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

Male Cultist: "So envious, the Demon Lord truly lives up to his name, to even make the infamous vixen of our cult kneel and fawn in public."


Female Cultist: "So jealous, she truly is the renowned fox spirit, to have ensnared the Demon Lord just like that."


Afterward, the crowd turned their gaze toward Yuan Heng, observing Protector Yuan's dark expression, clothed in emerald garments.


They couldn't help but sigh continuously.


No wonder he could be a protector; it turns out he has such a broad mind.


He can tolerate the fury that others cannot.


A deep humiliation filled his very core.


Looking at Huang Fuling, who knelt humbly on the ground.


Yuan Heng was heartbroken to the extreme.


Pain that pierced through to the crown of his head!


This was his goddess, so cold and proud before him.


And now, she was kneeling before this demon, almost as if she wished to lick the filthy feet of the Demon Lord.


Chapter 116: The Asura Field of Huang Fuling, the Senior Apprentice (Subscribe Please)_2