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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 44: Always the Queen (Please Follow!)_1

"Protector Wang, I have said it before, Fuling will absolutely not agree. I have been husband and wife with her for six years and understand her very well. Over these years, she has seldom been in contact with the Demon Lord, precisely because of her aversion to him, and moreover, we have feelings for each other..."

Yuan Heng rambled on, looking as if he had everything under control, yet he failed to notice that the gaze of the woman in the black robe had turned increasingly strange, even mixed with a bit of sympathy.

In the end...

Whiz whiz whiz!

Three pebbles landed in his hand.

"See for yourself."

The woman in the black robe spoke in a cold voice.

"What's there to see? Isn't the result already pre—" Yuan Heng's words were cut off as he abruptly froze, staring dumbly at the pebbles in his hand.

Three pebbles.

Two of them were marked with a single line, representing agreement.

One was marked with two lines, representing disagreement.

The one with two lines was his own.