The very next morning, the first thing Yang Qi did after getting up was to check his "spoils of war."
The rewards from vanquishing the demon, combined with his earnings from daily work over the past two days, had pushed his total contribution points past the five hundred mark.
The mosquitoes were small, but there were many of them. The accumulated contribution points were quite substantial.
"Draw!"
[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn a prize: Low-Grade Spirit Rice (five pounds)]
[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn a prize: Strengthening Pill]
[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn a prize: Vitality Nutrient Cream]
[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn a prize: Strengthening Pill]
Aside from the Vitality Nutrient Cream, the rest were all regular supplies.
Yang Qi's expression was calm.
'Keep drawing!'
[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn a prize: Beast Spirit Pill]
'Beast Spirit Pill?'
'A new pill!'
Yang Qi checked the description.
