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

In the dark of night, there was not a ripple, nor did anyone notice this scene.


The girl's profile was so cold, so exquisitely beautiful, just like a small cat leaping continuously, stepping on the glazed tiles, avoiding shadow after shadow, and evading one sentry after another.


She kept following the figure ahead of her.


But for some reason, she felt a constant unease in her heart, as if she were being watched by some terrifying entity.


This feeling had only come to her after she set foot on the city wall, it was vague and almost indifferent, and had she not possessed the Glass Sword Heart, she would not have sensed it at all.


With this thought, her movements became even swifter and more cautious, carefully weaving through the palace, step by step.


What she hadn't noticed was, as she continued to leap through the air, a figure lingering under the eaves suddenly opened its eyes.


Its eyes were pitch-black, and its complexion deathly pale.


Chapter 232: Ye Qinghong: Master, I can hardly hold back anymore. _2