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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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Behind the Star Picking Observatory, mist woven thick as yarn.

Everything was so serene.

And within that mist, two remarkably beautiful figures submerged themselves into the lake, letting the icy waters envelop them, one as cold as the sword, the other as calm as a stream.

Though different in temperament, both were devastatingly beautiful.

What's more, neither was of simple status, one was the State Preceptor of the Great Tang, scheming over the whole world, the other was the Shocking Sword, decisive in killing.

But now, both were agitated, their faces tinged with layers of clouds and sunset hues, continuously pondering their master.

Their skin, cool as jade, trembled slightly.

Eyes flickering with brilliant colours, seemingly contemplating something.

Mo Ke, after all, was an heir of the celestial calculations, who valued inner peace above all.

Though still influenced by those inexplicably arising emotions, she was the quickest to regain her composure.