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

Thus, the people of the land often referred to him as the Iron Prime Minister,


whose style of conduct was extremely stern.


In fact, close to that of a solitary official, but even so, he did not waver in the slightest, governing the country without rest.


Before this, he had always kept his head down, but at the moment he heard the Empress's moan, he suddenly looked up, a cold gleam flashing through his resolute eyes.


The purple robe billowed, and a sense of oppressive authority seemed to be forming already.


He squinted as he inquired, his face expressionless, while the Empress bit her lips hard, her skin trembling slightly.


Seated opposite Fang Yang, and thus, sitting in Fang Yang's embrace, she could naturally sense the subtle changes in Dan Yang's body and saw that smirk on Fang Yang's face, full of mockery.


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