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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 414: Let your master instill in you with his scorching, fiery love!_2

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"Why, does the Demon Head have such great allure? All the women in the world seem to have gone blind, deceived by this Demon Head."

A cultivator, heartbroken and sighing, shook his head as if in pity for the Empress, and the other cultivators did the same, their eyes filled with sorrow.

"Isn't that the truth? The Demon Head has long been infamous, and all the women in the world are aware of her notoriety. Isn't the Empress walking right into the tiger's den? Sooner or later, she'll be devoured completely by the Demon Head."

"The Empress has always been known for her wisdom over the years. As long as there are no accidents, her name will surely go down in history. It's just a pity that now, everything is already over."

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The sounds of lament grew thicker, becoming ever more intense amidst the desolate autumn rain that carried a tinge of bone-chilling cold.