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

In the cave, Fang Yang contemplated for a long time, but to no avail.


He just watched the wind and snow outside the cavern.


Meanwhile, Ye Qinghong was also slowly waking up, her eyelashes trembling faintly as her eyes, cold as a frosty pond, gradually opened.


Her usually sharp face showed a rare look of bewilderment, her stubborn lips slightly parted, making her look a bit naturally dazed, foolish even.


It was only then that she remembered something seemed to have happened just now, and she hastily inspected her body.


There were none of the bruises described in the books, nor any sort of pain...


Which meant that her wedding night had failed.


There was no way to board the ship first and then buy a ticket, let alone throw a fortune to take responsibility for her teacher.


Ye Qinghong looked at the burnt-out candles, at the teardrops of wax, and sighed deeply, feeling somewhat disappointed and extremely frustrated, as if she had missed a naive but good opportunity.


Chapter 181: This is What Normal Master and Disciple Are Like!_1