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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...

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Misty, empty, wandering, bewildered...

At this moment, right here in the Gallery of Shili, inside the White Jade Flyer, Qiu Yuan Dai's gaze was filled with bewilderment, her entire being immersed in the fog.

Her Divine Soul had become quite weak, and deep within those eyes, infinite springs of emotions rippled, her mind a complete blank.

Too, too crazy.

Indeed, she was assisting the Demon Head in resolving his Evil Qi, but she had never anticipated that the Demon Head would choose this moment to let the surging Evil Qi envelope everything around them.

It was beyond her imagination.

She now felt as if she were in a dream, helplessly sprawled in the omnipresent fog.

Once again, the Demon Head had his way.

And in front of her own husband no less.

Although at this moment, she felt extremely bashful, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, she couldn't deny the sense of pleasure, the thrill that kept tearing at her heart, unforgettable.

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