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

Ye Qinghong's eyes were firmly shut, her pupils, cold as wintry pools, already rippling with waves, looking rather shy, rather annoyed.


She had experienced this situation far too often.


Previously, she had barely managed to maintain her composure, but now, just outside the sleeping palace, outside her master's chambers.


She was only a few yards from her master.


In such a situation, how could she remain calm? A restless heat surged inside her, spreading throughout her heart, burning.


Her normally cold countenance now bore a tinge of redness, like blooming peach blossoms.


Thus she stood resolute upon the tree branch, gazing in the direction of the sleeping palace, biting her lips tightly.


For a moment, she felt a desire to take someone else's place.


Chapter 255: Mo Ke: Kneeling in Front of the Master_1