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

Watching as a green thread emanated from senior sister's brow and the five-colored lotus on the Demon Lord's chest.


"Senior sister, once the divine technique and the total guideline begin to fuse, it is very difficult to stop, unless there is another divine technique to replace it."


"The fusion method of our master, even in Ancient Times, was extremely perilous, not to mention now that the cultivation techniques are incomplete, making the fusion even more dangerous. At best, one's spiritual power dissipates, at worst, life and death becomes uncertain."


"When I was young, senior sister did so much for me. Now, perhaps it's time for me to do something for senior sister."


"Maybe, it's also time to repay the Demon Lord for all his kindness to me."


Having said this, Hua Lianyue smiled sweetly, and between her fingers appeared the red Red Dust Gu.


Chapter 180: The Devotion of the Wedding Night_2