The Fairyland's annual moral model selection was a surprise, and the winner turned out to be an undercover agent sent by the Demonic World - me.
I smiled stiffly on the podium because the jade communication slip on my waist was vibrating crazily:
Lord Demon Lord! The picture of the Immortal Emperor bathing that you secretly photographed sold out... But the Immortal Emperor has just announced that he will live in your house to inspect your character!
That night, the Immortal Emperor knocked on my door with his suitcase, half-smiling but not smiling: "Model comrade, do you mind if I learn more about your... Daily life?"
I silently clutched the photo stone in my sleeve that I had not had time to hide.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
