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

Watching Ye Qinghong, who obviously seemed a bit nervous, holding her sword.


He didn't know what to say for a moment.


It seemed that this tragic love was too passionate, and it was not something this story could dispel.


Just stabilize the situation for now, relying on the efficacy of the Sun-Chaser Pill.


Having an additional senior disciple doesn't seem like a bad thing.


"Master, I... Is there any problem with what my old friend said?"


Ye Qinghong was holding her sword, visibly a bit nervous.


"I think, there is no problem," the master responded.


"However, I venture to guess that your old friend must share many similarities with you. One day, you could bring her over, and I could teach her swordplay."


Ye Qinghong fell silent for a moment and nodded.


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