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

Faint words, without any emotional ripples.


Yet they were filled with endless confidence and pride.


Ye Qinghong seemed to be stating facts, decisively and firmly.


Just as she had said before, she was a swordsman, an invincible swordsman.


She disliked losing, so she simply would never lose!


"The night is cold, perfect for sword practice, how about you join me in practicing the sword!"


Seeing that Fang Yang remained silent, Ye Qinghong waved her hand and, without waiting for Fang Yang to refuse, she pulled Fang Yang into her embrace.


Afterward, with a tap of her toes on the ground and her black hair dancing in the air, she drifted above the lake.


The lake's surface rippled gently, and under the bright moonlight reflected on the water, Ye Qinghong reached the center of the lake and then set the white lion cat aside.


Chapter 210: Ye Qinghong: Master, I am very unwilling!_2