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 the mist, Fang Yang led a group of people toward the mountain village.


Their black robes fluttered softly in the gentle breeze, maintaining a relaxed atmosphere even in such dangerous territory.


During this process, the middle-aged man kept reporting to everyone about the dangers of this little mountain village, telling them what they needed to pay attention to.


The closer they got to the village, the thicker the fog became, grey and dense, mixing with the flying spirit money and the crows' cawing, making the atmosphere even more bleak.


The princess acted calm, showing no fear, but she closely followed behind the others.


Since entering the mist, Ye Qinghong's palm had been tightly clutching the Qinying Sword, her gaze sharp, her expression icy, never relaxing for a moment, always following her master's back, fearing any harm might come to him.


Chapter 212: Master, Save Me!_1