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

Ye Liangchen's arm broke, blood gushing forth like a fountain, streaming rapidly.


He let out a painful howl, his eyes bulging roundly.


Completely failing to understand what had just happened.


After all, his strategy had been correct, Ye Qinghong should have despised her teacher.


With just a little persuasion, the demon would have been doomed.


But why would Ye Qinghong make such a choice?


His face turned deathly pale, sweat poured profusely.


Staring fixedly at Ye Qinghong, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.


But in the end, what he received was a cold reprimand.


"Blood Rain Cult, do not trespass. I spare your life this time. Cross me again and I will kill you. Get lost!"


Ye Liangchen fell silent, glanced one last time in the direction of the Demon Lord's abode, and without any hesitation, he staggered away.


As soon as he turned around, his eyes filled with maniacal fervor.


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