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 single question made the Empress freeze for a moment, slightly lost in thought, as she lifted her head and her phoenix-like eyes looked toward the Demon Lord with some confusion, not knowing what crooked idea he had come up with this time.


As far as she knew, walking the streets was something only lovers in this world did together.


Yet how could she, the Empress, whose relationship with the Demon Lord was as sharp and hostile as the tip of a needle, harboring a deep-seated enmity and wishing nothing more than to kill him on the spot, possibly go on a street stroll with him?


To her, the very thought was an immense humiliation.


With that in mind, she wanted to outright refuse the Demon Lord, but as soon as the words reached her lips, a mysterious restlessness arose within her heart, so faint yet so intense.


It left her completely unable to open her mouth.


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