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

With that, she turned to walk away, intending to silently leave the grand hall, to exit the courtyard.


Before leaving, she took one last look at the still curvaceous and charming Gong Yajun, inwardly cursing her shamelessness.


Despite her age and prestigious status as the master of the Shadow Moon Hermitage, she was still willing to meet privately with the Demon Lord, kneeling before him like a slave.


If anyone should kneel, it should be a disciple like her. For a disciple to kneel before their master was only right and proper.


Just as she was about to leave, an indifferent voice rang out from behind her.


"Lianyue, as a disciple who hasn't returned for two years, how could you see your master and not perform the proper rites?"


As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind swept past, automatically activating the Formless Demon Body.


In a whirl of the world, he directly pulled Hua Lianyue into his embrace, his gaze cold, his eyes deep.


Chapter 150: Hua Lianyue's Secret Rendezvous with the Demon Lord, Ye Qinghong Arrives with Sword in Hand_2