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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 344: All Heroes of the World, Slay the Demon Lord!_2

"Once you've swallowed everything up, all evidence will have vanished, I'd like to see if you can die then!"

He crawled on the ground, the smile in his eyes becoming denser as he thought about how thoroughly he had planned everything.

...

Mountains braced for a storm, winds surging with the clouds, the atmosphere was so oppressive that even though Mo Ke had plowed through the entire capital, restoring Chang'an to its previous cold and desolate state,

at this moment, on this day, it still couldn't suppress the restless vibe.

In a pavilion outside the capital.

The scenery was exquisite, and a few elders stood between the pavilions, their hearts filled with comfort as they looked out over Mount Xianglu and the multitude of living beings.

Their robes fluttering, they emitted a chilling aura, their faces bearing faint smiles, talking and laughing as if everything was under their control.

On their foreheads, leaves were continuously circulating, emitting a faint lustre.