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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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She actually harbored such thoughts.

It really was too inappropriate...

She, had let down her master.

And she had also let down her junior sister.

If it had been a usual day, being this close to this demon, she would have already made her move to assassinate him.

But at this moment, she couldn't even grip her sword, her heart even harbored some greed for this embrace with her master.

This was almost unimaginable for her.

Just like this…

Rustle, rustle!

The spring water kept rippling.

In the thick mist, two figures were tightly embraced.

Not far from the shore on a tree,

Gong Yajun saw this scene, biting hard on her silver teeth, feeling as though all the gods and buddhas she believed in were somewhat useless.

Her heart harbored a faint impulse.

Damned demon!

She had seen the Demon Lord at the grand ceremony of the demonic path before. Although he was very handsome, he was definitely not as charming as he was at this moment.

Just like a male fox spirit.