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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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Within the valley, fallen leaves fluttered about, the scenery somber and stark.

A skeletal flying chariot had come to a stop in the valley.

The entire chariot was solemn and aristocratic, radiating a faint white glow, much like jade.

It was also engraved with all kinds of strange and peculiar patterns.

There were illustrations of mountains and seas, gentle breezes with fine rain, and even statues of various bizarre Evil Gods.

One glance was enough to instill a sense of awe, as if one couldn't help but want to immediately kneel down and worship.

Hum, hum, hum!

The waters of the Forbidden River continued to tremble, raising waves upon waves.

As the skeletal flying chariot emerged, the forbidden line of the river seemed to have gone completely mad, raising tumultuous waves, and the heavy restrictions that lay before became even stronger. To imagine any more chariots flying out from within had become an impossibility.