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

Mist hung in the air, and the water rippled.


Ye Qinghong, clad in green, almost merged into one with the spring water.


Her clothes, drenched, clung to her body.


It just so happened to accentuate her figure.


"My eldest disciple is a hidden gem, indeed,"


Fang Yang, looking at her figure that was such a waste of fabric, felt many emotions stirring.


Ye Qinghong usually wore loose clothing, and her aloof personality, coupled with her clear, cool beauty,


made it easy for people to overlook her figure.


Assuming she was like a long, sharp sword.


"Disciple, show me your Heavenly Sword technique first."


Ye Qinghong lightly pursed her lips, feeling somewhat out of place in the endless night.


had started to melt unknowingly, just like the warm spring water.


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