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

the flying vehicle had traversed a swath of thunderclouds.


Thunder roared and fierce winds surged, causing the entire flying vehicle to vibrate continuously, as if it had been through a great battle.


After a long time, they passed beyond the clouds to a clear sky for thousands of miles.


Only then did the dark jade flying vehicle proceed smoothly forward as if nothing had ever happened.


Under the interwoven new and old massage techniques of Huang Fuling, Fang Yang finally withdrew from the Wuxiang Demon Body state.


His turbulent blood gradually returned to tranquility.


The crimson in his eyes also turned pitch black, like the abyss.


His entire being once again resumed its indifferent state, where the beauty of the world did not catch his eye.


With a casual wave of his hand, a black robe tumbled to the floor.


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