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 hosts and guests were toasting merrily, everyone in high spirits.


Although all the guests were made from paper, the wedding had not yet started, yet their expressions were exceedingly lively.


They toasted the disciples of the Bloody Rain Cult one cup after another.


The Disciples instinctively felt that something was amiss and wanted to refuse, but after a gust of chilly wind, they were rendered speechless, unable to do anything but rub shoulders with the paper guests and drink together.


Meanwhile, Fang Yang, along with Guan Qinghan, Ye Qinghong, and others, looked on at the Pear Garden with amusement.


Watching the pear blossoms fall and taking in the beautifully elegant decor.


It truly felt like they had come to attend a wedding.


Certainly, during this time, some paper guests also came over to invite them to drink together.


However, before they could reach Fang Yang, he caught two of them by hand, and with a simple squeeze—


Chapter 217: Wedding Night with the True Self, Part 1