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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 Fall of Spirit and Flesh, the Demon Empress Becomes Just Like the Demon Lord!

Above the vast sky, the Waters of Nether River continued to flow tranquilly, obscuring everything and turning the sky black.

Oppressive, surging, and profound.

It was like the deep sea, seemingly calm yet teeming with undercurrents and raging waves.

Within the Nether River, the Mountain Sea Demon Lord stood proudly, his face donning a faint smugness, appearing as if everything was under his control.

Until...

He saw the White Jade Flyer slowly open, the beaded curtain gently lifted, and amidst the mist, two figures walked out from the flying craft.

One held a paper umbrella, her figure graceful, while the other, cloaked in a black robe, was tall and upright.

Both exuded a faint aura that was extraordinary at first glance.