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

As she spoke, she extended a finger, its tip emitting a faint golden glow, and placed it on Ye Qinghong's forehead.


At the moment her finger touched down, a tiny figure suddenly appeared in Ye Qinghong's brow.


It was about the size of a fingernail, enveloped in golden light and in a state of unconsciousness.


She was dressed in green, her features cold and flawless. Her hair, as long as three thousand strands, was tied in a bundle and hung down gently.


Like a sleeping kitten, she looked especially well-behaved.


In her arms, she held two items. One was a thread-bound book with the words "The Divine Condor Heroes" on the cover, and the other was a small copper coin, gripped tightly in her hand.


Behind her, a green sword floated, persistently seeking to snuggle its own master, but was slapped away by the little Ye Qinghong.


Chapter 194: Second Disciple: Your Majesty, would you like to join my master on a journey?_2