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

In front of the Daming Palace, the atmosphere was oppressive, with everyone's gaze fixed on the Blood Rain Demon Lord.


Their expressions awkward, absurd thoughts began to flood their minds.


Only the prime minister's expression was grave, as if deep in thought, the first stirrings of apprehension against Fang Yang had arisen within him.


To tell the truth, when the Demon Lord's notoriety spread far and wide upon arriving in the capital, he had not held much fear for this devil, who had not even entered his line of sight.


It wasn't until that cunning woman revealed her unusual connection with the Demon Lord that he started to take the matter more seriously.


And now, he could feel that the devil before him had become a threat to him.


It seemed as if at any moment he could shatter his plans, which made his gaze grow a bit more solemn.


Squinting at the devil before him, he slowly spoke.


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