Lady Qiao in Spring

Fang Yang transmigrated to become the leader of a demonic cult, with his powers completely dissipated and his memory lost. All he inherited was a stack of diaries left by the previous demon lord. He discovered that the demon lord was a philanderer, with ex-lovers and admirers everywhere, each of whom harbored deep-seated hatred for him.
In order to survive, he had no choice but to follow the diaries and pretend to be the demon lord, navigating relationships with numerous peerless beauties, trying to dispel their hatred.
"Your Highness, the moon is exceptionally beautiful tonight, why don't we go out to enjoy it together?"
The Princess of Zhen Nan: "?"
"Empress, please be reserved. For the sake of the people of the world, let us part ways here."
The Empress: "??"
"My disciple, give up. It's impossible between us."
Female disciple: "???"
...
From then on, Fang Yang racked his brains and put on a full performance. He maneuvered among many women, striving to keep himself from being raped or killed by them.
As the old saying goes, one woman is equivalent to five hundred crows.
What about ten or twenty?
Fang Yang, covering his ears that were nearly deafened by the noise, looked at the sensual and stunning beauties before him.
He wanted to cry but had no tears...

My Female Disciples All Have Sinister Intentions

The coquettish words caused Fang Yang's mouth to twitch, and his forehead to be covered in black lines.


Only when he lifted his head did he realize that the other party was leisurely watching him, with eyes full of resentment and tightly pursed crimson lips.


The very picture of yielding to one's bidding.


The fitted long dress emitted a faint fragrance, causing ripples in one's mind.


Was this really a demon sect, or a brothel?


The atmosphere has been tainted by Chunqing Hall!


Fang Yang couldn't help but criticize inwardly, without any hesitation, he pointed his finger and touched the other's forehead.


Huang Fuling's three flowers on top of her head also dimmed quickly, her realm falling to the Grandmaster stage.


But for some reason, Fang Yang felt that as he extended his finger, the other's crimson lips seemed to part slightly.


Chapter 30: This is the Demon Sect! (Please Follow)_1