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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 388: The Madness of 3 Disciples, the Collapse of the World!

The faint words, so piercingly cold, drifted above Jade Lake.

The red-clothed woman had a detached expression, her brows and eyes seeming to burn with a clump of flames as she murmured softly, the image of a tall and sturdy figure emerging in her mind.

The murderous intent in her eyes thickened, desolate and icy, nearly capable of sweeping away everything in its path.

Above the gallery, a group of richly dressed youths trembled in fear, treading on thin ice, their faces filled with terror, as fearful as one could possibly be, anxiously looking towards the stunning woman in front of them.

Their bodies shook continuously, cold all over, as if the shadow of death loomed over them.

"Is this all you know? What else is there about the Blood Rain Demon Venerable?"

Her cool voice echoed in the mist, sending shivers through everyone as they exchanged looks. Some bolder ones glanced at the woman, silently speculating on her identity.

What did this mean?