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

The cuffs, which had been scorched by lightning before, had been restored to their original state, and the delicate dark embroidery glistened in the sunlight.

That's right, monks who have a little money these days don't wear vestments with various attributes added.

Looking closely at the dark embroidery, it looks familiar, but after searching through memory, I realized that it is the gate emblem of Changtianzong. No wonder I always think that the white and blue ones are good-looking, but they are a bit too bright, which does not match Zhaowan's temperament. It turns out to be the school uniform.

The Xuanyi from last time was more suitable.

Mo Motang silently looked away to look at the broken barrier behind Zhao Wan, looked back, nodded and said: "Then just wait."

Pointing to Mi Jue who stared at Zhao Wan with dark eyes, "He will take you there."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Mijiu's astonishment, turned around and was about to leave.

This kind of urgently built barrier is really not good, you still need to have a large formation to protect the mountain, which can prevent Zhao Wan from being able to prevent most of the other people.

Mo Motang made up his mind, after Zhao Wan stayed enough and left, it was time for him to start work.

As for now, he was going to take a small lunch break, drink hot tea and admire the flowers, and there was no Zhaowan within sight.

But Zhao Wan followed, "I have something to tell you, can I..."

Mo Motang suddenly stopped and turned around, speaking quickly, "Mianjue, let people prepare tea and snacks, and let Master Jian take a good rest."

Zhao Wan was stunned, but still took half a step, "I can help."

Mo Motang's "See you" stuck in his throat, he swallowed it forcefully, and choked out a sentence: "What?"

"Teaching."

Mo Motang: "?"

Zhao Wan continued: "It's hard to find a gentleman who is willing to come here, but I am willing, and I can teach."

Mo Motang almost couldn't catch his breath.

No way, are you already a model worker so that you can go up to help regardless of who you are?

Would you like me, would you?Will my little devil be willing?Are those righteous ways behind you willing?

Shen Motang took a deep breath and calmed down, showing a stiff yet polite smile, and said to Zhao Wan with a good temper: "I thank Sword Master for his kindness first, but do you know where this is?"

Zhao Wan replied solemnly, "Shuangyuezong."

Mo Motang shook his head, "Use what you said last time."

At that time, Zhao Wan bluntly said that this place was the "Demon Sect".

Mo Motang stared closely at Zhao Wan's face, there was a slight change in the deep and stern eyebrows, and he knew that Zhao Wan hadn't forgotten.

Since ancient times, there is no balance between good and evil, and if it is changed to monks, no matter how open-minded they are, they will talk about different ways and not seek each other.

There are some words that should not be exhausted, Shen Motang smiled, "As long as Sword Master doesn't hunt down and kill the monks of my sect for no reason, it will already be of great help to me."

"This deity still has affairs to deal with, so say goodbye to Sword Master first."

If the long-term love is here, you may analyze the little strengthening alienation between the changes of Shen Motang's title, and analyze Zhao Wan's unusual approach and sinking eyes.

But there is no long love here, only three thick lines based on intuition. They didn't think about the reason at all, but simply determined the nature of the matter.

For example, Mijiu thinks there is something wrong with Zhaowan.

For example, Mo Motang found it really difficult for Zhao Wan to understand.

As for Zhaowan, Zhaowan felt that he should fight for it again.

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Mo Motang didn't care about where Miju took Zhao Wan. Although he didn't rule out the possibility of Miju pulling him to a duel, he believed that Changqing would notice soon and pull him away in the past.

So Shen Motang leisurely walked on the bluestone path, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace excitedly.

Not far away, on the lawn under the shade of a tree, lay a rabbit basking in the sun with its eyes closed. It was a white rabbit except for two pinches of black at the tips of its ears.

The shade of the trees is sparse, and the spots of the sun fall on the rabbit at random. The rabbit stretches into a long strip and looks very comfortable.

Shen Motang walked over on tiptoe, his steps were already light, and the rabbit didn't notice until he got close, his ears pricked up in an instant, and he turned over and wanted to run in an instant.

Mo Motang's brain twitched, and he said quickly: "Don't run, I'll lie down next to you, and you sleep with you."

After finishing speaking, Mo Motang was dumbfounded, and the rabbit was also dumbfounded.

But at any rate, the rabbit stopped its preparations, and even relaxed and stretched its body a little.

Shen Motang assumed it agreed, and was afraid of frightening it with too much action, so he still handled it lightly.

After finally lying down, Shen Motang adjusted his posture comfortably, and couldn't help feeling that this place is really a good place.

Glancing sideways at the rabbit who was sizing him up carefully, Mo Motang smiled, "Good afternoon."

Mo Motang closed her eyes, but heard small movements coming from her ears, it didn't sound like she was far away, but rather like approaching.

He felt strange, opened his eyes and saw that there was a pair of long rabbit ears in front of him, with two small black pinches on the tips of the ears.

The sudden opening of the eyes frightened the rabbit who came to his side to watch curiously, immediately rolled into a hairy ball, pretended to be dead and closed the eyes.

Mo Motang almost laughed out loud, but his hands were itchy.

The rabbit's fur is soft and white, and it looks easy to touch. Most importantly, it doesn't seem to be as scary as he imagined.

So Mo Motang asked softly, "Can I touch you?"

The rabbit opened his eyes, his eyes were red, very cute.

Mo Motang raised an index finger, "Just one click."

The rabbit didn't even blink his eyes.

Mo Motang gently withdrew his hand, his eyes hard to hide the disappointment, but the rabbit made a move at this moment, arching his hand with his head.

Soft and warm.

Seeing the rabbit approaching him again, Mo Motang was overjoyed, and pacified it's head with a little nervousness.

Ah, what a peerless little angel this is!

And every time he finished the silent recitation in his heart and was about to take his hand away for the last time, the rabbit would open his eyes and look at him again, as if to persuade him to stay.

Mo Motang spent countless springs in his heart in an instant, and was successfully saved.

The next moment, the little angel was snatched away by a pair of gorgeously dressed hands.

"My lord, what is this for?"

Shocked by fright, Mo Motang hurriedly sat up and saw that the snatched rabbit was being held in Changqing's arms, patted on the back and softly comforted.

Male, male mother?

Shen Motang shook his head, trying to get rid of the absurd thoughts in his mind, and he stuttered, "What, what's wrong?"

Changqing was about to speak, and his dissatisfied expression almost broke through his charming and affectionate eyes, but the rabbit stretched out its front paws and pulled his clothes.

Changqing brushed off the rabbit's paw, and said softly: "Wait for me."

The rabbit refused, and the pawing was even more joyful, so Changqing had to bend his ears, nod while listening, and it took a long time to show a look of sudden understanding.

Mo Motang didn't know what they were doing, and was interrupted by Changqing when he was about to say something, so he had to get up from the ground and pat the ashes on his body.

Changqing looked embarrassed for a moment, then nodded for a moment, unwilling to put the rabbit down.

But the moment the rabbit landed on the ground, there was a bang of colored mist, and a petite little girl appeared. The little girl had a flushed face and lowered her head slightly. There was no such thing as a little white rabbit.

Silent Tang was dumbfounded.

Isn't this the little devil who climbed to the top of the wall and couldn't get down?

Changqing called her Liuliu, while Mo Motang and others called her Mo Qi.

It is his family's three protectors.

Shen Motang wished he could cover his face on the spot and get out of the crack in the ground, howling and roaring in his heart.

He said which rabbit is so humane, how can this be humane, people have already cultivated to adulthood——

Mo Motang's expression is extremely complicated at the moment, as long as he thinks of touching the head of a little girl in a shameless manner, he will feel like a beast.

It was a beast that even his subordinates didn't recognize.

Shen Motang lowered his head to look at his hands, then raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and suddenly said, "Is that right..."

"My lord." Chang Qing interrupted him.

Shen Motang responded subconsciously, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that Changqing was already smiling and squinting with fox eyes, which was very different from the usual feeling.

Mo Motang shuddered.

Changqing said: "There is nothing to be timid here, let her go first."

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Mo Yong is indeed a shy little girl, the only time she had eye contact with Shen Motang after transforming back into a human form was in a small garden where Mo Yong had already run hundreds of meters away, hiding most of her body in the garden, leaning out A head accidentally touched it while waving at him.

Shen Mo Tang also waved his hand, seeing Mo Yong running away in shock, he turned his head to look at Chang Qing, "What's the matter?"

With a smile on the corner of Changqing's mouth, he pointed to the back, which was the direction Mo Yong left, and he said: "Before the business, my lord, she can't."

"I know." Mo Motang nodded with a serious face, "Next time I will ask if it belongs to my family before I touch Furry."

Long love:? ? ?

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Changqing: Don't touch my cub! ! (Bushi