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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 227: Mo Ke: Please, Master, punish your disciple severely!_2

Such oppressive might, even an ordinary law body realm powerhouse would likely be forced to kneel on the spot.

But at this moment, in front of Fang Yang, Mo Ke still wore an air of nonchalance, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, a faint smile on his face.

Flipping the bookshelf in the Empress's boudoir, it transformed into a chessboard, he then picked up one chess piece after another.

Setting up this chessboard.

"Master worries too much! Mo Ke has calculated for all under heaven, but would absolutely not dare to deduce anything about Master. Moreover, I lack the ability."

"Is that so?"

Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying gust of wind burst forth, suddenly pulling Mo Ke in front of him.

Afterward, his broad and terrifying palm gently lifted Mo Ke's chin, their eyes met, and the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, increasingly stagnant.

"You ask your master to trust you? What capital can you offer?"