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's body instantly stiffened.


Subconsciously, she felt something was amiss.


The familiar figure, the familiar touch, even those deep eyes!


All were exactly the same as in the depths of her memory.


Heart Demons are cunning, but they shouldn't be this realistic.


They make one aware that it's an illusion, yet unable to break free, just like before.


So, the person before her was her master, the person she hated most, whom she had sworn to assassinate to free her four junior sisters from his clutches.


But now, had she willingly thrown herself into his arms and done such shameful things?


She grabbed the still dazed Green Shadow Sword and inserted it into her back scabbard.


For some reason, the Green Shadow Sword struggled slightly, even showing a hint of resentful jealousy, but Ye Qinghong had no time to feel these emotions.


Chapter 70: The Demon Lord of the Bloody Rain Arrives!_1