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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 137: The Principal Himself Will Examine Your Body (Please Subscribe)_1

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock!

With a gentle rapping at the door,

the door to Guan Qinghan's courtyard was quickly pushed open.

Before she could prepare herself, she saw a towering figure standing at the entrance.

His python robe fluttered, ink-black hair danced in the air.

A shadow loomed behind him, exuding a chilling aura.

Those deep-set eyes, the handsome face,

coupled with the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, were so startlingly breathtaking.

Guan Qinghan had always considered herself steadfast in mind and had never thought of herself as someone swayed by appearances.

But at this moment, upon seeing Fang Yang, upon seeing the Demon Lord, she couldn't help but shiver.

The semi-transparent silk backless dress clung tightly to her body, tracing her exquisite curves, yet in her hand she held indecent clothing, and beneath her skirt... nothing at all.

She unconsciously twisted her long, jade-like legs together.

Following that...

Hum!