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

This Demon Lord is really too arrogant.


Within just a few days of not seeing him, he has taken three more wives, and two of them are even his disciples.


If this continues, will I not be left to guard the boudoir alone, my allure rendered useless?


In the midst of the snowy winds, the Princess flew forward in anger. As she possessed the Divine Body of the Bridal Robe, her cultivation speed was very fast. Furthermore, Fang Yang had provided her with top-notch cultivation techniques and elixirs, and she had now reached the Second Order.


Following her was the white snow lion cat, gliding elegantly. Under the enhancement of the Bewitching Technique, it exuded a charming aura.


It was even more graceful than the Princess herself.


The little maid, carrying a basket on her back, which was filled with herbs, followed closely behind.


Chapter 166: The Princess's Revenge Plan 3.0, The Second Disciple's Letter to the Demon Lord_1