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

Fang Yang also understood and thought that after a while, his eldest disciple would probably become as unschooled as Huang Fuling, causing a great disturbance in the Heavenly Palace.


Ye Qinghong's face was flushed, her temples adorned with fine strands of hair, sweat dripping as she slowly stood up.


"Master, I didn't intentionally read books on that topic. Just now I pressed several acupoints on you, making your muscles much more relaxed. The effect should be better than Protector Huang's."


Her voice was clear as she spoke, and then as if thinking of something, she tiptoed after Fang Yang stood up.


And kissed her master lightly on the lips.


This time, Ye Qinghong clenched her fist, her lips lingering on Fang Yang's lips for a long time.


Afterward, with a slight flick of her high ponytail and her black hair rippling, she defiantly said,


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