As Yinyue Dieshan is a matrilineal force, the people in charge are naturally women.
The fundamental reason why women are strong and men are weak is mainly the huge gap in the distribution of benefits and the difficulty of obtaining resources.
The status of male butterfly demons in Silver Moon Butterfly Mountain is very low, and they do not have much say. Their cultivation resources are exploited by female butterfly demons. In this way, generation after generation, there are fewer and fewer strong male butterfly demons. Today, they are almost
It has been reduced to a tool for reproduction and education.
In such an environment, they did not even dare to think of resistance.
Lang Huai's mother's name is Wu Die. People who can be given the surname Die are undoubtedly the real high-level officials of Yinyue Die Mountain.
Wudie Holy King has a sixth-level cultivation and holds the remote position of housekeeper. He has a great say. It can be said that one must have strength and power, and one must have status.
It stands to reason that with such a mother, Lang Huai should be a second-generation Xiu who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
It's a pity that he was born in Dieshan, not a woman, but a man.
Because he has a holy king mother, his status is slightly higher than that of other male butterfly demons, but compared to the status of female butterfly demons, it is a bit insignificant.
Yes, it's just insignificant.
Those people, just because they are women, feel that they are born noble and superior and can look down on all male butterfly monsters.
Just today, Lang Huai just bumped into a female butterfly demon in the supernatural realm, and was stripped naked in front of everyone and whipped hundreds of times.
He would never forget the contemptuous look in that woman's eyes as if she were looking at an animal when she stepped on his face and looked down at him.
Lang Huai's talent was extraordinary. He had practiced for thousands of years and reached the middle stage of the Great Sage without much resources.
But he was stripped naked and whipped in front of everyone by someone with supernatural powers.
Is there anything more embarrassing and ridiculous in this world?
What made him most heartbroken and desperate was that his mother Wudie was watching indifferently from a short distance away, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.
But in the end, he asked the people below to give him a message.
: "Don't be so reckless in the future, remember your identity."
The cold words were like a knife, cutting his heart open, and scarlet blood mixed with boundless hatred dripped out.
He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, suppressing his anger.
He hates, not because he is a man, but because he resents Dieshan and why they treat male butterfly demons like this.
: "Bring me another bottle of wine——"
In a private room on the third floor of a small restaurant, Lang Huai sat by the window, bathing in the moonlight emanating from Butterfly Mountain, and let out a low and hoarse cry.
The waiter at the door responded: "Okay, please wait a moment."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
Soon, the waiter took another full bottle of wine and entered the box.
The waiter is an astute monkey demon who is very good at observing people's emotions. He can tell that this man is in a bad mood, but he doesn't dare to get into trouble.
After placing the wine bottle on the table, he exited the box without stopping and closed the door thoughtfully.
Lang Huai looked gloomy, raised his hand to grab the wine bottle, removed the cork, raised his head, and drank for a while.
: "You hate Dieshan and all the women in Dieshan, including your mother."
A faint voice came into my ears.
:"who--"
Lang Huai's eyes narrowed, and his drunkenness disappeared immediately.
Turn around and look around.
The person who spoke before was not found.
A moment later, opposite the small table, the void twisted.
A figure suddenly appeared and sat opposite him upright.
The person who came was slender, wearing a scarlet robe, with long silky hair hanging casually on his shoulders, and a red and white fox mask with a smile on his face.
There is only one hole on the left side of the mask's eye area, revealing a deep, dark eye.
He just sat there quietly, giving Lang Huai a feeling of oppression like facing a bottomless abyss.
It was deathly quiet in the box.
Lang Huai was not a fool. The moment this person appeared in front of him, he roughly guessed his strength.
This mysterious man is definitely a powerful Saint King.
In front of the opponent, his strength in the Great Saint Realm is like an ant.
Why would such a strong man suddenly come to find me?
What does he want to do.
A few drops of cold sweat slid down Lang Huai's forehead, dripping into the wine glass on the table, causing a handful of splashes.
The tense atmosphere lasted for half an hour.
The man wearing the fox mask finally broke his 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 was clear and ethereal, like a devil tempting mortals to fall into hell.
Lang Huai's expression changed, sometimes frightened, sometimes ferocious, sometimes resentful.
: "You want to have power, right? You must want to trample those women under your feet, right?"
The man wearing the fox mask, with his magical words, was like a pinch of fire, 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 are talking about." The last of his rationality told Lang Huai that he could not believe the man in front of him.
The man in the fox mask chuckled, and patted his shoulder with his slender white hands, "Don't refute, I can clearly feel your hatred."
Lang Huai's face turned red from suppressing it. He instantly turned his face to face the man in the fox mask. The two faces were less than three inches apart. He looked ferocious and gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know?"
"What do you know?"
"It doesn't matter if I hate it. I can't defeat the mountain master. Everything is fleeting. 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 their own identity."
He almost shouted these words, wanting to vent all the frustration in his heart.
Maybe this way he can feel more comfortable.
Otherwise, he will really go crazy.
: “Jiejiejie————”
The man in the fox mask smiled disdainfully, "You are a noble man and a great sage. No matter where you go, you are considered a strong man, but you were stripped naked and whipped in public by a woman with supernatural powers."
"Lang Huai is in front of tens of thousands of Butterfly Mountain monks. Doesn't it feel good to be whipped?"
"Haha, this news has spread throughout the city today."
"You are a big celebrity now."
: "No -" Lang Huai's face was full of pain, and he covered his ears with his hands, "Stop talking, please stop talking, please stop talking."
He shook his head, bared his teeth, and saliva mixed with blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.
He is crazy, he is angry, he is resentful.
His whole body was trembling with convulsions.
The man wearing the mask of a laughing fox, the voice full of magic, 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 she forced you to wash your hair in a latrine."
: "You told your mother Wudie about this, she just said oh and nothing more happened."
: "When you were ten years old, you sneaked into the butterfly demon's party, accidentally spilled the drink, and soiled the skirt of a young saint. She dropped you on a tree and beat you for a whole day and a night, almost