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

Speaking, he reached out with a sweep of his hand, and amidst the billowing of his robes, he was about to pull Wen Chanyi into his embrace, but in the next moment.


Wen Chanyi's figure staggered gracefully, appearing as fragile as a thread of silk, slowly collapsing to the ground. The red lantern in her hand began to flicker erratically, seeming as if it might extinguish at any moment.


In doing so, she ingeniously avoided the Demon Lord's embrace.


Originally, having seen his beloved consort dodge his embrace, the Demon Lord had already become enraged to the extreme, feeling a sense of deception. However, now, as he saw Wen Chanyi falling.


He paused for a moment, seemingly unclear about the specific situation, but quickly began to fret with endearment.


"My consort, what has happened to you?"


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