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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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It wasn't long before she arrived in front of Fang Yang, a faint orchid fragrance emanating from her.

Refreshing to the heart.

However, at this moment, she was lightly biting her red lips, devoid of her earlier seductiveness.

She was hesitant, unsure whether to speak.

The next second, Fang Yang's broad arms wrapped directly around her waist, and he forcefully pulled her in.

Their skin touched.

The light droplets fell, pattering softly.

Huang Fuling was startled at first, not having recovered when she saw a pair of deep eyes, smiling yet not smiling.

"Protector Huang, would you like to say something?"

Huang Fuling's heart trembled, feeling a thread of indifference from the Demon Lord.

This indifference was exactly the same as what she felt the first time she climbed into the Demon Lord's bed.

Although subtle and calm, it was as if it rebuffed her from a thousand miles away.