Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Zhao Wan didn't let go just yet.

Mo Mo Tang had no choice but to stop poking, and directly wrapped his arms around Zhao Wan's waist, holding his hand.

While trying to suppress the hot cheeks, trying to divert Zhao Wan's attention.

"Little boy, don't you know?"

Zhao Wan responded softly, "I haven't been able to get in touch with him."

Before meeting Zhaowan, Xiaoguai first encountered long love and seeking jealousy. Needless to say, the process scared Xiaoguai's grandfather anyway.

So in the following time, Xiaoguai was placed in the room, so he couldn't meet Zhao Wan.

And in the later time, the timing of Zhao Wan's appearance in the village was also coincidental, and he never met the two men.

Mo Motang didn't know whether Zhaowan should be called lucky, but if he was really lucky, he wouldn't let him go through what happened just now.

Sighing silently, Mo Motang continued to ask: "Chang Tianzong still asks you to 'persuade' the villagers?"

Zhao Wan shook her head lightly, her hair rubbed against the side of his neck and face, a little itchy.

Mo Motang suppressed a smile, and said again: "How did Ah Wan do it? I feel that Xianzong will not give up so easily."

Zhao Wan still shook her head, said in a low voice, "He knows it's useless."

This "he" should refer to the suzerain of Chang Tianzong, that is, Zhao Wan's father.

Mo Motang's mood was a little complicated, "It seems that Ah Wan knows him very well."

Zhao Wan didn't speak.

After a long time, he suddenly said, "That's not the case."

Mo Motang unconsciously made a sound in doubt.

Zhao Wan didn't pause, "I don't know him at all."

"He just, always told me that, but never explained it to anyone else..."

In every blunt truth, there is a natural malice hidden.

As she said that, Zhao Wan's voice gradually lowered, as if she had also become suspicious.

Mo Motang took a slow breath, quietly listening to the heartbeat in his ears, and said softly: "It seems that he is an elusive person."

Zhao Wan nodded.

Shen Motang smiled lightly, but sighed from the bottom of his heart, suddenly remembered something, and said, "So Ah Wan is really just passing by here today."

Zhao Wan's body was visibly stiff, and she didn't reply.

Mo Mo Tang thoughtfully rolled Zhao Wan's shoulder with his chin, "Are there many tasks?"

"Hmm." Almost inaudible.

Mo Motang thought about it, and decided to be more troublesome, "It's not my turn to talk about your Xianzong's affairs, but, I mean it is possible, if possible, can you put the not-so-difficult tasks in the Gongde Hall , let other disciples pick it up?"

Wait, why did you seem to have slipped up a bit.

Forget it, no matter whether Zhaowan's mission was taken directly from the Suzerain or from the Hall of Merit, everything that needs to be explained can make sense.

Zhao Wan didn't speak, but he believed that Zhao Wan was just thinking.

In fact, Zhao Wan was indeed thinking.

Today, he can come here every now and then, partly because the recent missions often involve Shuangyuezong, and partly because he has worked very hard to reduce the time for other missions.

It seems that there is no problem, but in the long run, he still can't see Mo Motang often.

This is his own selfishness that he grew up a few months ago.

Mo Motang is right, he is not irreplaceable in many tasks, and even said that he is not the best.

When nothing but awe is seen looking at him, many of his tasks are meaningless.

Many old people don't need his water and firewood, they need a companion, an ordinary person or ordinary monk who can talk to them alone, but he can't do it.

In every sense, it can't be done.

It would be more appropriate to let someone else do it.

Zhao Wan closed her eyes, felt Mo Mo Tang's body temperature little by little, and said suddenly: "I will try."

Mo Mo patted him on the back.

Then, Mo Motang felt that the time was ripe, and at the same time he stopped the movement of his hands, he let go of Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan also noticed something, and immediately let go.

Shen Motang forced himself to be calm and took a step back, met Shang Zhaowan's gaze, and said cheerfully: "It seems that I can see off the guests."

Zhao Wan's thin lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but when she got to her mouth, she changed her tune temporarily: "I will do it as soon as possible."

A smile climbed to the corner of his lips, his clear purple eyes blinked, Shen Mo Tang stretched out his hand wearing a silver ring and turned it around, "Don't worry, use this contact first if you have anything to do."

Zhao Wan's eyes suddenly softened a little, and there seemed to be a slight smile on the corners of his brows and eyes, "I will."

As she said that, Zhao Wan put her hand on the hilt to take the sword, but stopped, and asked him: "After Tangtang..."

Mo Motang understood immediately, and pointed his finger back in the direction of Shuangyuezong, "It's time to get off work, I might go to build a snowman, and you can see it when you come back when you are free."

"Oh yes, don't worry about melting, I'll protect them."

The purple eyes lit up immediately, and he was overwhelmed with joy that cannot be faked, as if he couldn't wait, couldn't wait for Zhao Wan to see his masterpiece.

Zhao Wan was infected by his smile, and the corners of her lips curved slightly, "Okay."

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The people on the ground waving goodbye to him were getting smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared. Zhao Wan took a deep breath, the smile on his face gradually froze, and then returned to calm.

Walking towards the mission location for a while, Zhao Wan suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked somewhere behind her.

"Brother Changqing is on the same road as me?"

His gaze was too directional, there was nothing he could do about it, so he had to emerge from the clouds, and while approaching Zhao Wan, mercilessly pierced his euphemism.

Changqing said: "Jianzun, don't get me wrong, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here to find Jianzun."

Zhao Wan remained motionless, quietly waiting for the follow-up.

Well, it’s not a prick to poke anyone, Changqing continued: "It's just that my feet are not as strong as Sword Master, so I couldn't keep up for a while."

Zhao Wan accepted this statement, and asked again: "I don't know why Brother Changqing is looking for you?"

Chang Qing finally stood in front of Zhao Wan, carefully scrutinized Zhao Wan's expression, and still felt that she was not dazzled.

When Zhao Wan's Yujian was passing over the village, Chang Qing Ming saw the corners of his lips when Zhao Wan flashed by.

It wasn't the plausible smile that she had when she was in Shuangyuezong's study ten days ago, but a definite and clear smile.

So he followed.

Of course, it was his fault that he didn't catch up to people all at once.

Cough, don't ask him why he didn't yell, if he is too close to the Shuangyuezong, he thinks the Demon Lord can hear it.

Anyway, the indifference and inexplicable gloom once again took over Zhaowan's face.

That's right, Zhao Wan shouldn't be able to laugh when facing him.

Changqing retracted her gaze, bent her charming fox eyes, but turned her mouth and said: "Why did Sword Master leave so quickly today?"

Zhao Wan didn't answer him quickly, and used questions to answer questions, often getting such results.

Long-term love is not in a hurry, and continued to test: "Are there many tasks?"

But what Chang Qing didn't know was that his words were like touching Zhao Wan's pain point.

For no reason, Zhao Wan felt that his mood was unusually heavy, and the restless emotion called dissatisfaction tried to emerge, so Zhao Wan asked again: "I don't know what's the matter, brother long love?"

Slightly aggressive.

Changqing was a little surprised, it's not rare for Zhao Wan to have emotions, it's quite rare.

However, from this, Changqing also confirmed the correctness of his guess. Since he was already busy enough to be displeased by one or two words of his, continuing to talk nonsense would put him in danger.

Changqing would not let himself fall into such a field, and said bluntly: "Jian Zun, don't worry, I just came to ask Jian Zun a question, and it won't delay you much time."

Zhao Wan didn't look like she wanted to hear it.

But Changqing never thought of giving him a choice, and blurted out: "Jianzun, do you like our lord?"

Zhao Wan was stunned for a moment.

Changqing made all kinds of preparations, including preparations to escape.

However, instead of being angry or having other negative emotions, Zhao Wan asked with a lot of doubts: "Why do you say that?"

Changqing didn't even bother to explain. Is it really necessary to ask and explain something so obvious that only these two people can't see it?

So Changqing replied: "The time is ripe."

It's not that he thinks it out as soon as he thinks it out.

It's a pity that this is not the answer Zhao Wan wanted to hear, Zhao Wan seemed to be in a mess, "No."

I was taken aback for a long time, "?"

Zhao Wan's mind was so confused that she couldn't sort out her thoughts, so she had no choice but to put her hopes on her long-term love and said, "I mean, why do you like it? What is liking?"

The enthusiasm on Changqing's face froze for a moment, after a long while, he let out a long sigh, and after another long while, seeing that Zhao Wan really didn't seem to understand, he had no choice but to admit his fate and say:

"Is Sword Master happy to see our lord?"

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, and nodded.

"When Sword Master can't see our Lord, will he be all over his mind?"

Zhao Wan hesitated and nodded.

"Then Sword Master, will there be some impulse towards our Lord?"

Zhao Wan showed doubts.

Changqing looked around, took a few steps closer, lowered his voice and said cautiously: "Want to get closer to something, such as holding hands, kissing, %*￥..."

Zhao Wan backed away abruptly, refusing to listen to Changqing's nonsense, and said angrily, "This is blasphemy!"

A big reaction is a big reaction, but from Changqing's point of view, Zhao Wan's reaction is nothing more than a shy cover-up.

Chang Qing, who had reached the conclusion, stopped panicking and said deliberately: "Jian Master, don't be angry, these are normal, not to mention blasphemy."

"Ah, I almost forgot, our lord is still very popular. It's better for the sword lord to see his heart clearly, so as not to be preempted by others."

The long sword landed on Chang Qing's neck, Zhao Wan narrowed her eyes slightly, her gloomy anger turned into a coercive cover, forcing Chang Qing to be unable to move.

"Who dares!"

The smile on the corners of Changqing's lips deepened, and he asked like crazy: "Then Sword Master, do you dare?"

The air pressure around Zhao Wan suddenly fluctuated.

Changqing just rolled his eyes in the middle of the gap, people who are not enlightened are really scary.

But reckless, there is no reason to regret it halfway, readjusting your mentality and breathing, and continued with a long feeling: "Isn't the sword master still understanding? What really scares you is not the so-called 'blasphemy', but that person is not you. "

"Jianzun, you like him."

The coercion dissipated suddenly, Zhao Wan retracted the long sword without a word, and remained silent.

He can only admit it.

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Re-reading: People who are not enlightened are terrible

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