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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 391: The Degradation of Spirit and Flesh_2

But facing these people, she was always expressionless, her pupils covered with a layer of frost, so cold, so piercing, without a trace of emotion, and without any ripple.

But that pride, since the encounter with this Demon Head, who was just like a mortal, had already vanished into thin air, replaced by deep helplessness and shame.

It seemed she could only let the Demon Head toy with her and humiliate her, without any possibility of resistance, and even the thought of resistance did not cross her mind. Deep down inside her, there was a hint of pleasure, as well as a faint sense of thrill and excitement.

Even she herself found this excitement so absurd, so wanton; it simply should not exist for her.

Just as the two of them were gazing at each other, with the atmosphere growing more and more playful, the Demon Lord's voice came rolling out from the Nether River, breaking through the prohibition and falling into the Mortal World, into the insides of the White Jade Flyer.

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