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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 121: Hua Lianyue: I Want to Marry My Master First (Please Subscribe)_1

The cold pond was enshrouded in mist, the vapor dense and thick.

Ye Qinghong submerged herself in the icy waters, allowing the cold to overwhelm her.

Yet, even so, her body remained unbearably hot.

Her usually cool eyes had, at some point, started rippling like spring water.

For a moment, she recalled the events that had just transpired.

She thought of her master's burning hands, examining her, as her jade-like legs twisted slightly together.

Her lips were tightly pursed.

A blush had unwittingly spread across her normally indifferent face.

Afterward...

She slowly submerged herself in the spring.

Gurgle, gurgle.

Bubbles emerged in sequence.

The master's hands, so large!

His examination, so thorough!

The curse was to blame for its cunning, eluding her master time and again.

However... It was also thanks to that curse.

Ye Qinghong was in utter disarray, her mind a complete blank.