Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

"Just smile, success and fame are not the goal~"

Mu Nujiao was about to send Bai Mo back to his room when his cell phone that he had put aside rang with an incoming call.

She felt that the singing sounded a bit familiar, as if Bai Mo had sung it himself.

The screen lit up and Lingling was displayed on it.

The familiar ringtone woke up the person on his lap. Bai Mo opened his eyes and saw two larger and closer round figures first, and then Mu Nujiao's face.

He blinked, his eyes extremely pure.

He stretched out his hand and the phone flew into his hand. He looked at the caller and clicked to connect.

"Lingling, what's the matter?"

"The hunting station has received a strange mission, and I want to discuss it with you."

"A strange mission?" Bai Mo's attention was not focused on this, his head was lying firmly on his lap, his eyes were focused.

"You'll know when you get here."

"Ok."

The brush suddenly straightened up and did not start. Being held down.

Mu Nujiao glanced at him lightly, leaned her body slightly forward on the sofa, and then let go of her hands that were holding him down.

"Okay, get up."

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Bai Mo straightened up with regret on his face.

"I go out for a while."

"Yeah." Mu Nujiao pursed her lips and tried not to look at his head for a long time.

Bai Mo didn't feel anything unusual. A bright silver constellation fell, and he appeared outside in an instant.

The fifth-level wind track surged out, and the white ink completely turned into a pale white wind, and followed the wind to the Qingtian Hunting Center.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Lingling sitting behind the bar and Old Man Bao, who was leaning on one side.

When the two of them saw Bai Mo coming in, their expressions were quite strange. Old Man Bao was lucky, he had a lot of age records to maintain his image, and he also had a lot of knowledge.

Although I don't quite understand Bai Mo's two braids, but if you look closely, it's quite unique.

Lingling pursed her lips and said nothing, looking at Bai Mo's head with increasingly strange eyes. She had never had such a small tie when she was a child.

Bai Mo felt that this scene seemed familiar, so he tilted his head in confusion.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"

It's good that he doesn't tilt his head. This tilt of his head, even though the hairstyle is very weird, coupled with a delicate and beautiful face, gives Lingling a silly and cute feeling.

So she couldn't help laughing anymore, Lingling picked up her phone and quickly took a photo without waiting for him to ask.

Bai Mo, who noticed something was wrong, took out a mirror from the space, and when he saw a symmetrical braid on the top of his head, it was like a bull's horn.

He was silent, his expression returned to calm after a period of changes, and he immediately recalled the effect of the fifth-level wind track.

The body blends into the wind and walks with the wind. After confirming that it had transformed into wind and that its form would not be seen at all, he began to look at the hunting place again.

Very good, except Lingling and Old Man Bao, there is no one else.

Old Man Bao and Lingling are not idiots and will not publicize this matter. Even if Jiaojiao, the instigator, keeps the picture, he will most likely enjoy it alone.

This is not called social death, it is just showing another side of yourself to those close to you.

Anyway, after he took a second to forget about it, the uncomfortable feeling completely disappeared.

Bai Mo took off the two hair rings with a calm expression, put them on his wrists, and then walked to the bar. He did not ask Lingling to delete the photos. That was his first sentence.

"A glass of iced Coke."

"It's actually quite pretty."

"Huh? What are you talking about? You are smiling so happily." Bai Mo's face was full of confusion.

"Just pretend."

Lingling restrained the wild smile on her face, turned around, poured a glass of iced Coke and handed it to him. At the same time, she placed a power of attorney in front of him.

On the way here, Bai Mo had already figured out what the strange commission Lingling said was, and now that he looked at it again, he was even more sure.

He took a cursory glance and saw Lingling drinking Coke from the corner of his eye.

So he said, "Children should not drink this. It has no nutrition and will make them fat."

"You're not my brother-in-law yet, so stop talking nonsense. What do you think of this commission?" Lingling rolled her eyes.

Bai Mo reached out and pushed the power of attorney towards him, took a sip of water, and then said, "What could be the situation? This kid is being targeted."

"I'm the same age as you, but you still have this kid." Lingling was speechless, "Who is targeting you?"

"Black Church, what do you think?"

"I also think it's them. Mo Fan is the last custodian of the Earthly Holy Spring. The Earthly Holy Spring disappeared after being given to him. No matter what the reason, the Black Holy See will feel that the Earthly Holy Spring is on him."

Lingling expressed her agreement and asked: "So, what do you think of this commission?"

"Tell Mo Fan and let him make his own decision."

Bai Mo took out his phone and looked at another task he had recently accepted.

Clear out the Black Vatican, the magical capital.

The magic city is very big, and there are not a few blue-clad Black Vaticans hiding here, even if they are just under Salan, there are four or five.

The Spark Judgment Network has already found many traces of the Black Holy See in the Demon City, and now they are just short of catching them, so they have this mission.

However, the mission start time has not yet arrived, so the information such as the name and location of the arrester that will be provided later has not been sent to the person who accepted the mission.

This is a multi-person independent mission. There are many people who can accept the mission, but every member of the Black Church who is arranged to exterminate is arranged by the system.

Now, the task has changed, and the waiting to start prompt has changed to about to start.

Bai Mo thinks that the trial will use Mo Fan as bait to fish out Lan Yi, and the plan to clear out the Black Church may be a cover. The real power behind the scenes is the Spark Judgment Network, which uses a two-pronged approach to eradicate the Black Church.

Lingling glanced at Bai Mo and called Mo Fan.

Soon he was seen arriving, and in a few words he figured out the whole story. As expected, he planned to protect himself.

And asked Bai Mo to protect Ye Xinxia.

"Bai Mo is not good at protecting people. I will arrange this matter for Dasheng. He is professional."

Before Bai Mo refused, he heard what Old Man Bao said.

"I said Bai Mo, how about you protect me?"

Nodding slightly, Mo Fan looked at Bai Mo and said with a smile.

"I have other things to do. The Trial Council has noticed that the Black Vatican will take action against you and has taken action. No one who is too powerful should appear around you."

"No? So you say I'm a bait!?"

"What do you think, hurry up and improve your strength. I guess they will take action during the main campus assessment. The school will be chaotic at that time."

Bai Mo glanced at him and reminded him, "There are also some students in Bo City who have entered the Pearl Academy. The Black Church may not attack you directly. You'd better give some reminders. Even if you are afraid, it is better than being unprepared."

When Mo Fan heard this, his face became serious and he nodded heavily, "I understand!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, going back to school, intending to improve his strength.

In the evening of the next day, Bai Mo, who was chatting with Ding Yumian over a long distance using the audio system, heard Ai Tutu shouting in the originally quiet room.

"I'll go, someone in our Qing Campus almost died, and I heard it was that Mo Fan who did it!"

"Tutu, it's time to practice and stop caring about these gossips."

"Hehe, Sister Mu, how did you feel yesterday?"

"What does it feel like?"

"I've seen the feeling of being pillowed. The hair ring is still in Bai Mo's hand."

"You have cultivated, so don't talk about these things."

"No, it's so tiring to meditate straight up. I want to lie down. Hey, Sister Mu, yours seems to be a little bigger."

Bai Mo silently took back the sound probe. It would be inappropriate to listen to it again.

Bai family manor.

Ignoring the secret observations of the Bai family head and his mother, Bai Mo took Ding Yumian to the edge of the hollow willow.

Behind them is a two-meter-tall Shenjun Bai Ze.

With Bai Mo taking them, the field of hollow willows easily let them in.

"You haven't seen a hollow willow, right?" Bai Mo quietly watched the two totem beasts interact.

"My first time here."

The rustling willow branches moved automatically in the absence of wind, and scattered sounds continued as they floated, seeming to be telling Bai Ze something.

"Yo!"

Bai Ze let out a soft cry, and his body suddenly lit up with a mysterious crystal light. The light fell on the hollow willow and connected to Ding Yumian's totem device.

Then the totem hanging around Ding Yumian's neck suddenly flew up and suddenly turned into a slowly unfolding scroll.

The scroll has a light white gold color, and the surrounding clouds are misty, making it look mysterious and extraordinary.

When Bai Mo and Ding Yumian's eyes fell on the scroll, they saw the shadow of a willow tree projected on it.

When the perspective changes, you can see that in the blur of light and shadow, the originally ordinary willow tree suddenly turned into ten thousand meters. It is towering, swallowing up mountains and rivers, like an unshakable pillar supporting the sky, with willow branches hanging down like the Milky Way in the sky.

The perspective changed again, and beyond the giant trees, a tsunami covered the sky.

Countless willow branches spread and dance in the air, and endless weird and huge demons are penetrated.

Before the two of them could take a closer look, they saw a flash of light from the scroll, which turned into a pendant again and landed on Ding Yumian.

At the same time, the totem light on Bai Ze and Hollow Willow suddenly disappeared.

Bai Mo didn't notice any changes in the hollow willow, but Bai Ze's aura floated, and he seemed to have gained something.

"What was that just now?" Bai Mo looked at Ding Yumian.

"The totem device's new ability is the Bai Ze Beast Picture." Ding Yumian closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, and then said, "It now has an ability that can reproduce the scenes of some living beings before they died."

"The scene before death!" Bai Mo's pupils shrank, recalling the giant tree 10,000 meters high, the momentum that covered the world, and the waves that covered the sky.

"Yes!" Ding Yumian nodded heavily and glanced at him, she knew what he was thinking. She was also shocked as to what kind of disaster had destroyed this powerful totem.

Bai Mo calmed down quickly. After Bai Ze saw the hollow willow, Zhuang Xingyan, who was observing in secret, immediately appeared and invited Ding Yumian to stay for dinner.

The rice was cooked by the family chef. It seemed that a lovely elder who loved cooking was very self-aware of his own cooking skills.

There was something wrong with just saying that these were all things she did. Seeing that she was his mother, Bai Mo said nothing.

The meal was very satisfying, and the two returned to the yard in the afternoon.

Having just obtained a new system, Ding Yumian needs to concentrate on practicing for a period of time.