Villain: I really didn't want Master to be pregnant!

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Yinyue Dieshan is a matriarchal force, and the people who are in charge of the house are naturally women.

Women are strong and men are weak. The root cause is the huge gap in the distribution of benefits and the difficulty of obtaining resources.

The status of male butterfly monsters in Yinyue Butterfly Mountain is very low, and they don't have much right to speak, and their cultivation resources are exploited by female butterfly monsters. In this way, the number of strong male butterfly monsters has become less and less. It has been reduced to a reproductive tool.

In such a big environment, they didn't even dare to think of rebellion.

Lang Huai's mother's name is Wu Die, and the person who can be named Die is undoubtedly the real high-level person in Yinyue Die Mountain.

The Mist Butterfly Sacred King has a sixth-level cultivation base and holds the remote position of the chief internal affairs officer. He has a lot of power to speak.

It stands to reason that to have such a mother, Lang Huai should be a second-generation Xiu who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

It's just a pity that he was born in Dieshan, not a woman, but a man.

Because of having a holy king's mother, he has a slightly higher status than other male butterfly demons, but it is a bit insignificant compared to the status of female butterfly demons.

Yes, just trivial.

That group of people, relying on being a woman, felt that they were born with dignity and aloofness, and could despise all male butterfly demons.

Just today, Lang Huai just bumped into a female butterfly demon with supernatural powers, and was stripped naked in public and whipped hundreds of times in a row.

He will never forget, when the woman stepped on his face and looked down at him, the contemptuous look in her eyes was like looking at an animal.

He, Langhuai, is extremely talented. Without much resources, he has practiced for a thousand years and has reached the middle stage of the great sage.

But he was stripped naked and whipped by a supernatural power state in public.

Is there anything more aggrieved and ridiculous in this world?

What made him feel the most chilling and desperate was that his mother, Wu Die, was watching indifferently not far away at that time, and she didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Only in the end, let the people below bring him a sentence.

: "Don't be so reckless in the future, remember your identity."

The cold words, like a knife, cut open his heart, and the scarlet blood dripped down mixed with boundless hatred.

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, suppressing his anger.

He hates it, not because he hates himself as a man, but because he hates Die Shan and why they treat male butterfly demons like this.

: "Bring me another jug ​​of wine—"

In a box on the third floor of a small restaurant, Lang Huai sat by the window, bathed in the moonlight emanating from Dieshan Mountain, and let out a low and hoarse cry.

The waiter at the door responded, "Okay, my lord, just wait a moment."

soon.Xiaoer took another jug ​​full of wine and entered the box.

Xiao Er is a quick-witted monkey monster, very good at observing words and expressions, he can see that this master is in a bad mood, but he dare not touch bad luck.

After placing the jug on the table, he exited the box without stopping, and closed the door intimately.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Lang Huai raised his hand to grab the jug, uncorked the wine cork, raised his head, and gulped for a while.

: "You hate Dieshan, you hate all the women in Dieshan, including your mother."

A faint voice came into the ear.

:"who--"

Lang Huai's eyes froze, and his drunkenness disappeared immediately.

Turn your head and look around.

No previous speaker was found.

A moment later, opposite the small table, the void distorted.

A figure suddenly appeared, sitting upright opposite him.

The visitor was tall and slender, wearing a scarlet robe, with soft long hair loosely draped over his shoulders, and wearing a red and white fox mask with a smile on his face.

In the eyes of the mask, there is only a hole on the left, revealing a deep and dark pupil.

He just sat there quietly, giving Lang Huai a sense of oppression like facing a bottomless abyss.

There was deathly silence in the box.

Lang Huai is not a fool, the moment this person appeared in front of him, he probably guessed the opponent's strength.

This mysterious person is definitely a powerful Saint King.

In front of the opponent, the strength of his Great Saint Realm is like an ant.

Why did such a strong man suddenly find him?

what he wants to do.

A few drops of cold sweat slid down Lang Huai's forehead, dripped into the wine glass on the table, and splashed a handful of water.

The tense atmosphere lasted for half an hour.

The man in the fox mask finally broke the silence.

He stood up, came behind Lang Huai in an instant, leaned forward, bent down, and whispered in his ear: "Tell me, do you want to have power and take revenge on those women?"

His voice is clear and ethereal, like a devil luring mortals into hell.

Lang Huai's expression fluctuated, sometimes frightened, sometimes ferocious, and sometimes resentful.

: "Do you want to have power? You must want to trample those women under your feet, right?"

The magical words of the man wearing a fox mask are like a pinch of flames, stirring up the demon deep in Lang Huai's heart, trying to ignite his resentment and pull him into the abyss.

: "I...I don't know what you're talking about." The last reason told Lang Huai that he couldn't believe the man in front of him.

The man in the fox mask chuckled, patted his shoulder with his slender white hand, "Don't refute, I can clearly feel your hatred."

Lang Huai's face was flushed from suffocation, and he turned his face to the side in an instant, facing the man in the fox mask. The two faces were less than three inches apart. He looked ferocious, and he said through gritted teeth, "What do you know?"

"And what do you know?"

"So what if I hate you, I can't beat the Lord of the Mountain, everything is just passing by. I can't change anything, I can only try to get drunk and numb myself like today."

"Wudie is right. People like me should recognize who we are."

He almost yelled these words, trying to vent all the depression in his heart.

Maybe that would make him feel better.

Otherwise, he would really go crazy.

: "Jie Jie Jie——"

The man with the fox mask gave a disdainful smile, "You are a majestic man, but you are a great sage, no matter where you go, you are considered a strong one, but you were stripped naked by a woman with supernatural powers and whipped in public."

"Wouldn't it be nice for Lang Huai to be whipped in front of tens of thousands of Dieshan monks?"

"Hehe, this news has spread throughout the city today."

"You're a big celebrity now."

: "No—" Lang Huai's face was full of pain, and he covered his ears with his hands, "Don't say it, don't say it, please don't say it."

He shook his head, bared his teeth, and the saliva mixed with blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He's crazy, he's angry, he's resentful.

His whole body was convulsed and trembling.

The magical voice of the man wearing the laughing fox mask kept echoing in his heart, ruthlessly uncovering the most painful memories hidden deep in his heart.

: "When you were seven years old, you were bullied by a direct female butterfly demon named Lan, and you were held in a latrine to wash your hair by her."

: "You told your mother, Wudie, she just let out a oh, and there was no more to say."

: "When you were ten years old, you sneaked into the party of the female butterfly demon, accidentally knocked over the drink, and stained the skirt of a little saint. She dropped you on a tree and beat you for a whole day and night. beat you to death,"

: "When I was 13 years old..."