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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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The snow was still falling.

Inside the cave, Fang Yang had long since lost his sanity.

His eyes were bloodshot, the pupils filled with streaks of crimson.

He held Ye Qinghong tightly in his embrace.

As for Ye Qinghong, her eyes were hollow, those once chilly depths now void of any light.

She was like a piece of exquisite porcelain, strikingly beautiful.

And Fang Yang was about to shatter that porcelain.

The snow was getting heavier, and in that cramped cave, the teacher and disciple were huddled together, as Fang Yang was on the verge of merging Ye Qinghong into his own body.

At that moment...

A frail figure emerged from the midst of the wind and snow.

Her face pale, her almond-shaped face carried hints of sorrow, and those peach-blossom eyes that appeared to contain thousands of blooming flowers gazed melancholically at the scene inside the cave.

With two coughs, the fresh blood at the corner of her mouth was so startling.

"Just as I thought..."