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

In an instant, the entire Purple Moon Tower was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.


A group of people widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief.


They stared blankly at the majestic and imposing Mo jade Feihan.


They felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on them.


Those who were just now filled with righteous indignation, clamoring to kill the demon, were all


frozen like wooden chickens, their scalps tingling.


Wasn't it said that the demon fell into demonic madness and was severely injured, now only able to hide away in the Blood Rain Sect and struggle to survive?


While everyone was on edge, the Feihan slowly opened, and a grand figure walked out from within.


Tall and straight, his black hair wild, he was wearing a Fire-repellent Python Robe made of black heavenly silkworm silk.


Enveloped in layers of mist, he was unfathomable.


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