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

No wonder before she came to Shadow Moon Convent, she insisted on carrying that small wooden box, fearing that the cold weather would harm the Demon Lord.


That Demon Lord deserved a good freezing.


It served him right for not being faithful, always flirting around outside. It would be best if that thing of his froze off too.


That way, he wouldn't be so potent, and she wouldn't be so exhausted.


"My lady, you didn't quarrel with the Demon Lord just now, did you?"


The little maid sensed that her mistress seemed very angry and asked cautiously.


Fearing that the Demon Lord and the lady would have an irreparable fallout, in the end, it would still be her lady who suffered.


The lady initially wanted to comfort her little maid, but upon seeing the cotton-padded clothes in Ling'er's hands, along with the herbs at her back, she abruptly swallowed the placating words she had intended to say and spoke irritably.


Chapter 172: Ye Qinghong, the Demon Lord is Your Husband!_2