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

Mo Motang didn't stay at Xiaoguai's house for long, after drinking two cups of tea to soothe his spleen and stomach, he left with Zhao Wan.

Afterwards, she prepared to part ways with Zhaowan.

Chang Tianzong must have already heard the news about the global live broadcast and the chaotic aftermath of that live broadcast.

The only thing that is certain now is that the live broadcast went to the end, and what was obtained was a fairly good result.

No one was hurt, no one fell victim to.

As long as there is this point, no matter how troublesome things are, there is still the possibility of saving them.

What Zhao Wan has to do is to support this possibility.

Zhao Ling was using him, trying to squeeze away his ego little by little over the long years, but in the end, the Changtian Sect supported by Zhao Ling still helped countless people.

Chang Tianzong cannot fall.

There was a howling wind.

Mo Motang tightened his clothes unconsciously, and his hair was disheveled, cutting his sight, but couldn't block Zhao Wan's clear face.

A voice of doubt blurted out, "Will Ah Wan forgive him?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, brushed the flying hair with her fingertips, and put them behind his ears little by little.

"I never cared."

Zhao Wan's voice also seemed to be scattered in the wind, letting the past dissipate.

Mo Motang felt distressed for no reason, and rushed forward to hug Zhao Wan, "I told you a long time ago that you don't have to be perfect, but he is so excessive, you have the right to hate."

A sigh fell from the howling wind.

Zhao Wan moved lightly, slowly, and hugged him tightly.

Also, murmur softly.

"I'm not perfect. A long time ago, earlier, I became a rebellious child, and he couldn't hurt me."

Mo Motang didn't understand, and turned slightly to look at him.

The hair trembled slightly, scratching a little itchy, Zhao Wan raised her hand, and stroked his hair inch by inch from the top of his head.

Very soft.

Zhao Wan was very considerate, and explained to Mo Motang: "From the day I discovered the signs, I have never heard all of what he said."

Mo Motang reacted for a while, a smile subconsciously surfaced, and said with emotion: "Ah Wan is still smart."

Zhao Wan also seemed to laugh, with a light, sunny breath.

Then, Mo Motang restrained his smile, uncontrollably increased his strength, and choked up, "It's all over."

Zhao Wan patted his back lightly, and replied, "Yes."

Little by little, Mo Motang buried his face into Zhaowan's neck, "I won't work overtime again."

Zhaowan responded, "Okay."

The sobs gradually rose, "We will go to the Double Star Sea together later, you promised me."

Zhao Wan said seriously: "I never forget."

Shen Motang sniffed, trying to pull his emotions away, "Then you go back, I will wait for your help."

Zhao Wan followed his movements and let go of her hand, but before he could avoid his sight, she stroked his cheek and gently wiped away the tears.

"I will."

Mo Motang couldn't avoid it, he grabbed his wrist suddenly with a thought, and said solemnly: "Only this time, I can work overtime."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled.

Shen Motang lowered his eyes slightly, and then kissed his palm.

The purple eyes were lifted up, like the vastness of the star sea, shallow, curved in a beautiful arc.

"It's a guarantee," he said.

In an instant, Zhao Wan became completely red.

As if fleeing, Zhao Wan disappeared in the next instant, leaving only a small shadow of his back.

Mo Motang confirmed his going away, and in a panic, reached out to touch his hot cheek.

He seemed a little too bold.

Turning around and looking down, the Double Moon Sect was brightly lit, and the little devils had already started their celebration.

Time to go back.

Behind him, there was a familiar breath approaching in an instant, causing the sound of wind.

Not too cold.

Mo Motang turned around in a daze, only to see Zhao Wan, who had just run away, returned to his side.

In the deep eyes, he is the only one.

Zhao Wan seemed to be trying her best to suppress something, even her eyes were stained a little red.

Silent Tang was startled for a moment.

After finally mustering up the courage, Zhao Wan suddenly said, "Wait for me!"

Mo Motang blinked his eyes, then, half-ignorantly, nodded his head.

Another gust of wind blew by, and Zhao Wan ran away again.

Silent Tang scratched his head.

What's this all about.

The corners of the mouth curled up unconsciously.

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The follow-up work is far more troublesome than imagined, whether it is for Changtianzong or Shuangyuezong.

Mo Motang was almost buried in the pile of summoning talismans, of course, none of them were from Zhaowan, and Zhaowan never even sent him a single summons between the two of them.

Coincidentally, he didn't have a chance to send it to Zhao Wan either.

This was already the third day after the incident happened, and it was also the third day that Mo Motang was buried in the pile of messenger talismans.

By the time Zhao Wan asked him for help, I'm afraid it would be after the Wave of Communication Talisman.

These communication talismans from various continents, sects, and monks of various colors questioned him, expressed approval to him, sought help from him, and threatened him.

And no matter which one it was, it was surrounded by the almost impossible fact that he brought back the fallen man.

But it was indeed as he said, it was just an attempt, pure luck.

On the night of the celebration, he realized the importance of trying again during the successive toasts made by the little devil.

But none of the devils were willing to participate.

In their words, they are either enchanted or fallen, and from the beginning to the end, they don't want to change back one day.

Makes sense, doesn't it?

Mo Motang never mentioned this matter again.

Well, there are also reasons why there is really no time.

Mo Motang didn't need to reply to those communication talismans one by one, and didn't even need to read them.

But now that he has sacrificed so much, he needs to achieve.

Therefore, he put a little bit of "him" in every reply letter in the communication talisman.

Don't ask him why he's doing this, isn't he showing off his booty?

Well, of course not for that reason.

He didn't pick out the shards of the long sword from "him", on the contrary, he fed all the shards of Zhao Wan's long sword to "him".

The soul supporting "him" was picked out by him as early as in that battle, obliterated his consciousness and thrown to the world.

If Tiandao wants "him" to be reincarnated, let "him" go to reincarnation, and if he wants "him" to be dissipated, then let "him" be reincarnated.

But no matter how you deal with it, "he" will disappear forever in this world from now on.

A perfect ending.

As for the question that needs to be answered by "him", maybe there is too little part of him left, too little residual will left in that part of the body, and it is impossible to answer him before he asks the question.

But it doesn't matter, before "his" body began to collapse, before "his" soul consciousness was completely wiped out, he clearly got the answer.

"He" never regretted it, only regretted that he failed to seek revenge.

This kind of person really doesn't deserve the original owner's guilt.

Mo Motang spat out, angrily took off a small piece and stuffed it into the messenger talisman, and then replied to the person who sent it.

Therefore, he was indeed showing the spoils to everyone, but the spoils contained the struggle of the original owner, Zhao Wan, him, and all the demon heads of the Shuangyue Sect.

Those who are angry, curious, want to profit from it, and sincerely look forward to the future, all kinds of thoughts.

he.

Take it all.

Mo Mo Tang rested his head on the thick communication talisman on the low table, and sighed silently.

He's just the aftermath here.

The eye of the storm is thousands of miles away.

The water-colored communication talisman appeared suddenly. It seemed that Ling Lou had known about his situation in advance, so he didn't obediently place it on his desk, but unfolded it directly in front of him.

Mo Motang turned his head and swept away.

It seemed that he had forgotten about this person.

[Excuse me, although I know that the demon is very busy now, but there are some things that are more important, the demon must look at it. 】

Mo Motang propped himself up from the table and sat down, took the messenger talisman and continued to look down.

The senior officials of the Juanling Tower are discussing the annexation of Changtianzong.

Silent Tang frowned.

annexation?

Juan Bell Tower?

An intelligence organization annexed a Xianzong?

Or the Changtian Sect who is so powerful?

Let’s not talk about the impossibility, and it’s not something that is likely to be successful. The main thing is, how did such an outrageous proposal get to the front of Linglou after many reports?

[That's right, there will be no problem with Chang Tianzong, the problem is Juanling Tower. 】

[A traitor appeared in the Juanling Tower. 】

Mo Motang smacked his tongue secretly.

It's not something that makes people feel emotional, or in other words, it's not really an unexpected thing.

He also didn't think that Ling Lou didn't know about his own organization, even if he really didn't know that much, with Ling Lou's ability, he wouldn't fail to find out.

Sure enough, after that, Ling Lou finally showed her purpose.

【So can the Demon Lord talk to me?The reason for their rebellion, the things in that letter of communication, in exchange, I will do my best to help with what happened a few days ago. 】

So, it's no wonder that Ling Lou was curious.

In the end, it was something that Ling Lou had been searching for for a long time but couldn't find, plus several places where "he" appeared after he landed, Ling Lou should have found the connection.

Well, it is indeed an important matter.

At least for now, what he needs most is a helper.

A helper who was able to negotiate with Xianzong in an open and aboveboard manner to help Zhao Wan.

Mo Motang sent a reply, only two words.

【make a deal. 】

After a while, countless talismans left the Jubilee Tower, and the countless monks who received the message started their actions silently.

Their tasks are different, but in the end, point to a purpose.

In order to change the normal state of this world, add bricks and tiles.

It's going to change.

Thunderclouds.

At this moment, Zhao Wan sent a summons to Mo Mo Tang.

Instant connection.

But it was wordless silence.

After a while, Zhao Wan suddenly asked, "Is Tangtang free?"

A chuckle suddenly broke the solemnity, Shen Mo Tang put down the messenger talisman in his hand, and the air in front of him was densely packed with his reply letters.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

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