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

After all, she had devoted her life to the sword, when had she ever seen such bewildering tactics?


Moreover, they were personally drawn by her own master.


For a moment, she bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally began to look through these albums, making sure to commit them to memory.


Then, she slowly lay in her master's embrace, and Hua Lianyue did the same.


As the images in her mind gradually faded away, even Mo Ke couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling much lighter at heart.


This kind of emotion was extremely rare for her, as she was a descendant of Heavenly Calculation, never once having felt such panic as she did now.


But now, she was truly thrown into disarray by those chaotic, and brazenly bold images.


"Stay calm, the master is just healing the youngest disciple, no need to overthink,"


She murmured softly, a faint smile on her face, as I walked out from the water.


Chapter 358: Ye Qinghong, Hua Lianyue: Do You Really Want to Do This?_2