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

Gathering wealth to significantly advance the progress of my own betrothal gifts.


However, when she heard phrases like "adulterers bound together for all eternity,"


she stopped once more, ripples forming in her heart.


Then, standing in the wind and snow, she listened again, her heart filled with delight, until those people were parched, exhausted, and on the verge of collapse, before she reluctantly shook her head.


In the midst of the wind and snow, the sound of a dragon's cry rang out.


Sword light spread out, instantly tearing through the layers of snow, striking down the group of people.


In an instant, those people perished one by one, buried by the wind and snow, without any chance to fight back, so frail in the presence of Ye Qinghong.


After exterminating the group, Ye Qinghong's fingers formed a seal, her black hair flying.


Chapter 175: Knocking the Master Out to Get Married?_2