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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 78: The Jealous Senior Apprentice (Please Subscribe)_1

Master Xuanming's sudden attack,

startled everyone present at the same time.

Huang Fuling's face paled, and Ye Qinghong's gaze rippled, without any hesitation, they both took a step forward.

However...

Master Xuanming was after all an expert of the Three-Leaf Dharma Body realm, far surpassing their speed.

Moreover, the attack was abrupt.

It was simply beyond their ability to resist.

In just an instant, he had already arrived in front of Fang Yang, his expression ferocious, his eyes filled with brutality.

"Demon! Go to hell!!!"

With a hysterical roar,

Crackle! Crackle!

Master Xuanming lowered his head, the giant Dharma body behind him operating at full strength, four arms made of white bones, like venomous snakes, coiled towards Fang Yang to strangle him.

It almost seemed an assured victory.

"Demon Vine Slaughter!"

His strongest cultivation technique.

The four arms, like vines entangling, were unrivaled by many under heaven.