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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 58: Kill Three Birds with One Stone (Please Follow)_1

"Damn it! This must be the bite from that foxy seductress. No wonder she said she had a gift for me. So this is her 'gift.'"

The queen ground her teeth in rage.

She stared fixedly at Fang Yang's lips.

Fang Yang, too, sensed something was off and suddenly realized what it was, but before he could speak,

the queen had already walked up to him, with a sly, charming smile.

"Demon Lord, what's the matter with your lips? Let me take a good look!"

As she said this, she tiptoed closer, and Fang Yang thought she was showing concern, so he didn't mind.

But the next moment...

A fragrant breeze engulfed him.

His mouth was blocked once again.

Then came the familiar pain, the familiar taste of blood...

His lips were bitten to shreds again.

And the queen was even more ruthless than Huang Fuling, clinging onto him like a little dog, refusing to let go.

Fang Yang was initially irritated, but when he looked down, he caught sight of the queen's graceful body, her stunning profile.