I Work as a Killer in the Cyber World, and I Get Food and Shelter.

[RomancePlotMicro-group portraitsThe heroine's perspectiveRedemptionGrowth directionThere are burning points, cool points, knives, sugar, and the heroine's cold jokes] "Encountering an infinite monster spawner on the road? Try cutting it with a knife first." "Walked into an illusion? Try cutting with a knife first." "Facing the super invincible BOSS... Try cutting it with a knife? " This is a futuristic city that is imaginary, light on cyberspace, and combines various mysterious elements such as Western fantasy and Eastern fantasy. The lady in front of her, carrying a pair of knives and squatting on the ground chewing a duck's neck, is the heroine of this work - a brainless killer who smokes, drinks and perms her hair (?). (Note: There are not many descriptions of smoking. This setting is only because the author has a plate of vinegar and wants to make dumplings) Refuses to fight wits, lies down (not completely) when trouble comes to an end, is mournful, and wears many hats as both the protagonist and the complainer. The writing style of this book is light, sometimes a little two-dimensional and passionate, sometimes a little light comedy and nonsensical. There is a knife. The settings may be a bit wild, so please forgive me if there are any logic bugs. It's a pity that I don't understand the author's cold humor (?) Full text archive. The following is the demining (probably): This book is from a first-person perspective, with the female protagonist as the absolute protagonist and her profession as a killer. But the heroine is not a "villain", and this book is not a "big heroine" either. There are cp and micro group portraits. The female protagonist and the male protagonist are tightly bound, but the author does not mind any cb direction (bl is prohibited) If you feel uncomfortable with the situation, please try not to spray. You can exit directly. If you must spray, please spray lightly. The author has a glassy heart. If he is sad, he will fight with his neck against the rafters (fake