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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 107: This Demon, An Invincible Foe_2

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But no matter what, Gong Yajun, being a Sect Hierarch, was now facing such a defeat.

It was enough to prove the power of the Xuantian Strategy.

However, at this moment, no matter how much he studied, he simply couldn't find anything special about it.

He ultimately could only shake his head.

He first pointed the Divine Finger at the purple moon,

only to see the purple moon flickering uncertainly.

Then it quickly dimmed, showing no strange reaction.

He then reined in his thoughts.

Entering the cave within his mind.

The moment he entered, he sensed something was amiss.

He saw that a vast bed had appeared inside the cave at some point, entirely made of cold jade, emitting waves of chilling aura.

The cold mist enveloped the entire cave.

The empress and Ye Qinghong, originally kneeling on the ground, bound in red threads,

now lay on the bed for some reason.

The method of binding with red threads was still as exquisite, showing off their perfect figures.