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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 361: Getting the Husband Drunk, Harshly Implementing Punishment Right in Front of Him!

Fang Yang's voice was indifferent as he calmly sat beside the stone table, a faint smile still gracing his face, appearing utterly unmoved, yet inwardly he was indeed somewhat surprised.

He knew that the madam Wen Chanyi had brought along was quite prestigious, but he had not expected her to be so exalted,

The Mountain Sea Demon Queen!

Just the name suggested a ruler of a forbidden land.

If he could make her kneel before him, perform oral skills for him, and then release some Evil Qi over that stunningly beautiful face, it would certainly be quite interesting.

He firmly believed in a saying, "Mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself."

Moreover, whether in his past life or this one, he had seen countless women; he was truly no stranger to them.

Which woman was lonely, which was joyful, which was sorrowful, which was empty...

He could tell at a glance, and he was incredibly accurate, with not even a hint of falsehood.