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

This is the first time for Mo Motang to go down the mountain.

Contrary to what the little devils expected, Mo Mo Tang not only didn't intend to show his figure, but even restricted their appearance.

The logic of this matter is very simple. If the excited little devils are all crowded at the door of the store, among other things, where should the target group of the store stand?

Just imagine that scene, it shouldn't be too catastrophic.

So the little devils want to see, yes, hide their body, and don't get in the way.

As for himself, many people on the street know him thanks to the fact that bad things from the original owner go bad quickly.

This point can be solved by covering up and changing the appearance, but Mo Motang doesn't want to.

He had a lot of weird considerations, in case someone broke through, in case Zhao Wan couldn't recognize him, in case... cough, forget it, let's forget about the previous one.

But on the other hand, if you just hide your body from a certain group of people, it doesn't matter that much.

In the end, minimize the sense of presence, look at it, never get too close, and leave the home court to today's protagonist.

As a result, the restaurants and rooftops near the shops became the main targets of the Shuangyue Zong Fangmo.

Mo Motang didn't think about where he was going, but he just wanted to go with the flow when he got there, but he was crowded into the restaurant opposite the shop by Changqing and a bunch of little devils, and then he went to the restaurant without disturbing anyone. Next, they were crowded to the private room on the third floor.

The window of this private room is facing the shop, standing in front of the window and looking down, the sight line is not very good.

Apparently, the little devils also thought the same way. The leading little devils were already crowded in front of the window, without a single gap, making the room seem a bit darker.

The movement of his group was also loud, and the little devils around the window turned their heads in an instant, and they were so neatly silent that Tang got goosebumps all over his body for no reason.

Fortunately, after the little devils realized who was coming, their eyes of all colors turned sharp immediately, and "Honorable Lord" rang out one after another.

Mo Motang forced the corners of his mouth to smile, responding to their enthusiasm.

There was another crash, and the little devil quickly dispersed to both sides, trying to leave an open space for him, but no matter how big the private room was, it couldn't stand the crowd of so many people. into a ball.

Mo Motang almost couldn't see it, so he quickly reached out his hand to stop it, and turned his head to look at Changqing, "Don't tell me that upstairs and downstairs are also the same."

Changqing immediately shook his head, "That can't be done."

Shen Motang let out a sigh of relief.

But Changqing continued: "The same goes for the roof."

Mo Motang's eyes darkened.

Chang Qing immediately laughed out loud, "It's fake, it's just here and the roof."

Mo Motang was able to breathe again.

The little devils know the pros and cons, and they also know what this shop means to Shuangyuezong, so they won't mess around.

Mo Motang was very pleased, so he left this private room to the little devil, and dragged Chang Qing to the roof.

That's right, it's the roof of this restaurant.

This place is already surrounded by little devils, not only here, the nearby roofs are densely packed with little devils from the Shuangyue Sect, so many that it seems that guardrails have been built around these roofs.

The little devil vacated a space for them, which was relatively loose compared to the density of the surrounding little devils.

As for the store directly opposite, two little demons are working together to hang a plaque. After a while, the red cloth on the plaque will be lifted by Song Bai and the demon in charge of the store.

The supervisors and atmosphere personnel arranged by Juanling Tower are already in place, and before the firecrackers are lit, some civilians who don't know why have been attracted.

It's human nature to watch the fun.

Mo Motang seemed to be absent-minded, although his eyes fell on the door of his own shop, there was nothing in his eyes.

At first, the long love thought it was his own illusion, until the red cloth of the plaque was lifted, the little devils around were cheering silently with excitement, Shen Mo Tang still remained motionless, his eyes seemed to be dead.

This is very wrong, Changqing took a step in his direction, and said softly: "My lord, what's wrong?"

Mo Mo Tang was shocked suddenly, and even his long love was frightened at the same time.

It took a long time for Mo Motang to recover, and shook his head while covering his beating heart, "No, there's nothing wrong with it, it's time to lift the cloth, look quickly."

As he said that, he hurriedly looked down, and let out a little snort.

Changqing followed his gaze and glanced over, just one glance, then looked back again, with a playful look on his face, and said, "That's right, it's already been lifted."

Mo Motang became frustrated with the naked eye, and then turned into annoyance, muttering and complaining: "It's so fast."

Changqing's fox eyes narrowed immediately, and his smile suddenly deepened, "What is the lord thinking, why is he so preoccupied?"

Mo Motang would not admit that he was distracted at such a time, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it just feels a little smooth."

It went really well, as planned, relying on the inspector and entrustment of Juanling Tower to attract passers-by, to put up plaques as planned, and to attract discussions as planned.

No one showed fear on their faces.

The content of the discussion is also mostly curiosity about the business of the store, which is abnormally normal.

Yu Guangli's long-feeling expression changed slightly, as if this was what should be done.

Shen Motang looked sideways and asked in confusion, "Do you know what?"

Chang Qing chuckled, "I thought the Lord would directly ask me what I did."

Mo Motang didn't bother to break up with him, and followed his expectation: "Then what did you do?"

Changqing raised his hand and moved a little distance away, "Take advantage of it."

Silent Tang was puzzled.

The movements in Changqing's hand changed slightly, pointing to the bustling street below, "The attention of the owner of Juanling Tower."

In other words, the source of the business name was used as a bargaining chip by Changqing.

And in this way, the group of people below probably know the origin of this shop, even if they guess, they still have a certain degree of accuracy in their hearts.

Mo Motang almost looked at Changqing with admiration.

How to put this kind of thing, no matter how many chips there are, and how easily people's hearts can be manipulated, prejudice and fear are always deeply ingrained.

It's hard to break.

Another possibility suddenly appeared in Shen Motang's mind, but only for a moment, the sound of firecrackers interrupted his thoughts, forcing him to turn his attention to today's home court again.

The sound of firecrackers was very loud, and people from the shops on the whole street came out one after another, looking in this direction, and there were also some people who were ordered or unbearably curious, and came here one after another.

The little devils are very happy, not only because this is the effect they want to achieve, but also because the sound of firecrackers makes people happy.

That's right, the little devil's happiness is as simple as that. If you let the little devils make a comparison, you may not know which one will win the favor, the shop or the firecrackers.

Well, maybe this matter is not important, but Mo Motang was also affected by their emotions, and a smile overflowed his mouth unconsciously.

But after the last cannon fire, Mo Motang only felt unspeakably lonely.

According to the process, there will be two more firecrackers next, and when the two firecrackers are over, the store manager will say a few words, and it will be time to cut the ribbon.

And when the ribbon cutting is over, the opening ceremony is over.

His invitation will also expire.

This made him very unhappy.

Or rather than being willing to reconcile, it made him feel more sad to be sure that Zhao Wan's evasive attitude towards him.

Yes, he used the invitation letter as an excuse to cover up his desire to meet Zhao Wan.

Although it seemed very clumsy, according to what Song Bai said, it would be even more unfeasible to rush directly to find Zhao Wan and tie him up.

But Mo Motang was not reconciled.

Taking his eyes away from the shop, Mo Motang silently looked around, hoping to see a familiar figure from any corner.

He did see a familiar figure, but it was not the one he expected.

Miju brought Zhu Yuansi, nodded to him from a distance to say hello, and then took Zhu Yuansi to an excellent viewing position on the side.

Not near the two of them.

Changqing was very upset, he was about to go over with a slap of his arms, and he was about to step out, but his eyes fell on Shen Motang's face.

The clear purple eyes looked wet, full of expectations and disappointments, conflicts stirred up a vortex, almost sucking the soul.

Changqing couldn't help but feel a little trembling, and immediately looked away, and looked at Shen Motang's gaze, as if there was nowhere to fall.

But in fact, it's not.

Those eyes looked at the distant horizon bit by bit, if it weren't for the many considerations, I wish I could go directly to the divine sense.

Changqing stopped, and asked with some guesswork: "Who is the Lord waiting for?"

Mo Motang blinked, and the vortex disappeared in an instant, but his eyes didn't stop wandering, he just said nonsense seriously: "I think someone will make trouble."

Even if the words are true, the heart is not necessarily true.

Changqing looked down again, and the ribbon-cutting personnel were already standing aside, the representative of Moxiu, the store manager, Song Bai, the representative of mortals, and a neutral representative of Xianxiu, who was from Juanlinglou, and seemed to be a middle-level senior.

The lineup doesn't look luxurious, but it's not bad either.

This is not what Changqing wanted to say, he glanced at everyone on the street, and those who might cause trouble had already quietly mixed in, and they were not in the distance that Shen Motang looked at.

Properly handling a certain degree of doubt will increase the credibility of the Shuangyue Sect. These are not arrangements, but the use of nearby monks during the surprise opening.

After the last two rounds of firecrackers went off, Mo Motang also looked around thoroughly, and finally turned his gaze back.

If he missed some things, he would miss them, and he couldn't help it, but for others, how could he let them miss them?

The store manager is the little devil who first went to the Juanling Building to set up a business. Whether it is giving a speech or answering people's questions, he is able to do a job with ease.

Even if those restless seeds wanted to make trouble, they were persuaded by her few words, no matter how difficult it was to mess around.

It was also very smooth.

But this result is not difficult to guess, the authentic business name of the owner of the Juanling Tower, the supervision and supervision of the Juanling Tower, and the "Fifth Guardian" who has been attacking people's hearts early on.

All favorable balances are tilted towards Shuangyuezong.

Caihua was pulled up by three people, and the little devil gave scissors, and the official opening was just around the corner.

The only difficulty was before Shen Motang's eyes, he still couldn't wait for Zhaowan.

The little hope in his heart withered little by little, Mo Mo Tang silently clenched his fists.

Isn't that just binding people?He tied!

Go as soon as it's over, if he can't be tied up, he's incompetent!

However, just when Song Bai picked up the scissors at the end.

At that moment, he heard the sound of piercing through the sky, Zhuo Jue's figure seized his sight instantly, and landed beside him, whispering with endless shame: "Sorry, I'm late."

The wind and frost came oncoming, and was completely blocked by Zhao Wan in front of him.

The heart was filled with warmth again, Shen Mo Tang couldn't look away anymore, amidst the sound of the scissors closing, she silently smiled.

"Not too late, just right."

The author has something to say:

Zhao Wan: Good Risk

Silent Tang: It's dangerous