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 autumn wind caressed her face, and the moonlight surged.


In the midst of such ambiguous and joyous moans, Ye Qinghong gripped the sword in her hand tightly, her cold eyes glittering like the white frost of autumn, so cold, so piercing.


Sword Qi was nearly impossible to conceal, ready to burst forth. Of course, she could not direct it toward Ganlu Palace, toward her own master.


So, she just gazed at the woman in black, at Xiao Yingxue, saying nothing, just staring at her with that cold look.


The Lustrous Sword Heart activated on its own, appearing vigilant, the moonlight on her face only adding to her chill.


Xiao Yingxue opened her mouth with a smile.


"It doesn't matter who I am. All you need to understand is that I can help you kill this demon. Swordsmen are the purest, and moreover, the higher the realm of a swordsman's cultivation, the purer they are. I can see that you harbor deep-seated hatred for this demon."


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