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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 421: Too... too many. _2

But even so, she had left far too many hidden dangers behind. The scars on her Divine Soul were densely packed, resembling a spider web.

Just as her master had said, if this continued, she would likely shatter her Divine Soul and perish within a year, without any chance of survival.

This was also the true reason why her consciousness was always somewhat twisted.

Before this, she had thought that her Divine Soul could never be healed and that she would have to endure agonizing pain for the rest of her life.

However, she could never have imagined that today, within the cramped confines of the Flying Craft, in front of her master, her Divine Soul would begin to gradually heal.

Moreover, all this seemed to be because of the scorching, intense Evil Qi that her master had just infused into her.

Could it be...

Her master had not deceived her, in her master's eyes, the bond between them was indeed one of deep master-disciple affection.