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

This wasn't just blatantly asking the other party to knock oneself out with a club, forcibly celebrating a wedding night?


"Sister, this person is truly too cunning. He dares to seduce the Demon Lord right in front of you and me. Why don't you pass all of your bedroom techniques to me, and let your sister take down the Demon Lord?"


Fang Qinghan's face was expressionless, putting on a show of righteous indignation.


The princess glanced at her, couldn't bother to argue with such a fool.


She was shrewder than a monkey; did this foolish woman really think she could fool her? What a joke!


The nights in the small mountain village were exceptionally peaceful.


Shrouded in grey fog, no sound escaped.


The disciples of the Blood Rain Sect had been wanting to rest inside the coffins, but without the Demon Lord's permission, they dared not take the initiative.


They could only tremble with fear, walking on thin ice.


Chapter 216: The Fifth Apprentice on the Stage?_2