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 front of the Shadow Moon Nunnery, all was vast and desolate.


Everyone looked at the enormous figure, at Guan Qinghan with her silver hair flying around and her pupils white as frost.


All were stupefied, rooted to the spot.


Eyes bulged out in utter disbelief, faces filled with incredulity, some even thought they were hallucinating.


Guan Qinghan actually called the Blood Rain Demon Lord "husband"?


Could it be that they had secretly married?


With the already powerful Blood Rain Cult now allied with the Sky Demon Sect, who would be able to stand against them in the future?


The people of the demonic path were all split apart.


A group of female disciples and ladies from various families looked enviously at Guan Qinghan, then at the Demon Lord standing behind her.


Lips tightly bitten, legs entwined, a moment's passion rippled through the air, like surging tides.


Such a handsome Demon Lord, such a robust body!


Duplicate chapter, do not order!!!!_1