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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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In the temple, incense smoke twisted and curled.

The atmosphere was so oppressive.

This place was originally a holy Buddhist site, solemn and awe-inspiring, but now, shrouded in a black mist, everything had become starkly different, appearing much more eerie.

Poof!

The lit incense penetrated the monk's forehead, nearly going through his brain matter.

Blood trickled down the incense, dripping with a tick-tock sound; the middle-aged monk's expression was ferocious and his face deathly pale, one could even see the burning incense sticking through his forehead.

But at this moment, he felt no fear, on the contrary, he was quite excited.

It could even be described as fanatical.

He just stared fixedly at the idol in the middle of the main hall.

The idol stood erect at the center of the hall.

Expressionless yet exuding bursts of majesty, as if some ancient being had revived, even the middle-aged monk couldn't stand it, falling to the ground with a thud, trembling all over.