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

Desolate, decayed, almost a desiccated corpse, obviously long dead, merely an illusion created by the Blood God's sinister means.


Strictly speaking, the people in this village had died long ago, not a single one survived.


The so-called sleeping in coffins, offering incense, were nothing but the Blood God's ploys, and those who complied would end up with no burial ground, with no chance of survival whatsoever.


One by one, the monsters burst, and before long, all the villagers linked to the Blood God by red chains had died.


The air was filled with the stench of decay.


Then, Fang Yang grasped the chains and gave a forceful pull.


Accompanied by a series of sounds, the Blood God was directly dragged to his side.


Before there was time to beg for mercy.


A large hand directly grasped his skull, and then, squeezed hard.


Chapter 219: _2