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

Peach blossoms rolled in waves, pink mist suffused the air.


Fang Yang and the Sect Master's wife had already vanished without a trace, both enveloped within the fog.


The Hehuan Sect Sect Master was excited and surging with emotion, his eyes shimmering with stirring light.


That's right, it should be exactly like this.


The Powerful Artifact, which he had searched for with great difficulty, was immensely powerful, and now, the Demon Lord was bound to die.


Ye Qinghong drew her sword and rose, her black hair wildly flying behind her, her gaze becoming much more piercing.


Hua Lianyue bit her lips, watching this scene with an uncertain and struggling gaze, somewhat hesitant and indecisive.


To tell the truth, she hated the Demon Lord the most and wished he would die right now, but she clearly knew that with her master's strength, these rolling pink fogs simply couldn't take her master's life.


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