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

A long silence come from Jade Stone, and finally, a message came through.


"Eldest Senior Sister, this joke isn't funny."


Ye Qinghong said nothing, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword.


In the end, the messages fell like snowflakes once again.


"Eldest Senior Sister, that demon is sly and deceitful. I don't know what kind of bewitching soup he has poured into your mind. But he indeed intends to turn both of us into puppets. The most important thing is, The Demon Lord is inhuman, his psyche has long been twisted. You must not fall for his tricks. Have you forgotten the torment he put us through over these years?"


Ye Qinghong looked at them, ripples forming in her cold eyes, her gaze struggling.


Ultimately, with a flick of her sleeve,


The Jade Stone vanished without a trace.


She then gently removed the bamboo hairpin from her head, letting her long black hair cascade down as she quietly lay on the ground.


Chapter 69: This is a Deformed Love (Please Follow)_1