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 cold wind was biting, and the Blood God's aura seemed particularly withered, as miserable as it could get.


The bride bit her teeth, her complexion turning deathly pale in an instant. Then, she turned into a wisp of smoke on the spot, flying out of Fang Yang's embrace, but without any immediate intention to assist the Blood God.


Instead, she stared fixedly at Fang Yang, sitting back to watch the tigers fight.


Her eyes emanated a faint sense of shame and anger.


"Slut, you just want to see me dead deliberately, I should have never cooperated with you and set this trap here,"


The Blood God roared, almost going into a state of frenzy, as angry as one could be.


Eventually, with a swipe of his claw, boom, boom, boom, accompanied by terrifying thunderous sounds.


The fog that enveloped the whole mountain village seemed to have been torn apart.


As the mist parted like a curtain lifted from the earth, the original scene was finally revealed.


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