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

Although seductive, she preferred killing even more.


The number of people who died by her hand was countless.


Who had ever seen such a girl-next-door appearance?


Seeing Huang Fuling dressed like this, with such an expression, even Fang Yang couldn't help but be momentarily dazed and narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what the witch was up to this time.


Especially those two braids, which could be called the finishing touch, irresistibly tempting one to hold them...


Seeing the profoundness in the Demon Lord's eyes, a glimmer of light seemed to sparkle.


Huang Fuling's anxious heart finally relaxed, feeling a surge of joy inside.


As the only direct disciple of the Saintess of Shadow Moon Nunnery, she was quite aware of how astute and sharp her master was.


Especially since her acting, charm, and even posture had all been personally taught by her mentor.


Her mentor knew her like the back of her hand.


Chapter 122: The Devotion of Huang Fuling (Subscription Required)_3