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

How could I make such a decision, one that betrays and deceives my teacher and ancestors.


In the cave, the ice and snow remained unchanged, but it was warmer there than outside.


Ye Qinghong stared at her master unblinkingly for a long, long time, eventually as if she had made some kind of decision.


Her cheeks blushed faintly, and ripples gently disturbed the tranquility of those usually indifferent pupils.


Then, she bowed her head, and three thousand black tresses fell, scattering across Fang Yang's face.


She, on the other hand, closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, her hands clenched pale and visibly very nervous.


After that, she gently kissed her master's lips.


The snow continued to fall, the blizzard whirled outside, and time seemed to stand still, making everything appear so serene.


Ye Qinghong kissed for a long time, then slowly raised her head, dazed as if drunk, her whole being felt hazy.


The Liuli Sword Heart had long been shattered to pieces.


Chapter 179: Wedding Night with the Eldest Apprentice_2