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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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Atop Mount Xianglu, maple leaves danced freely in the air.

The ten-mile corridor was blanketed by those flame-like maple leaves, creating a breathtakingly beautiful landscape painting.

Just moments before, the Empress had been annoyed by the absurd thoughts that flitted through her mind, but the next instant, she could clearly feel a palm gently resting on her buttocks.

Scorching, burning hot.

It made her skin shudder slightly, her pupils contracted, and her normally calm phoenix eyes also revealed a hint of astonishment as she turned to look at the Demon Lord.

She realized that Fang Yang, who had been admiring the endless falling leaves, was now breathing rapidly for some reason.

His deep pupils were slightly reddened, as if blood was flowing within, crimson and terrifying.

The hot breath from his body burst forth and swirled around him before gently descending; she could clearly feel the Demon Lord's restless demeanor, his eyes fixed on her.