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 his eyes, Fang Yang was simply a naked evil, a demon destined to destroy the mortal world.


Otherwise, how could the other party have swallowed the Ming River?


Could a cultivator really do such a thing?


Inconceivable, it was just too inconceivable.


However, soon he seemed to think of something, his eyes widened without any hesitation, he fiercely flew toward the distance.


Although he was a Quadruple Leaf Embodiment, a terrifying existence in the entire cultivation world that made countless people tremble with fear, he couldn't compare to the Blood Rain Demon Lord no matter what.


The person's strength was just too strong, too terrifying; even the Ming River couldn't trap him.


Whether it was the Evil God or the Ming River, both had been devoured by him, how could he possibly be his opponent?


It has to be said, the reaction of the Ghost Ancestor was quite fast, and his decision-making was quite resolute.


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