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

Pondering for a while on how to comfort Fuling.


After all, in this matter, Fuling was absolutely innocent. Even if Fuling was marked by that demon, he would never despise her.


After a long time, he took a deep breath and managed to muster a faint smile, just about to head towards Huang Fuling's room.


Suddenly, a new figure appeared in the courtyard.


A tall and majestic silhouette, handsome and cold, holding a lunch box in his hand. Compared to him, he was like dust, completely inconspicuous.


It was none other than the Blood Rain Demon Lord who had just enjoyed a massage from his wife.


At that moment, the Demon Lord, familiar with the path, quickly walked to Huang Fuling's door and pushed it open.


Upon entering, he glanced at the window and, although a screen blocked the view, a breeze could still enter from outside.


Is there even a halftime break in this?


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