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

"Demon, you've bewitched your husband?"


Staring at the middle-aged man whose face was pale as if powdered, the princess consort was dumbfounded, feeling that something was off.


"That's right, my husband and I are deeply in love, it's all because that Demon Lord is too handsome, but no matter what, he must die. Quick, capture this woman for me."


At the middle-aged man's command, numerous demonic disciples behind him charged toward the princess consort.


Their aura was ferocious, their intent to kill chilling.


Each person emanated a bloody aura, clearly having taken countless lives.


This is the way of the demons, inherently cruel and murderous.


There is no notion of morality to speak of.


Han Lingxuan's face was pale, her lips tightly pursed, with her young maid behind her shivering.


Clearly, the princess consort was very afraid, terribly so.


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