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

After all, Mo Motang exerted some strength. After being photographed, the black mist rolled twice to relieve the force. A carp stood up...

Did not stand up.

Hei Wu was another carp to stand up, but still didn't stand up, and got up from the ground resignedly.

Pulling to the side of the teleportation circle just now, Mo Zun also erased the magic circle. Before erasing, he also drew a flawless teleportation circle on the back of his poem.

It can be seen that she still cares about him...

Hei Wu turned the paper over to the side of the poem, sat on the edge and looked at it for a while, stretched out his hind paws and scratched his ears, but still couldn't figure out why the Demon Lord didn't like it.

Obviously well written.

When he handed in his homework to Changqing, Changqing praised him for his good writing.

Rolling up the paper and putting it away, Hei Wu decided to give it again next time, he didn't believe that the demon would not like it.

Turning his head and looking aside, what tripped him just now was the scroll sent by the Demon Venerable. After being photographed by the Demon Venerable, he bumped into it again. Now it is no longer crooked and crooked, and it would almost fall under the table.

Black Mist stretched out its claws to hook it back and rearrange it, then jumped off the table from the other side and walked out.

-

Mo Mo Tang rested for three days in a row, and Changqing came to knock on the door several times. Mo Mo Tang always knocked on the door to indicate that he was living well, but he would not open it for him.

Facts have proved that long-term love is really nothing important. Don't look at him knocking on the door diligently. If something really happened, it would never be what it is now.

Not only did Mo Mo Haw say nothing in front of the door, but he also didn't send him a summons talisman.

In the end, Mo Motang still understood the idea of ​​long love, it was boring, and wanted to come here to have fun.

Mo Motang quietly took out a fairy fruit from the mustard seeds, and slowly gnawed at Changqing's knock on the door. When he gnawed the fairy fruit clean, Changqing gave up and left.

Hei Mist came once in the tail of the third day, and he used the teleportation circle a few days ago. Fortunately, Hei Mist's current body is a magic weapon, otherwise it really wouldn't be possible to use it through this small-scale teleportation. The magic circle came over.

It's okay to come here, just practice according to the magic circle he drew. According to Heiwu, it was passed to Mo Qie first. Seeing that it was successful, he passed it on to him to have a look.

Shen Motang looked at his hairy head full of pride, only saw that the hair on the top of his head to the neck was much thinner, and he thought that he did not practice less, and he also failed in practice.

But after all, he is a ruthless person, or a ruthless leopard, Mo Motang sighed, couldn't hold back and rubbed it with his hands twice, it still felt good.

By the way, use the magic weapon to plant hair on Hei Mist.

As for the fourth day, Shen Mo Tang didn't think about going to work, but when he turned over in the middle of the morning, he suddenly pressed the silver bell on the back of his head, which made him wake up on the spot.

If I knew this earlier, I would have to move more to pick them off last night.

So under such karma, Mo Motang still got up and prepared to go to the study.

It was snowing again today, and large flakes of snow fell on him, Shen Mo Tang breathed out a breath of white air, watched the white air disappear, and happily walked out, without thinking of blocking it.

When he walked to the study room, a thin layer of snowflakes had accumulated on his outer robe, and he shook it off with a rustle, and then put it in the mustard seeds.

As the seasons changed, Shen Motang also changed his clothes, either the collar or the cuffs, or even the belt, where there was a little fluff, which looked much thicker.

Mo Motang raised his hand to wipe off the wetness from the snowflakes on his head, and then walked towards the desk.

There were several new sheets of paper on the low table as usual, Mo Mo Tang picked them up and quickly swept them away.

After all, many things are approaching the critical point, and the reports from various parts of the Shuangyue Sect have been much more diligent recently.

Well, his sudden vacation was also the reason.

The first few reports were all daily reports, nothing unusual, they looked the same, until he saw the last one, there were some differences.

This report came from Houshan, and it was not combined with the report recorded by Shuangyuezong daily. It was sent by the little devil in charge of a certain ranch.

【My lord, there are monsters screaming near the pasture, and the chickens and ducks are frightened. They haven’t laid eggs recently, and I can’t give them to the village for the time being. I told Ye Li to use his milk instead. 】

Mo Motang nodded in approval, whether it is eggs or milk, it is just for the villagers to supplement some nutrition, it doesn't matter which one is replaced.

After all, it is winter. Compared with these supplementary foods, firewood cotton clothes are the key points.

In terms of firewood, the unusable wood in the abandoned village and the leftovers from rebuilding the village are enough to last for a while. The cotton clothes and food are purchased from outside by Changqing, and the farm and pasture of Shuangyuezong make some supplements.

In short, we have to survive this winter first, and when spring comes, it's time to hunt and hunt, and it's time to plant mulberry trees. The Shuangyue Sect will no longer help them like this.

At least not so much.

Turning his attention to the report in his hand, the little devil in the record of the beast movement didn't mention it, and he didn't know if the situation was serious or not.

Mo Motang sent a message to the two guardians who lived in the back mountain, asking them to pay attention and eliminate any abnormalities in time.

Turning over the table and under the table again, to make sure there was nothing left behind, Mo Mo Tang turned and went underground.

-

Time moved forward steadily, and soon entered the twelfth lunar month.

On the day before December, Mo Motang finally delivered the goods smoothly, and Linglou conducted the final inspection and acceptance of the magic weapon named "Bitian", which can be regarded as an end to his worries.

The shop of Shuangyuezong will open on the second day of the new year. It may be caused by nervousness, and Shuangyuezong is inexplicably empty today.

Many little devils ran to the back of the mountain, and then ran down the mountain with the person in charge of the shop.

This is really not good news, but fortunately, there is nothing timid about going with them.

Mo Qi is good at illusions, so it shouldn't be difficult to hide this mighty entourage.

The difficult question becomes whether Mo Qie will feel comfortable in such a team.

Mo Motang sighed, followed by a voice from the side: "Are you worried, baby?"

Mo Motang paused for a moment, looked sideways at Song Bai who was walking beside him, and slowly shook his head, "I trust them."

Song Bai originally wanted to persuade Shen Motang to go and have a look if he was worried, but now he only felt that he was too worried, so he raised his hand and stroked his beard, "Yes, they will take care of it."

Mo Motang nodded in approval, then smiled a little, and continued to reach out and try to help.

Song Bai refused again, and only said: "There is no ice or snow on the road, are you still afraid that I will fall?"

To be honest, Mo Motang was really scared.

Song Bai slipped and fell in his yard two days ago, and he fell ill on the spot and made a big fuss, which lasted until late at night.

The process of finally waking up was also very bizarre. After Song Bai pretended to be asleep, he ran into the yard again and slipped and fell while the little devil guarding him was not paying attention.

I still skied and slipped by myself.

But this fall, Song Bai regained consciousness from the fall.

At the same time, he fell unconscious.

Fortunately, the little devil found out in time and hurriedly dragged him into the house, but when he fully woke up the next day, Song Bai also completely forgot about this matter from beginning to end.

I don't even remember falling.

It can only be said that fortunately he gave Song Bai the magic weapon for body protection earlier, and it didn't hurt anyone at all, otherwise, after such a toss, I'm afraid everyone would die.

Mo Motang made a fool of himself, and had no intention of bringing up this matter for Song Bai to recall.

Mainly, memories are useless, it's better to prevent Song Bai from falling down again.

Mo Motang did indeed do the same. After knowing that Song Bai fell for the second time, he remotely changed the function of Song Bai's body armor on the spot and added an anti-fall function.

But this can't change the fact that Mo Motang wants to help Song Bai when he sees him.

Song Bai sighed and shook his head, "You might as well worry about Zhao Wa'er, what's going on with him recently?"

Mo Motang knew what Song Bai was referring to, since they met in the village that day, Zhao Wan seemed to be avoiding him.

If he hadn't told him affectionately, he would not have known that Zhao Wan would appear in that village every day during this period of time.

But only in that village.

Zhaowan sent Xiao Guai some medicine for treatment, filled the old people with water, and even brushed the hair of Aunt Guo's old scalper, but she didn't tell him that she was coming.

Obviously it wasn't like this before.

When he asked Changqing about Zhaowan's situation, Changqing looked very disappointed, shook his head and sighed, but didn't answer.

This looks very blurry.

But Mo Motang still chose Changqing to make trouble between Zhaowan's physical problems and Changqing's deliberate troublemaking.

Then what happened next proved his thinking even more, Changqing stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, telling him, "My lord, it's up to you."

He didn't know what Changqing was trying to say, so he patted off Changqing's paw and closed the gate of the yard.

So in the end, he still didn't know what happened to Zhao Wan.

But the anomaly, Chang Qing was not the only one who saw it, many little devils including Song Bai saw it.

This made him a little uncomfortable.

So he shook his head, and his tone was a little aggressive for no reason, "If he doesn't tell me, I won't know."

Song Bai looked at him for a moment, as if he was scrutinizing his expression carefully. After a while, Song Bai suddenly said: "I think the baby already has the answer."

Mo Motang smiled wryly, but still shook his head and said, "The old man thinks highly of me."

Song Bai didn't continue, turned his eyes to the setting sun, and said with emotion: "Time is really fast."

Mo Motang didn't know what Song Bai meant, so he nodded slowly.

Song Bai turned his gaze back again, "Tomorrow's opening ribbon cutting, do you really want me to come?"

Mo Motang nodded, no matter how much he put his thoughts into it, in the end, there was only one reason, "You are worth it."

Song Bai smiled and lowered his head, "I'm taking credit for this."

Mo Motang felt connoted.

Song Bai didn't think much about it, he stopped and turned around, "I'll go back first, see you tomorrow, baby."

Mo Motang also turned around, wanting to send him back, but Song Bai refused flatly, and said bluntly: "Don't be angry about the baby, and the devil is not reasonable, grab him and ask him."

Then, without waiting for his reaction, Song Bai waved to the evergreen bushes on the side, and the little devil who was hiding inside immediately jumped out, shook the white snow from Kazuki, and followed Song Bai's wishes to help him up , waved goodbye to Shen Tang.

Mo Motang pouted, completely confused.

He walked slowly back to his yard, flung himself into the small couch, his breathing gradually lowered, as if he had fallen asleep.

However, at this moment, Mo Motang's fingertips moved slightly, and a messenger talisman was instantly pressed between the fingers.

Mo Motang turned his head slightly, exposed his eyes, and stared at the messenger talisman.

After a while, Shen Motang raised his breath and wrote the content on the communication talisman.

This is an invitation.

The recipient is Zhaowan.