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

"Fuling was too careless, losing her silk stockings while she was out."


"Also, this green bruise, it must be from when she was struck by that devil during the day, stripping away the Three Flowers atop her head, and bumped against something when she was flung down from Demon Lord's Pavilion,"


Yuan Heng gnashed his teeth, his face full of anger.


He stormed back into his room, seething with indignation.


In the dead of night, a barely audible cawing of wild crows came from the courtyard.


The doors of two rooms opened at the same time.


Huang Fuling and Yuan Heng dashed out from their houses and flew towards the base of the mountain.


Not much time passed before they reached a cave halfway up the mountain.


A gust of wind blew through, causing the candle flames to flicker and dance, their light uncertain.


There was also a person standing in the cave.


She was dressed in a black robe and wore a mask.


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