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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 346: Let the Demon Queen Sin before Her Husband?_2

It was a nobility of the soul, a nobility of the bloodline, as if destined to hold oneself high above all, grasping the reins of power.

Even the black-robed monk, always brimming with ambition, who dared to scheme against the elders of the Incense Sect, and even dared to encroach upon the offerings of the Evil God, found himself holding his breath and maintaining rapt attention in front of the Empress. He dared not even breathe too loudly, trembling as if on thin ice, waiting for the Empress's commands.

And at this moment...

Rustle!

Rustle!

The faint sound of footsteps rose, and Qiu Yuan Dai lifted her head. The chilling autumn wind blew, lifting her black hair and adding to the distinguished air around her eyes and brows.