After Being Transformed into Cannon Fodder, I Cured the Emotions of the Entire Fairy World

Lin Wanzhao, the Earth Medal Community Mediator, is transformed into a cannon fodder female supporting character who cannot survive more than three chapters in the novel about cultivating immortals. In the first second after traveling through time, the Demon Lord strangled his neck and threatened: "If you dare to show up again, your soul will be driven away." She looked up at the dark circles on Demon Lord's face and the peeling corners of his mouth, and blurted out professionally: "Have you been suffering from insomnia and dreaminess recently, being irritable and irritable, and secretly getting nosebleeds when your sword energy goes astray?" "This is a typical symptom of 'emotional heat stroke'. It is recommended that you make chrysanthemum tea, go to bed before midnight, and meditate for a quarter of an hour before morning classes." "Revisit the consultation in three days, remember to come." Demon Lord: "..." The system arrived late, and a line of red text popped up on the interface: [Mediating border disputes between the demon world and the fairy world. The time limit is seven days. Penalty for failure: obliteration. Lin Wanzhao understood— What came with her time travel was not the cultivation system, but the "Social Conflict Mediation System in the Cultivation World". From now on—— The aloof sword master broke up with me because "my Taoist companions never praise me" and climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to seek emotional counseling; The Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan have been fighting over "who is the ancient orthodoxy" for 30,000 years, and she was dragged to fill in the family genealogy chart; The Demon King's daily mood check-in has become a new rule in the Demon World, and performance will be deducted if the diary is not submitted; Even Tiandao knocked on her window late at night, his voice as weak as if the network cable was about to break: "Girl... I've been suffering from insomnia for more than 30,000 years... Don't you care..." Lin Wanzhao buried himself in writing the mediation record without raising his head: "Get in line. There are four hundred and thirty-seven cases ahead." "But-" She raised her head and looked at the tired face outside the window that had not been hugged for 30,000 years. "Your number, I jumped in line."