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

Ye Qinghong gazed at the translucent persimmon in her hand, lost in thought for a moment, then lifted her head and caught the indifferent smile of her second junior sister.


Tucking the persimmon away, she pursed her lips and said,


"In that case, thank you, second junior sister. I will stay here to guard our master and will not see you out."


Mo Ke nodded, carrying the lantern and gently leaping down from the treetop, walking towards the Star Picking Observatory.


After taking a few steps, she paused and spoke calmly,


"I forgot to remind my senior sister that a great catastrophe is approaching and the capital has been quite unsettled recently. Please be careful, senior sister."


Her coming was elegant, her departure just as refined, like the breeze and the bright moon over countless miles of rivers and mountains.


All she left for Ye Qinghong was a single translucent persimmon.


Chapter 229: Guan Qinghan: Pregnant with the Demon's Child!_1