Chapter 242: Do Good Deeds, Ask Not of the Future

【Spirit Calamity Square】

Inside a tent situated squarely in the bustling district, yet no one cast a glance toward its location.

Seated within was a witch whose graceful figure was evident even beneath a purple robe; the large witch hat atop her head swayed occasionally, appearing quite spirited.

Lying on the sofa before her was a scholar in white robes.

His features suggested an age of around thirty.

Just as the witch, utterly bored,

the mission reward, the 'Rising Dragon Token', offered no explanation from the system—a reward of unclear purpose and vague utility.

Since this world contains supernatural phenomena yet the Alliance maintains stability, the Security Bureau's methods must extend beyond the ordinary.

At this moment, Fang Wanfang had already strode before Fang Wanli, while father and mother approached from the dormitory.

"Yes, yes." Zhao Li's heart leaped with joy; if the Holy Lord was willing to accept his gift, perhaps later he could ask for help in a promotion, and it might just work.

Lin Yueyi, who had held no good impression of Bai Wanrou to begin with, frowned upon seeing Bai Wanrou approach, and waved away her maid's hand trying to support her.

"What do you mean? Your Prince has been injured?" Bai Wanrou's heart tightened; her concern for Chen Ruzhi had become an instinctive reaction.

Since the Great God Miao Long left his token with the Miao clan, why did he not reveal the secret of the Divine Treasury to his people?

Within You Wushen's body, the Lei Ting True Qi erupted fully; a boundless, overwhelming aura surged forward, its intensity clearly reaching the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm.

Five hundred years of deceit, scheming, deception, betrayal, and human nature—Yang Mu had experienced far too much.

Young, beautiful, high IQ, strong-handed, currently serving as General Manager of Taiyi Technology, she dominated the business world with few rivals.

Sheng Nian suddenly could not discern his intent; his phone rang, he picked it up, and the caller ID displayed Qin Ning.

In this void of stars, his teleportation range seemed greatly restricted; the maximum distance per teleport was only twenty million kilometers, merely about one-tenth of that in the outside world.

Wang Debao understood this truth completely only after being thoroughly beaten by society in his previous life.

Thus, early that morning upon arriving at the workplace, Sun Hongmei heard that Liu Suping personally led the effort, requiring every worker in their workshop to donate to Wang Debao, claiming it was private aid... amounts ranging from a few cents to a few dimes, entirely voluntary.

"Put the item down and come with me." Mo Juren nodded slightly, coughed a few times, then turned and departed on his own.

The door was locked from the inside. Zhao Wei used a spare key to open it for her; upon entering, she found the bedroom door also locked. She knocked twice with no answer, so she sat on the living room sofa and waited, eventually falling asleep herself.

To protect the lower body from rice paddy leeches, farmers did not wear the short trousers typical of Han Chinese cultivation, but rather long, tight trousers with the legs tied tightly to prevent leeches from crawling inside to suck blood.

Anything about getting close to her was merely an excuse; his true purpose was simply to test her feelings, to see if she would cling to him.

On the other side, under Jiang Hao's leadership, Jiang Bo and his group had arrived at a newly constructed experimental site located in the southern suburbs of the capital.

Therefore, every move Zhang Xiu made had to be watched; Deng Hong accompanied him throughout the entire journey.

After pondering various trivial matters, he arrived outside his home, observing that the vegetable garden along the wall held very few vegetables left.

His figure suddenly dropped like Mount Tai crushing down; Jiang Bing's body, including his head, was directly stomped down into the ground.

Everyone felt a bit ashamed toward Wu Mo; it was obvious that such blatant disregard was most likely to provoke shame and anger.

However, there was one Wu Gong that Xueqiu feared greatly: whenever the master gathered his qi and spat a mouthful of saliva, it could actually injure a pigeon flying in mid-air. This puzzled Xueqiu, since even he, the mighty Lord Xueqiu, could not achieve such a feat; why could an ordinary human do it?