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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 73: You Don't Understand the Sword! (Please Follow)_1

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A casual remark,

Yet it exploded like thunder in Ye Qinghong's heart.

She was stunned for a moment, her cool cheeks pausing momentarily.

The Sword Qi surrounding her body began to slowly fade away.

Her eyes, veiled in a mist, began to brim with deep confusion.

Master is coming?

What does this mean?

Could it be that the Demon Lord, fearing she was not his match, planned to take action personally?

But... it shouldn't be like this.

That wasn't the Demon Lord's character at all.

How could someone who had treated her as a puppet from the beginning, suddenly feel pity for her?

Moreover, if he didn't intend for her to fight, why would the Demon Lord have her join the expedition?

Ye Qinghong stood silently in place, her mind a whirl of confusion, unable to grasp what was happening.

It was just that... the pair of large hands atop her head were truly warm, as if sweeping away all her agitation and worry.

[Affection points +1]