What about rewards?

Feng Zaoche actually lacks enthusiasm for fighting against the Panxing Sect.

However, the desperate believers were full of enthusiasm for his transformation. Not only did they ask him to leave his contact information and address, they also promised that as long as he could get in touch with Tianyuan's consciousness, they would promote him to the position of God's messenger.

It’s not a big problem. It will take a few days to get this related to “God”.

These few days are enough for him to do other things.

Gojo Satoru has already listed out the expenses of this "operation". The most expensive item is still Tenuchi Riko's outfit, and the rest are mostly unique effects created by the combined effects of Kazehaya Toru's props and Geto Suguru's cursed spirits.

Feng Zaoche leaned over to look at the string of "0"s on the bill and counted them one by one: "Why can't there be one more rich person like me in this world?"

"You're not a rich man yet," Gojo Satoru asked without raising his head and signed the bill first.

"Who would complain about having too much money?" Feng Hayateru's money now comes from two major sources. One is the salary from performing missions as a sorcerer, and the other is various income related to comics.

You can earn a lot, but doing these two jobs at the same time is like exchanging your life for money in the physical sense.

The situation of the Panxing Sect was temporarily controlled that day. No matter what the believers were thinking, they would not make any more moves until Feng Zaoche came up with a result.

The mission has not reached its deadline yet, and for the safety of the astral plasma body, the assistant supervisors will not follow nearby - besides, so many cursers had rushed to deliver one after another before, and although it was just an appetizer for Gojo Satoru and Geto, it was too risky for the assistant supervisors.

They have great autonomy.

After discussion, the three unanimously decided to make this mission a "failure". Regardless of the process, the final result presented on the paper would be the death of Tenuchi Riko, and Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, who were responsible for carrying out this mission, failed to protect her and only succeeded in killing the enemy.

"It's obvious that she is not fit to survive in this world anymore. Otherwise, who knows what they are planning to do." Feng Zaoche was referring to the Panxing Cult, which was the most difficult organization to deal with.

Q can also be said to be a motley crowd, but most of these people have a certain status in society. This kind of people may not have a top-notch smart brain, but they must have their own stubbornness.

After helping to act out the scene of the god's descent that day, Amauchi Riko spoke much less than when they first met.

Feng Zaoche had a brief chat with her and found that she had figured out a lot of things in these few short days.

"I don't have the ability to fight. I'm too weak in this aspect. I will only hold you back. No matter how you arrange it, I will try my best to cooperate." The girl's brows were filled with lingering sorrow. "That day, I, I'm not sure."

"When I said, 'I am Tianyuan,' they looked at me. Some of them looked like they wanted to kill me, while others looked like they wanted to gain something from me."

"It is this group of people who have ill will towards the 'star plasma body'. They don't seem to believe in Tianyuan, and I can't tell how many of them are devout."

"You read that right." Kazehaya Toru nodded slightly, "I would suggest that the identity of 'Amanouchi Riko' be killed, and that you go to a new place and start over as an ordinary junior high school girl."

Starting over again means letting go of the past, which is not easy, but sometimes it also symbolizes new hope.

…

"Actually, it's not impossible to just send her away at that time." Gojo Satoru suggested with interest.

In fact, this was what they had initially planned when they first became aware of Mr. Noctua's intentions.

"When we get back, I will help you 'deal with' the clothes you are wearing. Tear what needs to be torn, and knead what needs to be kneaded." Feng Zaoche has already learned to ignore some opinions at the appropriate time.

The mission deadline has not yet passed, and before the end, except for a few parties involved, no one knows what kind of undercurrent has occurred in these few short days.

"Didn't you take out something that can mimic other things before? You used it when you were on a mission, it was quite convenient." Gojo Satoru naturally followed his words and said, "Then pretend to be injured."

If they didn't pretend, the higher-ups would probably still be suspicious about what kind of incident had occurred during the mission.

Gojo Satoru is not afraid of trouble, but the troubles that senior executives get into are often low-level, so it is better for him to just go along with Fuu Hayateru's ideas.

"That's about changing your appearance to someone else's. The principle has nothing to do with makeup." Feng Zaoche knew that he might not have explained it clearly. He took the bag on the table, took out a notebook and a pen, and quickly drew a Q-version draft for him. "The ideal effect is like this, but we may not be able to do it ourselves, so why not help each other."

"It is not a good character to question classmates, but I think if someone else were to do the makeup, the final effect would definitely be 'overdoing it and not doing it enough'," said Geto.

What he said made so much sense that Feng Zaochue couldn't find any reason to refute it.

During the trip to Okinawa, discussions like the above only accounted for a very, very small part of the trip.

For a cartoonist like Fuzaoto, who is used to staying at home until he gets mad, traveling with friends is a happy thing, but what he likes most is to show everyone what it means to be inseparable from a beach chair.

It really couldn't be blamed on him, Gojo Satoru had directly reserved this stretch of beach, and there were only three magicians from the high school, Tenuai, and Kuroi there, so it was very quiet, and it was very easy to sleep under the sun.

He yawned and just turned over comfortably when a splash of water splashed directly onto his calves.

Feng Zaoche opened his eyes and found that he was not targeted intentionally, but was affected by Gojo Satoru and Tenuchi Riko who happened to pass by.

The opened eyelids closed again.

Another splash of water, this time it went straight to his arm.

Feng Zao Che slapped the table beside him unnecessarily. There were two remaining water guns on the table, which flew up. Feng Zao Che grabbed one of them and rolled off the beach chair.

"The BOSS is going berserk, hahaha!" Gojo Satoru laughed wildly and ran away. No one knew what he and Tenuchi Riko had discussed, but the two of them together besieged him, a salted fish who didn't like to run and couldn't run away.

"Jie, come over and give me a hand!" Feng Zaoche shouted to Xia Youjie who was standing not far away and watching the three of them fooling around.

"This can be used as physical training, come on." Xia Yujie's cursed spirits are still arranged around, and he can be notified immediately if there is any movement.

The threat has now been reduced infinitely, but considering the various previous omissions, we still cannot relax.

But it was still okay to have some fun. As soon as he picked up the remaining water gun, he saw Feng Zaoche starting to mutter.

"All those who are about to fight are lined up in front, hurry up as ordered, Xia Youjie, come quickly--!"

"If you sing a few more lines, I will form an anti-Fu Hayateru front alliance with them." Xia Yujie laughed, and Fu Hayateru raised his hands in surrender.

In the week before the mission began, he was so nervous that he felt extremely tired when he relaxed a little.

After all attempts so far, there is still no sign of a spellcaster who can perform such a spell appearing.

But it seems to be gradually moving in a better direction.

"Join my team and help me defeat the Gojo Brave and Amanai Brave who are trying to challenge the majesty of the great devil Kazehatoshi. After the task is accomplished, I will give you a reward." Kazehatoshi began to draw cakes.

"What if we don't win? Even though your explosive power is fine, your physical strength..." Xia Yujie didn't buy it. He looked up and down with a worried look, the meaning of which was self-evident.

When questioned about whether his physical fitness might be even worse than that of a female junior high school student, Kaze Hayateru said: "..."

"Don't worry. Even if you don't win, you will still get the reward from the Great Devil." Feng Zaoche smiled sinisterly on purpose and strode forward.

The bait has been put out, and he knows that Geto will definitely take the bait out of curiosity.

"Then thank you so much." Xia Yujie could sense that there was something wrong in his words, but the "reward" that Feng Zaoche mentioned was probably somewhat related to his listless state, and it could even be said that it was inextricably linked to them.

Feng Zaoche called 920 and asked him to prepare in advance and switch the body of Amanouchi Riko that was exchanged earlier back to that of Geto Suguru.

Fortunately, there are many things in the system mall that can be used as "meal replacements" by purchasing low-end products. Now he only has a few dollars left, and with this task at hand, he doesn't have the time to go out and earn money every day.

It's just right. If they really fight, he won't be able to win, so he has a water fight to vent his grievances and revenge.

…

After the water fight, the winner was still unknown, but Feng Zaoche felt that there was not a single dry piece of cloth on his body.

He shook his head like a dog, shaking off the water, then fumbled in his bag to find the towel he had the foresight to buy before entering the beach.

"Where's the reward?" Xia Yujie asked him.

"It's not suitable to be viewed in broad daylight." Feng Zaoche began to take precautions. "This is something that concerns you. I think you must remain calm while viewing it."

Summer Oil: "..."

"Are you sure it's about me? If it's about me, I don't think there's anything I need to stay calm about or can't watch during the day."

"You'll know when you come to my room tonight. Promise me."

Feng Zaoche paused for a moment, "Actually, we can also call Wu over, but if you two come together, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop you even if I empty my family's coffers."

He doesn't want to go crazy. Even if he goes crazy, he won't be able to make any noise.

Today is the last day of their trip to Okinawa. Actually, they have no plan to stay here for too long. It is time to break away from this short dream.

If he could find clues about this action, he would not have planned to say it so quickly, but he actually had no idea at all, so he could only make plans early.

To be honest, he is a little anxious now, so anxious that he wants to ask questions online and ask his friends to come and see his body and comment on it, and what kind of behavior would be considered normal.

The only bit of common sense he had told him was that his account might be blocked for phishing, and he would have no way to complain because he had no way to prove that he was not phishing.