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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 153: The Second Disciple's Letter to the Princess Consort (Please Subscribe)_1

"!"

The young maid's eyes bulged, her mouth slightly open.

Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with shock, seemingly a bit bewildered.

The next moment...

Her entire face turned tomato red, almost like a cooked shrimp, steam nearly rising from it.

She waved her hands in a fluster, saying,

"My Lady... My Lady, what... what sort of affection between a man and a woman? I hold the Demon Lord in high regard, I have never thought about that at all."

"Moreover, hasn't the Lady already fallen deeply for the Demon Lord? I wouldn't dare harbor even the slightest inappropriate thought."

"Who... who has fallen deeply?!"

Han Lingxuan, as if stepped on, leapt straight up from the bed, her face and ears also flushed as she spoke.