I, Sanhao Demon Cultivator, It's Normal for Me to Take Advantage of You, Right?

(No CP➕Pure sand sculpture) As a well-organized Meng Jijing, Ji Mi has always felt that he is kind. She, the senior sister of Qingyun Sect Jianfeng, is a three-good demon cultivator who does not eat people or cause trouble, and practices peacefully. However, there are always people who feel that she is not of my race and must have a different heart, and want her to be the wronged one. What! Let her go to fend off the catastrophe and be the culprit? Ji Mi: If you form the elixir first and lead me to form the elixir later, then won't it be great if I become a deity? What! The geniuses of Yunti Palace said that she came from the countryside and could not enter the elegant hall, and was destined to be a stepping stone? Ji Mi: The heroes in this world are really like the crucian carp crossing the river. Oh, I mean everyone here is just a bastard. What! Are you saying that I only have numerical values ​​and no mechanism? Ji Mi: I'll put you to sleep with one punch. This is called my hypnotic rule. What... What does it mean that the third junior brother has become the third junior sister, and the mad warrior senior sister from the sword hut next door said to Ji Mi "I am interested in you" in public? Ji Mi: Difficult to understand. I feel like we are a bit ambiguous. Do you have any clues? And the painting style of Qingyun Sect Jianfeng... Is like this: Master (who looks cold and cold, but is actually afraid of cats, dogs, rabbits, and everything plush): I feel like I have been living in the shadow of one person. Second Junior Brother (who has bad luck and feels that he is always good at tricks): I feel this is very sacred. Third Junior Brother (Green Tea Essence, who is mad at Ji Mi every day): I think you are very nervous. Senior Sister, look at him and say something. Ji Mi had no expression on his face: How could he have any pressure on his own? Master came so quickly, so Master, have you broken through the realm today? Master shed a river of tears: It's broken, it's broken