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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 384: The Demon Empress, Longing for Immortality and Love Death, The Demon Lord, Collapsed!

The atmosphere within the Flying Craft was so enchanting, so suggestive.

The cold Cold Jade Bed stretched across the whole craft, emanating a faint glow, a chill to the touch, sparkling and translucent, so magnificent to behold.

Clearly, it was a treasure, and a rare one at that, specially extracted by Fang Yang, highly precious.

Lying on the Cold Jade Bed not only accelerated the circulation of Spiritual Energy but also increased attack speed, allowing for nearly boundless stamina, continuously in motion.

Fang Yang's Formless Demon Body was already tremendously powerful, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and at that moment, he had pushed the Formless Demon Body to its limit, standing behind Qiu Yuan Dai, his hands gently supporting her soft waist.

Expressionless, his blood boiling.

The Demon Empress bit her lip, her cheeks flushed a deep red, ravishingly beautiful, almost as if blood might drip down, her eyes shimmering with a faint ripple, stunningly captivating.