Time Travel: She Became a Slim Female Devil, and the Princess Was Crying

[Western Fantasy Light Comedy + Gender Dislocation Comedy + Full Level Gou Dao + Contrast Cuteness] Li Mo, a 28-year-old innocent single straight man, transformed into a full-level demon king who was surrounded by a million-strong army of the Vatican. Not only did he bear the blame for the massacre of the city, but what was even more terrible was that he turned into a female devil with a protruding front and a back, and an extremely beautiful appearance! In order to survive, Li Mo bought a run-down tavern and planned to become a low-key cook by relying on his cooking skills. Who would have known that the luminous egg fried rice made with the power of the Demon King would not only reduce the aroma and dimension, but also channel the magic power! As a result, the style of the tavern completely went off the rails. The arrogant elf princess was so greedy that she swallowed her saliva like crazy. She stayed in the store and followed the proprietress with a photo crystal every day; The arrogant paladin Elena took a bite, cried out about the taste of her mother, and voluntarily became a security guard in a tavern; Even the shadow assassins who came to poison were cured of terminal illnesses by a pot of braised pork, and were forced to kneel down to help cut vegetables and cook! What made Li Mo collapse the most was that these friends really didn't treat her as an outsider! In the dead of night, the elf princess and Elena forced her into the same bathtub to take a bath. Facing the white flowers under the water and the teasing among his girlfriends, Li Mo, who was wearing a beautiful body, tightly covered his chest, stared at the ceiling, and roared crazily in his heart: "Cut the pork into pieces and blanch them, add rock sugar and stir-fry until the color turns... Hold on! I'm a woman too! No nosebleeds!" Until the army came to the border and tried to destroy the tavern. Li Mo sighed, opened the "Book of Roots" and turned it into a kitchen knife, chopping the Pope and the throne into powder. "Don't disturb me, the braised pork is simmering in the pot!"