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

The gusts were fierce, with winds rushing past the dark jade carriage in wave after wave.


Hua Lianyue always followed the carriage, standing beside it.


Her gaze vacant as bouts of pain emanated from her chest.


Memories of what happened in that dark cavern replayed in her mind.


It was so brutal, so wild, so enchanting...


According to what those mortals say, after the bridal chamber's consummation, the two are husband and wife.


Side by side, till the hair turns white with age.


Crimson blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.


Hua Lianyue shook her head, sweeping those messy thoughts from the depths of her mind.


Her moon-white gown fluttered, her skin so pale and white, as she silently stared into the distance, forcibly expelling the sadness in her heart.


Seeing through the red dust didn't mean she was particularly clever; she had simply detached herself from the worldly concerns long ago.


Chapter 202: Hua Lianyue's Sacrifice Again!_1