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

Mo Motang was lying on the floor of the study.

It wasn't in front of the desk, where a mountain of sundries had already piled up, and even a slight movement could cause an avalanche.

Even, there have been many avalanches near the desk, blocking the way in, making it difficult for anyone to get close.

He is lying in the middle of the room.

All around him, there are scattered pages and open books, forked and broken brushes everywhere, splashed ink stained several places, and not far from him, there is an upside-down inkstone.

Embarrassed.

This scene is indeed familiar, but Mo Motang has no intention to think about it.

He stared at the beams of the house with his eyes wide open, while trying to ask himself questions, asking himself what day it is today.

In a pile of collapsed books in the corner, a second collapse suddenly occurred, and the fancy figure buried deep in it was revealed immediately.

Since the study room became like this, there have been many such scenes.

Seeing the strangeness, Changqing didn't care about it, and threw his head back into the pages of the book, and said weakly: "My lord, I suddenly want to eat something sweet."

A candy was thrown on Changqing's face.

Changqing didn't even bother to hide, let himself be hit, and then stretched out his hand to touch blindly for a while, and finally touched the candy without looking at it, and put it in his mouth.

The sweetness immediately melts in the mouth.

Changqing wished she could melt with the sugar, and said vaguely: "Mijiu, I can let you win the next martial arts competition."

From the direction where the candy was thrown, there was a small "tss".

But surprisingly, there was no rebuttal.

Changqing knew in his heart that it wasn't that he didn't want to refute, but that he didn't have too much energy.

These days, there's just so much to do that it can get tiring.

Not physically exhausted, but their hearts.

Changqing didn't even want to think about it. If he could, he would prefer Xianzong to attack regardless.

But obviously not possible.

There were a few rustling voices from the side, and it seemed that they had just realized it, and said in a hoarse and ugly voice, "Is there no one for me?"

"And I."

"I, I'll let it go."

It is the other three protectors besides seeking jealousy.

Changqing raised her head and looked in Mo Yong's direction, "Don't count Liuliu."

Mo Yong put down the scroll in his hand, looked at him and blinked, with a bit of reproach.

Before Changqing could speak again, the voice of Mijiu had already come, and without looking at them, several people said forcefully: "No more."

Suddenly there were several sighs, showing disappointment.

Mo Motang regained consciousness with difficulty, his thoughts moved slightly, and countless fairy fruits were instantly taken out from the mustard seeds, and with a clear goal, they rolled towards the direction of several people.

"I have! Sweet!"

Rare excitement.

But the few people who received the fairy fruit obviously didn't think so. No matter it was recently or a few months ago, they really had eaten these fairy fruits so much that they didn't want to see them again.

Is it true that this fairy fruit can't be eaten up?

How can there be so many?

Changqing really wanted to eat something sweet, Huanhuanxi stretched out his hand to hold the fairy fruit that rolled to his head into his arms, and said happily: "Thank you, Lord."

Mo Motang struggled to make a response from his nasal cavity.

Three eyes suddenly stared at Changqing.

It's not that anyone is missing, it's just that Mo Qie's gaze is clearly full of helplessness, which is different from the other three.

The long-term love is annoying and said: "Don't look at me, eat quickly, it's very sweet."

Just this sentence ignited the vitality of the study.

To be more precise, it is resentment.

Mo Motang closed his eyes, completely ignoring the sudden surge of devil energy and the scrolls smashing towards a certain direction.

He was very happy that those few still had the mood to mess around.

Don't look at the Shuangyuezong being in such a hurry, in fact, the recent situation is not complicated.

They are dealing with various sects one by one.

Because of Zhao Wan's incident, the immortal sects who were originally at least superficially united, fell apart for a long time.

They wanted to invite Zhao Wan to join their sect, but they were also afraid that Zhao Wan would refuse him to join the Shuangyue Sect, and they were also worried that Changtian Sect would suddenly go back on their word and take him back.

——After all, because of Zhao Ling's advancement, Chang Tianzong has recently recovered, although it certainly cannot be restored to the time when Zhao Wan was there.

Loving talents and virtuous people is naturally one aspect, but on the other hand, Zhao Wan's whereabouts will really change the situation of each sect.

That is the sword master admired by thousands of people, a living sign.

Even if Zhao Wan temporarily joined the Juanling Tower after that, well, it’s not considered joining, it’s just equivalent to being a non-staff member, it’s better to cooperate with a neutral party than to act with the Shuangyue Sect with no background or faction. conducive to the development of things.

In short, since Zhao Wan left Changtian Sect, he has been working with Juanling Tower and Shuangyue Sect to dispel the bad influence of that live broadcast, and promote the good ones along the way.

Also try my best to restore the truth.

In any case, due to the timing of the live broadcast, the monks saw sporadic immortal cultivators and mortals surrounded by demons.

Fortunately, because Shuangyuezong had contributed a lot in the contest with "him", he got a lot of immortal cultivators who helped to speak, and of course more were the people who suffered at that time.

It may be due to the influence of various aspects. Since then, many immortal sects of small sects have proposed to Shuangyuezong that they can sign a non-aggression agreement, and some slightly larger sects have also sent in other aspects. proposal.

So what are they busy with?

protocol.

Now that everyone has brought it up, it's appropriate and reasonable, why didn't Shuangyuezong sign it?

Especially the non-aggression one, almost a sect can sign it.

Still simple.

Exchange the general information of the sect with those sects, such as how many people are in the sect, what are the characteristics of the personnel, the gate emblem, and the consequences of violating the agreement, etc., etc., all clearly stated, and signed Still fast.

So what bothered them so much was not the paper agreement, but the things behind the paper agreement.

The authenticity of the information, the attitude of the sects, the entanglements among the sects, especially the sects that have sent other proposals, there are more things that need to be considered and verified.

But overall, things are moving in a more friendly direction.

At least he didn't see the scene where the Immortal Sect came together to attack the Shuangyue Sect.

The sound of footsteps from far to near is extremely familiar.

Mo Mo Tang turned his head to look sideways, and saw that Zhao Wan had already walked to the front of the study, but suddenly stopped.

"Tangtang, this..."

Shen Motang understood, slightly raised his arm and patted the scroll paper beside him, and said, "Ah Wan just step on it, those are useless."

Zhao Wan didn't seem to believe it much.

Then, from every corner of the study, several voices came out one after another.

"Don't worry, Sword Master, it's really useless."

"It's good that Sword Master comes here, none of us will care."

"My lord let him in, I need his help!"

"Don't add trouble to long-term love."

"..."

Mo Motang ignored it, but patted his side again.

Zhao Wan sighed, released her spiritual power to isolate herself from the ground, and came to Mo Motang's side, "Tangtang..."

Mo Motang patted his side again.

He could see that there was nothing important for Zhao Wan to come here now, so he was allowed to mess around like this.

Zhao Wan had no choice but to lie down beside him obediently, turned her head to look at him and said, "I'm off work."

Mo Motang suddenly realized that if he remembered correctly, it was just after You hour, he looked outside the house, the sun had not completely set, it was indeed a good time to get off work.

He turned over to face Zhao Wan, curling himself up slightly.

He laughed, low, but heartfelt, and pleased.

Happier than getting off work on time himself.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan, looked at his deep eyes with his back to the setting sun, and couldn't help asking, "Will it be normal?"

Very solemnly, Zhao Wan replied: "Yes."

Then he added: "Linglou agrees with Tangtang's management method very much, she asked me to convey it to you."

Mo Motang couldn't stop laughing.

Changqing behind him complained a little, "So, my lord, can we not work overtime today?"

Mo Motang thought for a while, wondering why: "I'm afraid it won't work, Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I will save up."

There were rustling sounds and low wails from behind, it was Changqing who buried herself back in the pages of the book.

Before any of them made any noise, Zhao Wan suddenly said: "Actually, someone asked me to help pass the message."

Mo Motang was a little dazed, and only nodded to signal him to continue.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. The demon cultivators in the sect asked me to ask if you want to celebrate it."

Mo Motang was startled, and blurted out: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve?"

Zhaowan responded, "Yes."

Mo Motang suddenly turned over and sat up, looked at the few people beside him, and exclaimed: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve!"

The guardians nodded their heads and looked at each other suspiciously.

They thought that Mozun didn't mention it, because he didn't plan to do it, or didn't pay attention?

Mo Motang immediately stood up, "Yes, of course!"

Six faces were stunned.

Zhao Wan followed him and stood up, "Then..."

Mo Motang thought for a while, then suddenly pointed to Weisheng, "You."

Surprised.

Then, Mo Motang continued to point to the other four people, "You you you you you you, let's go."

Several people looked at it together, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Mo Motang anxiously said: "You still look at me, let's go."

Doubts everywhere.

Mo Motang hated iron and steel and continued: "It's time to get off work, why do you have to work overtime after Chinese New Year, the holiday, the whole clan is on holiday, and we will do the rest in the next year."

Chang Qing was uncertain: "Really?"

Mo Motang was almost unsure when asked by them, and said in a repeated voice: "Really, really, paid leave, all paid leave."

Several people looked at each other, still hesitated.

The degree to which Mo Zun cares about these things cannot be described as "very", it is quite caring.

So suddenly, without even saying hello, just leaving those sects alone?

And among them, there is also the share of Wanxiangzong.

Didn't you say a few days ago that you have to take it even if you don't eat or drink?

Mo Motang didn't care at all, he had recovered completely, turned to face Zhao Wan, and asked excitedly, "Ah Wan, will you be free next?"

Zhao Wan didn't quite understand the confusion of the guardians behind Mo Mo Tang, but he was very happy to see Mo Mo Tang happy, he nodded and said, "Yes."

Shen Motang smiled and showed some teeth, "Are you going to buy new year's goods?"

Zhao Wan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"it is good."

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