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

Ye Qinghong sat cross-legged on the ground.


Her expression was icy cold, her eyes like chilling ponds.


The sharp single ponytail hanging behind her, twitching slightly, added a bit of liveliness to her demeanor.


At this moment, she was refining her sword heart.


Her entire being had entered the state of the Lustrous Sword Heart.


The Azure Shadow Sword above her head floated and spun continuously.


But compared to before, it had become much lazier and lacked its former sharp aura.


It seemed to be shirking its work instead.


From time to time, it flew up, gazing in the direction of the Demon Lord's pavilion, as if anticipating something.


This subtle change naturally did not escape Ye Qinghong's notice, and with a flick of her finger,


the Azure Shadow Sword flew straight back to her hand.


Chapter 61: A Day as a Teacher, A Lifetime as a Father (Please Follow)_1