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

She had barely unsheathed a few swords before her palms were carved with wounds from the severe recoil.


But even so, she bit her lips and continued to strike out, sword after sword.


The wet gauze dress clinging to the Empress Dowager's body outlined her delicate waistline.


Her eyes were like peach blossoms, casting a fleeting glance as if through a mist, her lips curving into a faint smile.


In front of her, the previously indifferent Demon Lord had eyes that seemed far greedier, standing still, almost obsessively staring at her.


As if he longed to melt her into his bones.


"That's right, this is the obedient Demon Lord. Come, follow me into the hot spring. I want to play a little game with you in the water," she said.


Her voice was as sweet as sugared frosting, and her slender, jade-like hand gently took Fang Yang's arm, leading him towards the hot spring.


With each step, the red bells on her ankles chimed, a clear and pleasant sound ringing out.


Chapter 234_2