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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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The Spiritual Energy was rich, condensing into droplets, and a rain began inside the Gallery of Shili, a pure rain of Spirit Energy.

Splash, splash...

The rain kept falling, nourishing all living beings, and also Qiu Yuan Dai's frail body, her languid soul.

Clearly, it was also the Demon Lord's deep love for his wife.

Just now, he had sacrificed his heart's blood and also a great many Evil Gods to break the prohibition and let one hand pass through. On one hand, he wanted to lift the beaded curtain, to see whether his wife had met with any accidents, to prevent his wife from truly getting hurt.

On the other hand, if the Madam was safe and sound, and everything was just his groundless fears, then that hand passing through wouldn't be useless; it would transform into a rain of Spirit Energy, nourishing the Madam's body, making her even more powerful, a reflection of his own love for her.

Hum, hum, hum!