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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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With reluctance in her heart, she supported the Demon Queen and helped her onto the Flying Craft before tossing her inside.

In fact, given her character, or rather her current state of mind, she wished she could just leave the Demon Queen behind, utterly indifferent, allowing the Fiend Beasts to devour her.

But the problem was that when they had previously passed through Kyoto, the citizens had already seen the beautiful image of the Demon Queen and her traveling together. This included the literati and military officials, who knew they had come together to Mount Xianglu for a tour.

If in the end, only she returned, it would be impossible to explain.

It was possible that rumors of a mother and daughter fighting to the death had already begun to spread, an outcome that was absolutely unacceptable to her.

At this thought, she let out a cold snort, looking at the Demon Queen, who lay there in a drowsy sleep, and for some reason, a sense of smug satisfaction arose in her heart.