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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 47: Do You Believe Me? (Please Follow)_1

"..."

Silence, deathly still!

The entire room quieted down.

The princess was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning, feeling smoke rising from the top of her head.

She felt she could die right then and there.

But could she shred these things before dying, to preserve her innocence?

Fang Yang bent down to pick up "The Art of the Bedchamber," and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Wasn't this the manual he had obtained from a disciple of Chunqing Hall?

Originally treasuring it like a prized possession, he had thought it would surely allow him to conquer the princess, but he did not expect she would have it, too.

No wonder his diligent practice every day elicited no surprise from the princess. Instead, there was a sense of old-hat cooperation between them.

So...

They were studying the same manual, apprenticed to the same master.

There was simply no breaking the moves.

However...