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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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751 Chs

Chapter 187: I Once Had a Wedding Night with My Master_2

Until...

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out.

She felt a palm sharply strike her pert curve, leaving her stunned for a moment.

Cold eyes rippled slightly.

Like a spring breeze brushing the willows, the ice and snow melted.

Her cool visage suddenly flushed with layers of clouds, her eyes full of disbelief.

Turning around, she caught her master's stern gaze.

"This is your punishment! My disciple, how could you believe such foolish rumors?"

Fang Yang kept a straight face, irate yet he struck her several more times, making Ye Qinghong bite her lip, the stubborn and sharp vermilion nearly bleeding.

"Was I wrong?"

Fang Yang asked in a deep voice.

"I was wrong,"

Ye Qinghong slowly replied, then lifted her head and looked steadfastly at Fang Yang.

"But I would dare again."

"..."

Fang Yang was speechless, looking at his head disciple who appeared shy but was incredibly resolute—it was hard for him to say anything.

And at that moment...

Hum, hum, hum!