He's My Fiancée ! : I Went Back To The Past and You ! - Chapter 402 - 403: Disciples’ Business-I

“Douluo: Sell Ning Rongrong mission card, she quits Shrek”

Li Haiyun traveled to the Douluo Continent and bound the system of selling mission cards to get 1 to 100 times the reward.

As long as someone buys his mission card and completes the mission, he can get one to a hundred times the mission reward!

It’s just that the content on this task card is a bit indecent?

Ning Rongrong, who was trained in the military at the beginning, was reprimanded by Shrek Friend. She ran outside to relax, and happened to meet the mission card shop that Li Haiyun was running.

Driven by curiosity, Ning Rongrong went shopping, received her mission, and upgraded the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda to the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Now it’s all right, the fugitive princess Ning Rongrong found the treasure shop, so she just didn’t go back to Shrek and continued to be humiliated.

Not only that, but she also wants to escape from Shrek with the ladies of Shrek, buy mission cards together, accept missions, and complete missions!

Zhu Zhuqing: “The black-level task is to swear to Dai Mubai’s lifelong enemy with the martial soul, rewarding the twentieth-level cultivation base, accept it!!”

Tang San: “A black-level mission hits teacher Yu Xiaogan’s ass thirty times, and rewards peerless skills!!!”

Bibi Dong: “Purity gold-level mission, give birth to a child for the shopkeeper, and reward all spirit rings with a 100,000-year lifespan!!”

…

The owner, Li Haiyun, was lying on the rocking chair and couldn’t help laughing as he watched the rewards he was constantly getting.

In the missions and rewards again and again.

Some people’s master-student relationship collapsed, and some people’s colleges were disbanded…

There are also people who find love…

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In a bizarre twist of fate, Damien, an ordinary man from our world, finds himself inexplicably transported to a medieval fantasy realm. But this is not a simple tale of displacement; Damien undergoes a profound transformation, awakening as Logan, a wolf beastman and the destined heir to the chieftainship of the wolf beastmen Tribe.As Logan, he inherits not just a new form but a complex legacy of power and ambition, underpinned by the dreams of his tribe to elevate their leader to the divine status of a wolf deity. His transformation is accompanied by the mystical Tribal Chief System, a potent force that endows him with extraordinary knowledge and abilities, elevating his potential far beyond any ordinary beastman.The story intensifies when Logan’s father, the revered chief of the beastmen Silvermane, perishes in battle. This tragedy thrusts Logan into a leadership role much sooner than anticipated. As the new chief, he must navigate a world rife with dangers—both from rival tribes jealous of the Silvermane's prosperity and darker forces that threaten the mystical balance of the realm.Logan's ascent to power is an arduous journey of personal growth and leadership. He must harness his new abilities to outmaneuver his enemies, solidify his tribe's standing, and forge crucial alliances. The Tribal Chief System guides him, offering strategies and powers that could dictate the future of his people.

A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.