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

Dark clouds hung low over the city, threatening to crush it.


At this moment, on the second floor of Illusion Moon Tower, the clouds roiled like ink, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed a thunderstorm was imminent.


Just as the people of the demonic path planned to strike at Fang Yang, all the women stood before him.


Her complexion was pale, her eyes weary, appearing as though she had reached the end of her strength, exceptionally weak.


Like an orchid in a storm, withering seemed a possibility at any moment.


But still, she stepped forward, with unwavering resolve, standing by her master's side, biting her lip.


Even now, she was unclear whether she did it for her master's sake, or for her senior sister.


Under the gaze of the crowd, Fang Yang, clad in black robes, sat on his throne, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, looking at the demonic path's heavy hitters in attendance, as if disappointed.


Chapter 190: The God-burning Lamp, Ye Qinghong's Birthdate Characters!_1