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 note stained with blood carried not only the stench of gore but also emitted a faint, bewitching fragrance that touched the heart and soul.


Fang Yang looked at the note, the corners of his mouth curving slightly into a smirk traced with coldness, and then, with a flick of his wrist, the note completely vanished.


He continued forward, from start to end, without anyone noticing anything amiss.


"Let's go, it's getting dark. The eerie is about to descend; I want to see just how interesting this mountain village can be."


The cold wind howled, leaves fell chaotically; it was now deep autumn, freezing cold, and ordinary people had long been wearing thick clothes.


Yet at this moment, Xiaodie was clad in thin garments, her face pale, huddled in the black night, shivering violently, looking utterly terrified.


Chapter 213: Sleep with Me First_1