Apocalyptic Space: the Heroine Is the Chosen Daughter

Yan Qing always felt that it was outrageous that the beauty mark at the end of her eye was a portable space. But she never expected that there would be something even more outrageous, just after a short sleep. Her orange seat opens its mouth to fire balls and wields its claws with wind blades. Her Labrador raised the ice pick and put down the lightning bolt. Outside her window, a weeping willow stretched out its branches and came in to say hello. Yan Qing: "..." Her house is on the twenty-eighth floor. When did the willow tree grow so tall? No, no, no, why can she understand what they are saying? Help