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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 36: The Demon Chief Changed (Please Follow)_1

[The dark hall, flickering lights, obedient apprentice, suddenly ignited the flame within your heart. You recall the inner garments of the princess within your sleeve, perhaps you could use them to stuff into the other's mouth...]

"..."

Fang Yang's head was covered with black lines, and his previously tense mood had been completely disrupted by this unreliable narration.

With a flash of his figure, he flew directly in front of the throne.

Looking down at Ye Qinghong, who was prostrating on the throne.

He lifted his hand.

Slap!

Slap!

Accompanied by two crisp sounds, he fiercely struck down with his hand.

Ye Qinghong's body trembled and she lay prostrate on the throne for a long time.

After what felt like an eternity, she suddenly lifted her head, her cheeks burning red and her gaze rippling, not even daring to glance at Fang Yang.

Just as she planned to escape, a voice rang out beside her ear.

"Wait!"