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 the midst of wind and snow, Guan Qinghan's expression was cold and detached.


With a moment's reflection, all the memories from before surged into her mind.


From being the center of everyone's attention, she had flitted towards the Demon Lord, asked him for a kiss, and even publicly declared him as her husband. Then there was the jealousy and squabbling with a group of women, the eagerness to pass the Demon Lord's test, and even becoming sworn sisters with an incredibly foolish woman and obtaining an utterly absurd book...


Recalling how she had just stripped off her undergarments like a seductress and offered them to the Demon Lord.


She had even handed over her entire storage bag.


At that, she couldn't help but grind her teeth, her face flushing so much that it seemed she might bleed.


She had infiltrated the demonic path precisely to condemn these shameless acts.


Chapter 172: Ye Qinghong, the Demon Lord is Your Husband!_1