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 Qinghong stretched out her hand and beckoned, and the Qingying Sword flew straight back into her hand.


Under the chilling murderous aura, she woke up.


But as long as it was against a common enemy.


The cold killing intent remained unchanged.


Indeed, in the eyes of the Qingying Sword, these women were all here to vie for her food.


"Protector Huang, what did you just do with my master?"


Huang Fuling did not make a sound, continuing to apply her rouge.


She called out softly, picking up the rouge and casting a provocative glance at Ye Qinghong.


Then, with a twist of her delicate waist, she walked outside, her silk-stockinged legs alternating between visibility and concealment beneath her skirt, her allure graceful and full of charm.


Seeing this, Ye Qinghong's gaze grew even colder.


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