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

It was the first skill Fang Yang had drawn.


Many times, Fang Yang would use this skill as a wonderful method to punish others, but in fact, it could also heal injuries on the body.


It brought pleasure amidst pain to the extreme.


At this moment, as the Immortal Finger touched the Empress, she grunted, feeling a flame in her body burning wildly, as if exploding.


She bit her cherry lips and moaned again.


Looking at the Demon Lord with humiliation and anger in her eyes, the murderous intent surged and could no longer be concealed, she wished she could directly kill this demon.


Indeed, she had not been wrong in her previous thoughts; the Demon Lord was purposely toying with her, treating her as a plaything.


All that probing for dragon energy was fake.


The opponent, from start to finish, had seen her as prey, never intending to spare her.


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