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 snowstorm, Hua Lianyue was graceful like a willow, fragile in the wind.


Her snowy white fox fur coat was already full of snowflakes, but she didn't care at all.


She just stood there steadfastly in the snowstorm, allowing the snowflakes to drift down, to land on her shoulders, on her brows and eyes.


Murmuring to herself, Hua Lianyue gazed at the teardrop on her pale palm, the confusion in her peach blossom eyes slowly dispersing like fog, becoming more and more hazy.


She was clearly a demon, and even the cruelest one at that, decisive in killing, her hands dyed with the vivid red of fresh blood, standing atop a forest of white bones.


Why then did she continue to protect this place? Why did the obsession in her heart never fade away?


As Hua Lianyue stood in the snowstorm, her heart felt heavy, causing her brows to furrow tightly as she clutched her heart.


Chapter 187: I Once Had a Wedding Night with My Master_1