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

The sound of footsteps still resonated.


Fang Yang stepped in the rain, calmly and deliberately walking towards the paper umbrella lady, his expression serene and indifferent. Closer and closer he came.


The paper umbrella lady saw that chilling demeanor, and perhaps those eyes as deep as an abyss.


She truly felt fear, the first time since she had set foot in Chang'an.


"No! Impossible, absolutely impossible!"


"Merely a human race, trampled underfoot by our Ming Clan hundreds of years ago. How could they possibly stand against us?!"


She bellowed madly, her face twisted ferociously.


Then, gripping the paper umbrella in her hand tightly, she fiercely shook it.


In an instant, countless paper umbrellas descended from the sky.


Each one radiated a coquettish red glow, and blood flowed down from the umbrellas along their ribs.


The world seemed to turn a brilliant red.


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