Qingluan in the Legend of Nuwa Just Wants to Lie Down Today

Qingluan, the chief (and only) herb collector in Qingshi Town at the foot of Shushan Mountain. Ideal in life: Save enough two hundred coppers to buy an iron sword, and go to Uncle Zhao's blacksmith shop in the town. The credit has reached the point where people lock the door when they see her. Until one day, when she was collecting medicine, she picked up a nine-tailed fox. The fox turned into a little girl, and the little girl said, "I am a monster." Before Qingluan had finished digesting it, the Demon Locking Tower cracked, and a green light penetrated into her forehead. A woman in white said in her dream: You are a descendant of Nuwa, and you will not live to be twenty years old. Qingluan: "... I really should read the almanac when I go out today." The good news is: She's not alone in her misfortune. The protagonists gathered quickly - a young master from the demon world who was so narcissistic that he could look into a puddle for a long time, a serious disciple of Shushan who was teased almost crazy by him, a Miao witch who only knew how to make pots, an old monster senior who was old enough to be her great-grandfather but couldn't even remember his own name, and a half-rat businessman who wanted to sell her for money. This gang of people got together, and everything they messed up was earth-shattering. They demolished more towers than they built. They relied on talking and luck to grab the spirit beads. The only thing they had a tacit understanding of was their running speed. Laughing means laughing, making trouble means making trouble—— When the last descendant of Nuwa pressed five spiritual beads into her heart, when a gap opened in the sky that swallowed all living beings, when the person who was always laughing finally cried - That little girl who couldn't even afford an iron sword, what was she risking her life to protect?