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

Inside the flying chariot, the sound of killing and fighting was rising from all sides.


This stern Sword Qi had also reached the outside.


Yuan Heng stood outside the flying chariot, continuously shaking it to prevent anyone from hearing the noise or seeing it damaged.


At this moment, he too sensed the murderous aura, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.


It seems there's a killing spree inside, best if a river of blood flows.


This demon is simply delirious, to even think about enjoying all the fortunes of others and conquering the battleground.


Not even considering whether he has the capability for it.


Those who have conquered the battleground in the past were either so charming as to be heartbreaking, or carried the demeanor of emperors powerful enough to sweep the eight desolations.


Chapter 118: Two Women Fight Under the Table (Please Subscribe)_1