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

Those who dared to offend him were either exiled or died on the spot, each fate more miserable than the last.


This moment, he was walking on Vermilion Bird Avenue, limping, his face expressionless.


His face showed neither ripples of emotion nor any sorrow for the death of his only son.


At last, when he arrived at a desolate mansion, he finally stopped walking, his iron-blooded eyes slowly surveying the property.


The mansion was peaceful, deathly silent, with trees planted inside, but since it was deep autumn, the leaves had long since withered.


The dry branches looked like ghosts and demons, especially sinister, giving one an instant shudder.


Nowadays, all manner of strange occurrences happened frequently in the capital. Ordinary people, coming to this courtyard, would likely have been scared away a long time ago, not to mention that it was now deep into the night, the prime time for ghosts to roam freely.


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