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

The waters of Mirror Lake rippled slightly.


Just like Hua Lianyue's already unsettled heart.


At this moment, within the forbidden area of the pleasure boat.


Hua Lianyue, draped in a fox fur overcoat, appeared somewhat pale.


Her peach blossom eyes seemed indignant yet not indignant, joyful yet not joyful.


Serene, she gazed towards the direction of Yingyue Hermitage.


The incense burner in her hand burned softly, warming her icy hands, and preventing her willowy figure from being toppled by a gust of wind.


By now, the pleasure boat had come to a halt, remaining stationed at the center of Mirror Lake.


On the shore, willow branches swayed; in the lake, wild ducks squawked, and red paper lanterns bobbed on the water.


All was as beautiful as a poem, as picturesque as a painting.


However, within such a stunning setting, Hua Lianyue had lost the desire to read or write.


Chapter 134: Hua Lianyue: Seduce the Master_1