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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 148: Let's See If You Can Really Die (Subscribe Please)_1

The moonlight shimmered, casting a pervasive night.

Ye Qinghong, alone with her sword, advanced coldly.

Even now, she still remembered the words her fourth junior sister had said not long ago, intent on competing with her for the position of Sect Mater's wife.

Although it might have been said in the heat of the moment, Ye Qinghong was quite aware that as soon as her fourth junior sister came to know the Sect Master a bit more, she would inevitably be utterly conquered by him.

That handsome face, his charisma infused with charm, tenderness, and ever-present care.

And...

Those intensely passionate and burning large hands.

They were all enough to mesmerize someone.

To the point where one couldn't help but wish to immediately submit at the feet of the Sect Master and fulfill the filial duties of a disciple.

As her thoughts reached this point, Ye Qinghong pursed her lips, her heart inexplicably rippling...