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 the ink wash painting, on the streets of Chang'an.


Upon hearing Fang Yang's words, the woman with the paper umbrella trembled, and a flush of red appeared on her originally pale face.


What she had just said was merely to ingratiate herself with the demon, to pretend subservience, never expecting that the Demon Lord would make such a humiliating request.


Actually asking her to kneel, to beg pitifully with a wagging tail.


Did he really take her for a dog that could be humiliated at will?


Fang Yang's expression was one of amusement. The woman with the paper umbrella took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in her heart as much as she could before slowly speaking.


"This servant is naturally willing to kneel, please, Demon Lord, be merciful!"


As she spoke, under the pouring rain, she slowly bent down her body and knelt weakly before Fang Yang.


Her eyes were pleading, appearing utterly pitiable.


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