huan, Qingcheng, Jingyi, Li Ji, Cai Luo

right:

Chu'e, Mei?, Mei Nu, Mei Ji, Bai Hu, Xiao Xiao, Mei Er, Lian You

Then only the head and the tail were left, and the girls' eyes fell on the woman and the man who had not yet taken their seats.

After Mia and Mu Nanfeng looked at each other, Mia's pale vertical pupils showed a slight ripple. Ten years ago, she did not trust Mu Nanfeng at all and vowed that Mu Nanfeng would betray the people and the gods sooner or later.

But after ten years of getting along, Mia finally understood that Mu Nanfeng really had no intention of devouring them to increase his strength directly.

Mia knew that she was completely wrong, Chu'e and the others were right, Xiaofeng... was indeed trustworthy.

But Mia was also very glad that finally... there was no fifth betrayal.

She smiled and said softly, "Xiaofeng, please sit down."

As she spoke, she came to the other end and sat down gracefully.

Mu Nanfeng was a little surprised. He glanced at the high chair in front of the dining table, then looked back at Sister Mia.

He blinked, and without saying anything else, he walked to the main seat and slowly sat down.

He looked at the eight women on the left, then shifted his gaze to the eight women on the right. It was the stupid rabbit Baihu that seemed a little out of place.

Mu Nanfeng's mouth twitched slightly, he shook his head, and finally looked at the Goddess Miya opposite him.

The seventeen women looked at each other, and Mu Nanfeng smiled and said, "Let's eat, everyone."

"Woooo ...

The tense expression of Tutu wearing the white tiger hat suddenly relaxed, but the next moment her eyes widened, because she realized that in front of her were braised rabbit meat, pickled pepper rabbit cubes, spicy rabbit heads, and even some rabbit buns...

Very cruel!

"Woo woo woo~ So delicious, the spicy rabbit head is so delicious~~" The little green wolf next to him sighed happily with his mouth full of red oil.

Baihu's scalp tingled and he trembled, sitting in his seat not daring to move.

Rabbits are so cute, why do we eat them?

These bad aunts!

Three women make a play, and in this family dinner, seventeen women can combine to put on more than ten plays, which are noisy and noisy.

After Mu Nanfeng said "let's eat", he stopped talking tactfully and lowered his head to eat.

But apparently someone was unwilling to let him go.

"Feng'er, I suddenly remembered something."

Yuan Qingcheng asked doubtfully, with a slightly cold tone.

"What...what?" Mu Nanfeng had a bad feeling.

8. Postscript: Ending

Yuan Qingcheng glanced at Mu Nanfeng with her beautiful eyes, then cast her gaze towards Yuan Bingqi who was sitting diagonally opposite her, and said quietly:

"Yesterday I suddenly had a dream. In the dream, I was lying in a coffin, and next to me, Feng'er was forced to do something immoral by a shameless woman. She was unscrupulous and had no shame at all. I wonder...do you know who this woman is?"

Mu Nanfeng: "......"

Yuan Bingqi: “…”

The women who knew about it: "......"

This was a long time ago.

It seemed to have happened while they were on their way from the Tianfu Divine Kingdom to the Immortal Dynasty. If Yuan Qingcheng hadn't mentioned it, Yuan Bingqi would have almost forgotten about this outrageous act.

Most importantly, she didn't expect her sister to be able to sense it?! Even though she hadn't been resurrected yet, her residual soul could still sense the things around her.

"That shameless woman said that she had no face to see me, so she decided to postpone my resurrection for the time being..." Yuan Qingcheng continued softly.

And Yuan Bingqi, who was being stared at by her...her ears were already red as if dripping blood, but her holy face remained expressionless and calm.

At least on the surface, calm.

The sisters looked at each other and sparks flew.

"Ahem~ Mother."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mu Nanfeng quickly stood up and raised his glass, "I'll toast you a glass, please... calm down..."

"Hmph!" Yuan Qingcheng snorted, but she didn't want to offend Feng'er, so she raised her glass and clinked it with his.

After drinking it all, Mu Nanfeng frowned, and a surge of drunkenness rushed to his head. He shook his head and regained his consciousness.

He looked at the fairy wine in the cup with confusion. This wine...is not an ordinary wine. For him who has become an 'ordinary person', it is not suitable for him to drink too much.

"Sir, you have worked hard over the years. Xiaoyue would like to offer you a drink as well." The woman in the black dress stood up with a smile on her face.

Mu Nanfeng was stunned and a little hesitant, but after meeting Xiaoyue's gentle and sincere eyes, he had no choice but to answer, clinked the glass with her lightly, and drank it all.

However, before he could catch his breath, his aunt also raised her glass and said calmly, "Shenwu, this palace toasts you."

After saying that, she tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp. Mu Nanfeng opened his mouth, but didn't even have time to say no.

"..."

Mu Nanfeng sighed helplessly and looked up.

Mi Fei silently filled his cup again, blinking her ethereal purple eyes at him, "Brother Nanfeng, I want one too~"

"..."

The bookish girl's eyes were particularly innocent, and she blinked... Mu Nanfeng shook his head, raised his glass, clinked it, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

"Lord Shenwu, come." The empress spoke briefly and to the point, her eyes calm as she raised her glass to invite him.

"Well....."

Mu Nanfeng was already beginning to feel dizzy, his face flushed from drunkenness. This wine... was so dizzying, but it wasn't a big deal, the worst that could happen after getting drunk was a good night's sleep.

He had no choice but to raise his glass and clink it with the empress.

"Xiaofeng, what's wrong? Won't you offer me a drink of respect?" The cold fairy sitting next to him said in an unhappy tone.

"Um....."

Mu Nanfeng's hands were shaking unsteadily, the wine splashed everywhere, and his face was red, "Master, I salute you. Thank you for your teachings over the years..."

"Master, Master, wake up, Xiaojun hasn't toasted you yet~" The girl in colorful clothes ran to Mu Nanfeng.

"That's right!" Hong Linghuan held the shaky Mu Nanfeng and complained, "Your Majesty, you are too weak."

Mu Nanfeng raised his head with sleepy eyes, his face flushed and confused, and smiled foolishly, "Xiaojun... and Xiaohuan... come on, continue~ hehe~ your master can still drink~ still drink..."

Under the warm light, the dining table was littered with cups and plates, wine glasses were overturned, and the intoxicating and charming nectar dripped onto the tablecloth, but no one cared about the mess on the table because the eyes of the seventeen women were all attracted to the man at the main seat, and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

This painting was praised by later generations as "The Last Supper". It was created by Qing Xiaoxiao, a famous novelist, legendary painter, author of the Ten Mysteries, the Third Servant of God, and the Blue Wolf Mother Goddess.

It has gone down in history.

But now...

Si Yao looked at the increasingly drunken God in white in front of her. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, looked up at Mia, and said jokingly:

"By the way, how many years has Lord Shenwu's cultivation been sealed?"

Mia felt something was not right. What was this witch up to? !

Sister Mia didn't answer, but the girl in colorful clothes and snow-white hair suddenly raised her head.

There was a strange color in her eyes that was not there before. She looked around, her golden eyes met the eyes of the girls one by one, and the corners of her lips curved up mysteriously:

"Hee~ Five hundred years~~"

(End of the book)