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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 drizzle was a hazy veil, and outside Mount Xianglu, the rain kept pouring down.

Mo Ke held a lantern in her hand, looking helplessly towards Situ Danyue ahead, waiting for her third junior sister's response, yet in her heart, she did not harbor much hope. After all, the third junior sister's personality was simply too stubborn.

Even she herself was not entirely confident she could persuade her.

As it turned out, she was not wrong, as she soon heard Situ Danyue's reply.

"Is that so? Then let me be the one to turn our master into a slave."

Slap slap!

The rain fell, obscured by the light emanating from the lantern— not a single drop touched Mo Ke's body. She furrowed her brows, her cool eyes like a flowing creek, fixated on Situ Danyue, hardly believing her own ears.

Indeed, it was worthy of her third junior sister, the most extreme case of a sickly obsession!