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 sword light spread like frost and snow.


Ye Qinghong's expression was impassive, her hair flying behind her like a solitary, blue orchid. Thus, she thrust her sword forward.


Carrying a terrifying intent to kill, it was about to touch the Sect Mistress's brow.


The Sect Mistress's face changed as she felt the deterrent power of the Shocking God Sword.


Then her body bent, her sleeve flicked.


Pink mist spread from her, enveloping the surroundings in an instant, including Ye Qinghong, under the influence of the "Yin Yang Great Harmony Spell," her cool demeanor showing a faint blush, her pupils revealing a strong struggle,


Even the Qingying Sword trembled slightly, as if sensing Fang Yang's fervent breath and wishing to be tightly grasped by the Demon Lord.


"Little sister, you're still too naive. With such abilities, how could you possibly serve the Demon Lord? Let me do it instead," she said.


Chapter 158: The Bewilderment of Ye Qinghong (Please Subscribe)_1