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

He quickly approached the princess, his voice hoarse.


"Just say that the demon is despicable and filthy, ugly beyond compare, and I can make you suffer less pain."


The princess's face was pale, her lips constantly coughing up blood, and under that terrible pressure, she was about to kneel on the ground.


She could feel that the middle-aged man's words were sincere, and if she continuously slandered the demon, criticising the scumbag, maybe she could actually avoid the torment.


Moreover, if it had been before, she would have done so without hesitation, slandering the demon without mercy, tarnishing his reputation completely.


But now, she didn't want to, not even willing to say one more word...


Perhaps it was the bowls of red jujube and ginseng porridge, or maybe it was the jade hairpin the demon had given her, bunches of fresh flowers...


Regardless, she sealed her lips, remaining silent, her phoenix eyes glaring coldly at the other party.


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