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

Words full of scorn laid bare the Blood God's every last card.


His eyes wide with disbelief, he had never imagined that Fang Yang would so easily unravel all his schemes.


Moreover, he did so with such disdain that, for a moment, it kindled a rage fueled by humiliation.


"The great calamity is imminent! The mortal realm will become a bizarre domain! How dare a mere mortal behave so impudently in front of me? Since that's how it is, I will send you to your death!!!"


With that, he let out a fierce roar, his figure swelling in size as a red mist began to spread from his body, gradually obscuring the entire courtyard.


The air was filled with the scent of blood.


The red mist trembled continuously, flowing like a river, ceaselessly moving forward, shrouding everything in its grasp.


Including Ye Qinghong and others, who were also caught in its current, unable to move.


Chapter 218: Human Guile, Unresolved Feelings? (Please follow!!)_2