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

Her mind flickered with nothing but the image of the demon lord's robust figure.


The good news was that she had thoroughly confirmed her sister's feelings; her sister was indeed deeply in love with the demon lord.


The bad news was that her own heart had also begun to produce waves of strange feelings that she couldn't suppress no matter how hard she tried.


"Demon lord, you wait for me, wait until my body has fully recovered, and I will kill you!"


She gritted her teeth, the words almost squeezed out between her clenched teeth, and then that overwhelming sensation surged again, making her whole body twitch slightly, sending shivers through her, and she lay there on the ground.


Her lips slightly parted, her cheeks seemed to turn into a twilight glow, hauntingly beautiful.


The palace was in chaos, and by this time, Fang Yang had already walked out from the court.


His robes billowed imposingly about him, commanding awe.


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