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

a faint kiss had already landed on the top of her head.


Then, she saw Master Fang Yang drifting away, leaving behind nothing but his words in the air.


"My dear disciple, don't be anxious, as I have said before, once your heart's knot is untied, I will spend the wedding night with you."


"Such a simple environment is hardly worthy of my disciple's true self. No matter what, as your teacher, I will not let you suffer any grievances. Get ready, in a few days, we will head to the Capital."


Fang Yang had left, and the room remained as silent as ever, shrouded in the night.


Ye Qinghong lay on the bed, her black hair spreading out like an unfurling lotus flower.


Her cool gaze blankly stared at the ceiling, her face showing a trace of bewilderment, still not fully awake from that kiss. Then, as if remembering something, she smiled sweetly.


Chapter 204: Ye Qinghong's Suspicions About Hua Lianyue_2