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

A tail appeared in front of Mo Motang, a very fluffy red fox tail.

His eyes were attracted unconsciously, and he followed Changqing's controlled sway back and forth, and pressed the hand he wanted to touch several times with extreme restraint.

He sighed affectionately, and before he could express his thoughts, he heard Shen Shentang's excited tone and asked, "Is this true?"

The little stars in Mo Motang's eyes overflowed his eye sockets, and they hit Chang Qing's head bang bang bang, Chang Qing resisted the urge to retreat, and quickly put his tail away.

"fake."

Mo Motang was a little disappointed with his naked eyes, the little stars hanging high in his eyes instantly fell back to the ground and scattered into the pool water, and when he covered his eyes, they were never seen again.

It seems to be accepted quite quickly.

Changqing said again: "I didn't even know that the Lord was interested in these things."

Shen Motang nodded, "It's normal, I just found out that Mo Qi was originally a rabbit."

Changqing was still trying to recall whether Mozun knew about Mo Qie before, so she heard Shen Motang say: "So what are you doing here?"

Changing his mind, he had no choice but to temporarily give up searching for the memories in his head that were completely futile, and replied, "It's about Zhaowan."

Zhao Wan failed to get approval from Shen Motang's side, and her first reaction when she saw Changqing was to repeat the fact that she came to be Mr. Little Devil.

Changqing was also dumbfounded, looking at Mijiu, only to see Mijiu pointing to her head.

That place is not just a long-term lover, after taking Song Bai away from the garden where Mo Motang was, Hu La La surrounded a group of little devils.

The little devil hadn't recovered from the shock of why Zhao Wan had come, but he was so frightened by these words that he didn't even dare to poke his head out to look.

And Zhao Wan was still staring at Chang Qing without noticing it, and Chang Qing could see a trace of expectation from his frosty and hard eyes.

In order to protect the young hearts of herself and the little devils, Chang Qing sent Zhao Wan to the other side of the hall with a wave of her big hand. After finally waiting for the little devils to fill up the tea, Chang Qing also chose to run away.

Changqing frowned while talking, and pointed to his head cautiously, "Is there really no problem with him here?"

Mo Motang blinked, "I want to know too."

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Zhao Wan obediently sat in the room arranged by Changqing for a long time, a little devil couldn't control his curiosity, ran over in a group, and squatted far behind the cover outside the door, watching Zhao Wan's every move , Then send someone to report to Changqing.

But in the report Chang Qing received, Zhao Wan maintained the posture when he left, with his back straight and motionless.

The tea served was not touched, the snacks were not touched, and the line of sight remained within a fixed range, like a beautiful statue.

The only thing that happened was the messenger talisman sent to Zhao Wan's eyes every now and then, but Zhao Wan took it back without looking at it.

This became the focus of the reports of the little devils.

In just one hour's time, Zhao Wan received a total of six communication symbols.

Even if there are as many communication symbols as there are for such a large sect, it is not enough to divide one sentence into six sentences.

Changqing has doubts.

Just when Changqing was hesitating whether to talk to Shen Motang about this matter, the little devil rushed in in a panic.

"It's not good! Zhao Wan ran out!"

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Zhao Wan is walking on the road of Shuangyuezong by instinct.

The little devils guarding the door saw him coming out, and jumped out and ran away before he could speak.

Run fast.

He couldn't ask the way, and he couldn't use his consciousness to find it. He could only walk on the spacious avenue like this, keeping a certain distance from the buildings, trying to see people and be seen by them.

Casually putting a new message talisman that popped up in front of him into the mustard, Zhao Wan saw a little devil walking towards him, and immediately walked up to him a few steps and said, "Excuse me..."

"what--"

The scream broke through the sky, and the little devil turned around and ran, "Master, Lord, Zhaowan is here—"

Zhaowan had no choice but to stop, and looked in the direction where the little devil was running away. It was a three-story tower.

After waiting for a while, he saw that the little devil headed straight into the tower without changing his direction. After thinking for a while, Zhao Wan walked towards the tower.

Mo Motang was concentrating on the study of the mountain protection formation, and automatically ignored the little devil's screams, and when the little devil rushed in panting to speak clearly, Zhao Wan was already standing outside the tower.

The silver bell at the corner of the eaves was automatic without wind, Mo Mo Tang saw Zhao Wan.

Mo Motang seems to have heard the ringtone, and it seems to be his illusion, whether it is the two on his head used to tie his hair, or the guards on the corner eaves, the silver bell has no bell heart.

But Mo Motang unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, and said in a relaxed tone as if seeing a long-lost old friend, "Please come in."

Suddenly, Zhao Wan couldn't breathe, and tried her best to avoid Shen Motang's sight, but in the corner of her eyes, she saw clusters of brocades in full bloom.

It turned out to be because of it.

Unleashing spiritual power to protect her body, Zhao Wan took a deep breath and finally felt much more at ease after being separated from the fragrance of hundreds of flowers.

But this seems to be the book collection pavilion of Shuangyuezong, Zhao Wan shouldn't go in.

So Zhao Wan slowly shook his head, "It's inconvenient for me to enter such an important place."

Mo Motang's expression instantly became stiffer, and he retracted the small magic circle placed at the door for experimentation without a trace. It was inevitable that he felt a little regretful, but he could only respect his choice.

forced.

Asking the little devil to carry a stool outside, he said: "Since that's the case, let's say it like this. I don't know what happened to Sword Master?"

The little devil bravely brought the stool in front of Zhao Wan. Seeing Zhao Wan's gaze, he never got off the stool. He just felt his scalp tingle. He finally walked three feet in front of Zhao Wan. Seeing that the distance was almost the same, Immediately put down the stool and run.

Zhao Wan looked back at Mo Motang, "Please Mozun allow me to stay and teach for monks of Shuangyue Sect."

Mo Mo's head grew bigger, and he thought that this matter has not passed yet, you said that you are so busy every day that your feet don't touch the ground, how can you still care about others?

Mo Motang had no choice but to clarify the words: "Jian Zun should stop here, if this word is spread by someone with a heart, it will not be good for Jian Zun's reputation."

Zhao Wan was stunned, and said quickly: "No."

"Why not?" Mo Motang couldn't help but frowned, "If Master Jian has fallen into a demon at some point, our Shuangyue Sect will open the door to welcome you to join at any time, but as long as Master Jian can still be called an 'immortal' for a day, Anyone who steps into my Double Moon Sect is the enemy."

Zhaowan was silent.

At this moment, Chang Qing came with Song Bai and a group of little devils, winking at Zhao Wan, but was about to bump into people without dodging.

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes and took a step aside, only to see that except for Changqing and Song Bai, the remaining little devils would rather huddle together to pass him one by one, rather than take a step closer to him.

Zhao Wan looked away.

Changqing went to the silent hall and said: "Lord, Mr. Song has woken up, but he still wants to stay and teach. I dare not make the decision, so I brought it specially for you to help decide."

After finishing speaking, motioning for the old man to continue, Song Bai was about to kneel down, but was firmly supported by Mo Motang's magic circle, "Just say it directly, Shuangyue Sect doesn't have so many rules."

Song Bai looked sideways at Changqing again, Changqing nodded slightly, Song Bai breathed a sigh of relief immediately, but still bowed and saluted, saying: "I know I have dementia, so I shouldn't agree to this god, but I am alone and alone, and I really want to find a place to return to, I don't ask for gold or silver, I just ask the gods to give me a shelter."

Changqing couldn't help laughing, and Shen Motang couldn't help scratching his head.

Song Bai thought he had said something wrong, his expression suddenly became flustered, and he was about to kneel down again while speaking, but he was firmly supported by Mo Motang and couldn't succeed.

Mo Motang pointed to Zhao Wan who was still standing outside, and said, "Shuangyue Sect is a demon sect, here are all demon heads, and he should be the only 'immortal' you are talking about."

Song Bai was stunned for a moment, but still stubbornly explained: "It's no wonder that you still look at the Demon Lord, I just think that the Demon Immortal and Demon God are also immortals and gods..."

So, no wonder he is willing to agree to a long relationship.

But it is undeniable that their actions should have frightened the old man, Mo Motang hurriedly said: "Don't be nervous, we don't care."

Song Bai looked sideways at Changqing again, and said with a long smile, "It's true, can our lord still lie to you?"

Song Bai nodded slowly, his eyes still worried, "Then..."

Mo Motang turned to Changqing: "Arrange the old gentleman to stay, don't neglect."

Song Bai was overjoyed for a moment, his speech became unclear, and he repeated the word "thank you" over and over again like a cart wheel.

But Shen Motang's mind was no longer there, he looked outside the door and silently watched Zhao Wan who was noisy inside, raised his hand and waved lightly.

It's time to say goodbye.

The author has something to say:

Silent Tang: Balabala treats you badly

Zhaowan's heart: He cares about me! ! !

Mo Motang's heart: ...the point is that it's not good for me