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

Having just called out, Ye Qinghong suddenly lowered her head, overwhelmed with shyness, filled with extreme regret.


She didn't even know how she had managed to utter that word, only feeling an ultimate complexity in her heart.


Before she could react, she unwittingly let that word slip out.


"Finally pua... No! Successfully influenced."


Looking at Ye Qinghong kneeling before him, her cheeks flushed red, Fang Yang inwardly let out a sigh of relief.


He of course knew that fully influencing Ye Qinghong to let go of her hatred was not so simple.


After all, the devil had committed countless wrongs over the years, and it was already fortunate for him that these disciples hadn't killed him with a single sword strike.


Expecting the other person to have a moment of enlightenment just because of one's words.


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