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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 189: Another Romantic Debt of the Demon Lord?_1

"Damn demon, enjoying himself quite a bit, hooking up with so many women here. Is mouth-to-mouth wine feeding really that special? Anyone can do it. Let the smart princess consort here do it, and I will definitely serve you comfortably."

Han Lingxuan stood to the side, staring at Fang Yang, who was perched upon the throne, muttering under her breath, the more she looked, the angrier she became.

She also used her clever brain to ponder how to snatch the Demon Lord back, but no matter how hard she tried, her mind was all muddled.

This left her unsatisfied and pounding her head.

She believed that it must be the Illusion Moon Tower affecting her performance, even reducing her intelligence quite a bit.

So, with a stern face, her expression serious, her phoenix eyes continually swept over the group of enchantresses.

Glaring once, and then glaring again.

Trying to make these seductresses realize what kind of existence they had provoked.