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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 222: Teasing the Empress_2

Everything proceeded exactly as the Demon Lord had intended.

Today, the Demon Lord was going to ascend to the painted boat by trampling over them, and no one could escape this fate.

With this urgent thought, he closed his eyes in despair, watching helplessly as the Demon Lord took another step.

Boom!

The aura exploded and blood rained down; amidst the torrential downpour, Fang Yang finally took his fourth step and reached the edge of the painted boat.

At that moment, the rain ceased, and the surface of the lake calmed.

Everything seemed to have been restored—as if nothing had happened, and all that had been experienced was but an illusion.

A dream within Nanke!

Only the rich scent of blood testified to what had just transpired.

The autumn breeze continued to blow.

Ripples spread across the lake.

Outside the city gates, silence, stillness, the world seemed to have quieted down.