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 Crying Old Man was dumbfounded; he didn't even have time to cry.


He couldn't understand what was happening at all.


This was an entity that had emerged from the deathly domain and could slaughter all around—why did it suddenly flee?


And in such a disheveled, decisive manner?


At this moment, Fang Yang had also clearly seen the figure—it was the one he had previously crushed to death inside the Demon Lord's pavilion.


Only now it was much stronger than before, and the aura radiating from its body... even more enticing.


It was downright like Monk Tang's flesh.


It made one unable to resist the urge to devour him.


"You've come out, and you still want to run? Is that possible?"


A giant hand formed from gusting winds reached directly towards the other party, enveloping him.


It instantly created an inescapable net.


Sealing off all escape routes for that figure.


Chapter 72: Step Back, Let the Master Handle This! (Please Follow)_1