As a Cultivator, You Tell Me This Is a Magical World.

My name is Shi Qi, and my host is a psychopath. The host of other people's homes: survival, development, steady and steady. My host: Dressed like a princess, but she's live streaming and jumping off tall buildings Go on, make a grand appearance with a snap of your fingers, beat them to the point of doubting their lives in the magical girl BGM, and then end the performance with an elegant bow and release of smoke in front of the live broadcast cameras in the city. I advised her to keep a low profile. "Being low-key is an insult to the audience," she said. I advised her not to bully magical girls too hard. She said: "If you don't polish it, it won't make it. This is the education of love." I advised her to pay attention to the safety of her vest. She tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Tell me, if they find out that the villain they hate so much is the same person they have admired for ten years... Will they cry better than they do now?" I choose to shut down. Until the day when all her vests were taken off at the same time. I thought she was dead. As a result, she stood on the ruins, smiling happier than ever: "Finally... It's your turn to kill me. Come on, don't let me down."