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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 302: Master and Disciple Stroll Through the Streets of Chang'an!_1

On the streets of Chang'an, the rain fell in a spray.

Ye Qinghong followed Fang Yang closely behind, biting her lips tightly, her heart filled with an overwhelming bitterness, at a loss for what to do.

Right then, amidst the wind and rain, came Fang Yang's teasing voice, directly reaching her ears, causing her body to jolt, and a tuft of her black hair to ripple slightly.

Her incredibly beautiful eyes showed a flash of astonishment, disbelief.

Staring blankly at her master, she couldn't believe that these words had come from his mouth.

"What's the matter, unwilling? If you're unwilling, forget it then. It seems that my disciple doesn't hold that much affection for me after all. I must have been deluding myself."

Fang Yang shook his head, sighing helplessly.

The next moment, Ye Qinghong's eyes widened dramatically, she gripped her sword tightly in her hand, looking steadily at her master, her eyelashes flickering rapidly, her gaze becoming much brighter.