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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 147: Ye Qinghong: Fourth Junior Sister, I Won't Lose_1

The lake water was still rippling, stirring up faint waves.

Seeing that her senior sister remained silent, Hua Lianyue let out a slight sigh of relief, thinking that her sister had been persuaded by her words.

However, in the next moment, under the chilly moonlight.

Ye Qinghong lifted her head, her gaze sharp and cold. Her lips tightly pursed, a lock of her green hair gently swaying behind her.

She was holding her sword, staring intently at Hua Lianyue, she said coldly.

"A swordsman never believes in fate, only in the sword in their hand."

"If the ending in the storybook isn't to my liking, I'll chop down the damn author and make him rewrite it, until, the ending changes."

After speaking...

Clang!

A clear and bright sound of a sword's call rose, the moonlight spreading out.

Hua Lianyue felt a strand of Sword Qi drift past her, cold and indifferent.