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

A flame ignited at Fang Yang's brow, and on top of his head bloomed four whole leaves, and moreover, a fifth leaf was also gradually taking shape.


In an instant, all his trump cards merged into a single finger, and facing the sky full of flood dragons, he pointed forward,


It seemed as if even the torrential rain had stopped, everything became stagnant, as if time and space had frozen over.


The sound of breaking echoed, the wind and rain around Fang Yang turned into a mirror, and now, cracks began to appear on the mirror, becoming more and more numerous and dense.


Including those Azure Dragons in the storm, all disappeared, eradicated by the wind and rain!


Effortless as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, thunderous and overwhelming.


From beginning to end, there was no room for resistance.


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