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

Once the young miss dies, she can still marry the young master and become a lady, the little maid instantly fell silent.


On the second floor of the illusion, Fang Yang frowned as he observed everything, his expression gradually becoming more solemn, while the little girl beside him also spoke up.


"Ah, Ling'er's mother is in danger, she might lose herself, after all, her true heart wishes to live happily together with her own young miss and the Demon Lord. If she makes a different choice out of greed, she will be lost in the illusion forever..."


"But, Daddy is really too charming, the temptation is simply too great, very few people can withstand it."


The tower spirit sighed, while Fang Yang's face remained expressionless, just coldly observing everything.


Looking at the little maid in the illusion, already overworked and on her last breath, his gaze seemed to soften a great deal.


Chapter 185: Spring Dreams Leave No Trace_2