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My Female Disciples All Have Sinister Intentions

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...

Lady Qiao in Spring · Eastern
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Chapter 101: Master and Disciple's Hot Spring Training, The Temple Master's Nighttime Investigation!_1

The moment she saw the Demon Lord in the mirror.

Ye Qinghong's body trembled, and her lips pursed.

That cold, sharp profile drifted through a touch of confusion.

So...

Is this what is most important in her heart now?

It was no longer the Qingying Sword.

But her Master.

The words from last night turned out to be a prophecy.

She truly felt guilty.

And at this moment...

The Qingying Sword, which had been circling around the Liuli Mirror, also witnessed this scene.

"!"

It came to a sudden realization, seemingly shocked.

It couldn't understand when its master had changed her heart.

And the object of her affections was actually him?

Was it trying to compete with itself for the scorching Yang energy?

Master and sword, standing opposite each other.

Ye Qinghong shrank into the bed, burying her head in her knees, her eyes filled with confusion.

Meanwhile, suddenly, footsteps could be heard from outside.

They were so familiar.

Then...

Squeak!

The door was pushed open.