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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 177: The Cat Uses the Dual Cultivation Technique_3

This feeling was all too familiar to her.

Suddenly, she scrambled out from under the bed.

And right before her eyes were the familiar furnishings made of ice and snow, as well as various kinds of furniture.

The most crucial thing was...

Her own queen was sitting in front of the dressing table, grooming herself with spirited energy, her cheeks flushed, and she was muttering something incessantly.

Her jade hands were propped against the tabletop, seemingly a bit weak.

Her silk-like black hair fell like a waterfall, further revealing the queen's beauty.

As for the Demon Lord, he stood by her side with his eyes firmly closed, as if he was pondering something.

A mark of a black sun and a purple moon was at the center of his forehead, showing faintly, emitting a soft glow that accentuated the Demon Lord's handsomeness even more.