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

Star Picking Observatory, the maple leaves like fire.


Mo Ke, dressed in Daoist robes, smiled as she looked toward the Empress.


The Empress frowned silently, scrutinizing the chessboard before her for a long time before she spoke.


"Observatory Master, are you certain that only your mentor, the Demon Lord with the blood rain, can resolve the crisis of the Tang Dynasty?"


Mo Ke extended her fair wrist, her spirited face exuding confidence.


"I seem to have told Your Majesty that while anyone else's predictions can be wrong, mine never are. The Tang Dynasty is now filled with forbidden zones, suffering is widespread, and many cultivators are at a loss. But everything will be resolved as soon as my mentor enters the fray."


With these words, she reached out her hand to pick up a teapot beside her, pouring two large bowls of tea into the most ordinary coarse ceramic bowls with leisure and ease.


Chapter 195: Ye Qinghong: Wedding Night, Right!_1