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

This person in black was originally hidden in a corner, observing Fang Yang, with a flame burning between his eyebrows, his fingers drawing a Formation!


It seemed he wanted to take advantage of the fight between his partner and Fang Yang, to use the Formation to probe Fang Yang's bottom line, and if possible, to come into contact with Fang Yang's spirit, which would allow him to curse and kill Fang Yang later on.


However, all these schemes vanished into thin air as the Sword Qi swept by.


The person in black fell to the ground, stirring up layers of rainwater.


Next to him, a girl in green stood in silence, her eyes cold and her sword's gleam sharp.


Three thousand strands of her black hair were tied into a bunch and draped slowly behind her.


She was here to protect her master; with her present, no one would even think of harming her master in the slightest!


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