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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 60: Divine Finger! (Please follow) _1

"..."

Fang Yang's robes swirled.

Is he standing?

At such a dangerous moment.

It's simply...

Overcome by lust!

"Get out!"

"Get out of my Demon Lord's Pavilion!"

He waved his sleeve, unleashing a violent gust of wind that directly knocked Huang Fuling off the throne.

But Huang Fuling didn't care at all; after putting her clothes back on,

Thump! Thump!

She slapped her chest twice, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth.

In the end, she looked at Fang Yang pitifully and said in a plaintive voice,

"Huang Fuling, the eternal slave of the Demon Lord, takes her leave!"

...

Soon after Huang Fuling left, a faint fragrance of orchids still filled the Demon Lord's Pavilion.

Cold and light, refreshing to the mind and spirit.

And it kept teasing his heart, making it itch.

Fang Yang decided to give himself a cold shower, hoping to suppress these emotions forcefully.

So...

He chose to draw a lot.