After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

While arranging Yang Nanyao without raising her head, the petite Feicui nimbly took out four camphorwood boxes of different sizes.

He picked out the smallest box and pushed it towards Yang Nanyao.

This is a camphorwood box in its original color, carved with rich peony patterns, and it exudes a faint camphorwood fragrance. The box is not too big, only 60% of the size of the other three boxes.

After taking the smallest camphorwood box, Yang Nanyao didn't think too much about it. He just reached out and opened it. It was like opening the door to a new world for him.

Seeing the things in the box, Nanyang Yao, a virgin who had lived several decades longer than others but had never touched a woman's hand directly and tightly in his two lifetimes, could not help but change his expression. He felt the boiling blood rushing to his forehead uncontrollably, and then like the rushing water of the Yellow River, he found a way out on his own.

A hot current flowed down the nasal cavity uncontrollably.

tick...

The bright red blood from his nose fell onto the goose yellow bellyband embroidered with a pattern of fish playing in a lotus pond, which was placed on the top.

God have pity on them. No matter it was the 9,000-year-old eunuch Nan in the previous life or the young Nan Yang Yao now, they had lived for more than 50 years in both lives, and they were old virgins who had never even touched a woman's hand. When they opened the box without any preparation, they saw a box full of bellybands and underwear that girls in the boudoir wore every day. The shock was really huge.

Looking at the dazzling scene in front of him, his mind automatically emerged with the beautiful view of Li Shiliu's chest that he vaguely saw on the day he entered the mansion. He did not lose the most important little cock, and this was the first time that the hot-blooded Nanyang Yao suffered such a critical blow, so naturally his nosebleed began to flow.

The movements of his hands seemed to be still, but the beautiful scenery in his mind kept shaking. After finally digesting this unbearable blow, Nanyang Yao took a look at the two unsightly blood flowers that suddenly appeared on the top goose yellow bellyband, and inexplicably felt a little guilty.

For some unknown reason, Nanyang Yao, in a fit of impatience, swiftly grabbed the top goose yellow bellyband that was stained with nosebleed and stuffed it into his lapel in the blink of an eye.

Looking up at Feicui who was still sorting a thick winter fox fur cloak in a big box not far away, and not noticing the little movement on her side, Yang Nanyao breathed a sigh of relief and began to sort it out in the same way.

But with a bellyband in his left hand and a pair of underwear in his right hand, poor Yang Nanyao felt that she would definitely lose too much blood today.

……

After working hard for more than an hour, Yang Nanyao felt like he had turned into a cooked, smoking red crab and no longer remembered how he finished his work.

Anyway, when Feicui, with a look of disgust on her face, finally couldn't help but drive Yang Nanyao out to fetch water, Yang Nanyao felt that she was finally alive again.

Yang Nanyao wiped his face roughly with the cool well water, gasped for breath and sat down by the well, forcing himself not to think about the lingering scenery in his mind. Nanyang Yao began to ponder his next move.

Living an extra life in the previous life was not lived in vain. In order to stand out in the cannibalistic palace, Nanyang Yao, who had lost his penis, learned a superb makeup technique that was comparable to a head-changing technique.