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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 297: The Complete Devotion of the Number One Oiran in the World!_1

Chang'an, the drizzle persisted.

Everything was so tranquil, the misty rain like fog enveloping the entirety of Chang'an, and within the White Jade Tower.

In that secluded boudoir.

Guan Qinghan lay on the bed, her complexion flushed, her gaze slightly vacant, obviously still disoriented from the intensity of the battle.

It would likely take a long time for her to completely recover.

And at this moment, Chu Lian'er's restriction was rapidly dissipating.

If this had happened before, she would have been extremely elated, after all, it was what she had longed for in her dreams.

When the young master of the Tianjian Sect had placed the restriction on her, she had yearned for it to be lifted, to regain her freedom as soon as possible.

But as an Oiran, she was well aware that the so-called righteous and evil paths were merely those who wielded power.

As rulers, they treated people like her as if they were ants, trampling on them at will.