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

Mo Motang suddenly opened his eyes when he realized what happened, and after thinking about it carefully, he had worked for more than five days, but he hadn't had a single day of rest.

It won't work, really.

How can people only work and not rest?

So their wayward Demon Venerable sent a messenger talisman to Changqing when the sun was rising.

[Today and tomorrow I will rest, don't come to me]

Changqing was on the way out, and after reading it, he handed over the messenger talisman to the little devil who was following him step by step, "It doesn't matter that the protectors are literate, I must drag everyone else to the class, remember not to mess with the old man." The husband is angry, and he will be in trouble when he is sick."

The embarrassment on the face of the little devil did not fade away, but he still complied. He glanced at the crumpled communication talisman in his hand, and his uneasiness suddenly intensified, "What is this, my lord?"

Changqing spread his hands, "I don't know, just treat him as a retreat."

The little devil nodded, seeing the door in front of him, he immediately stopped, "I want to tell Mo Qi that you have gone out?"

"No, I'll be back soon." Changqing paused for a moment, then turned around and said with a smile: "You can tell Mijiu."

Due to various reasons, Miju can't go out as he likes. It's rare, and maybe it's not so rare. Long-term love is just a bad intention to tease him.

Mi Jiu, who was doing morning training in the training ground, sneezed on the spot.

Shen Motang also sneezed at this time, and the remaining drowsiness dissipated immediately, he sighed helplessly, and sat up with the quilt lifted.

He hasn't had a normal rest for too long, and the sudden sense of happiness is enough to make him so excited that he can't sleep, and...

Get up and go out, and you can see at a glance a bunch of little pitiful little ones with drooping heads and bald branches among the brocade bushes competing for splendor.

It seems to be getting worse.

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The Shuangyue Sect has become different.

Zhao Wan Yujian galloped into the first enchantment at the foot of the mountain, and before he could hear the lingering sound in his ears, there was a blur in front of his eyes, as if passing through a fantasy.

Then there was a ding, and the tip of the sword hit the more powerful barrier in front of the Shuangyue Sect's gate, and it was blocked and difficult to move.

At this moment, Zhao Wan finally remembered what Shen Tang said to him before, she pondered for a moment, then silently lowered the altitude, accompanied by the sudden sound of Shen Tang's voice.

【Warning again...】

The long sword suddenly bumped for a moment, Zhao Wan was stunned, subconsciously put the sword back into its sheath, and landed lightly, but there was a sound of breathing that sounded like a sob behind him.

Because of the forced repatriation last night, Zhu Yuansi had to get up early in the morning to venture into the fantasy world again. The bloody wound from the bite yesterday was still not healed, and today he added several new teeth marks.

I don't know if it was because he was afraid of him adapting, but the layout of the scene in the fantasy territory had undergone a huge change. Even though he had prepared himself all night, he still could only run around blindly.

Speaking of which, why did he insist on coming to the Demon Sect to challenge the strong?

While thinking, Zhu Yuansi saw a black robe and a long sword from the corner of his eyes.

He seems to have seen this scabbard somewhere.

Zhu Yuansi raised his head, facing a pair of dark and deep eyes, and immediately froze in shock, "Jian, Sword Master, morning!"

He didn't wear martial uniform, but he had Chang Tianzong's disciple token hanging on his waist, which was enough for Zhao Wan to recognize him as his own disciple.

But Zhaowan didn't ask Zhu Yuansi why he was here, he just nodded slightly, then turned his head and continued to stare at the gate of Shuangyuezong.

Zhu Yuansi hesitated for a long time, but stepped forward to Zhao Wan's side, and just about to open his mouth, the door over there suddenly opened, and a little devil poked his head out from inside, the moment he saw Zhao Wan, he It slams shut.

The speed was so fast that Zhu Yuansi didn't even see the little devil's face clearly.

A little movement leaked out of the door, it sounded like three or two people were arguing with their voices suppressed, Zhu Yuansi secretly glanced at Zhao Wan, trying to see what the movement inside meant from Zhao Wan's face.

Naturally, it was fruitless.

Zhao Wan's expression didn't change at all, his thick eyelashes cast shadows, his deep eyes were dark and bleak, he stood himself like a statue.

Zhu Yuansi swallowed the words, silently stood taller.

After a long time, the little devil finally came to an agreement, opened the door cautiously, moved his eyes to the faces of the two, but ignored Zhao Wan and stared at Zhu Yuansi, "You made the appointment last night?"

The little devil's frankness made Zhu Yuansi a little embarrassed, especially since Zhao Wan was not around him.

But he still nodded, took out from his pocket the wooden sign handed to him by the little devil on duty last night, and looked at the little devil firmly.

Zhao Wan's gaze also retracted from the empty space and landed on the little devil. The little devil's hair exploded immediately, and his expression became vigilant in an instant. He subconsciously hid his body behind the door, half-closed his eyes and asked Zhu Yuansi, "" What are you here for?"

Zhu Yuansi was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, his voice became high-pitched, "Challenge the Demon Lord!"

puff.

Suddenly a laugh came from behind, and Zhu Yuansi turned his head to look, only to see the seductive winking eyes lightly raised, and the white waist was faintly visible between the colorful silk clothes.

The young man quickly looked away, but his cheeks blushed quickly. He recognized Changqing, who was one of the most ferocious demons in the Shuangyue Sect according to the rumors.

Thinking that Sword Master was beside him, Zhu Yuansi re-established his gaze, "I'm serious, I hope senior will introduce you."

Changqing deliberately slowed down his pace, and easily passed through the barrier in front of the two of them, "What a coincidence, the Demon Venerable has been resting for the past two days, and no one has been seen."

A thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Zhu Yuansi looked inward in a daze, as if he saw countless ghosts and tooth marks, and his heart was broken.

The thunder seemed to be still rumbling in his ears, Zhu Yuansi looked back listlessly, and saw Zhaowan with low air pressure beside him at a glance, as if countless thunderbolts were continuously exploding above Zhaowan's head.

Zhu Yuansi was frightened, and his whole body became energetic in an instant.

Then countless question marks popped up.

Could it be that Sword Master is also afraid of those ghosts?

The long-term love didn't go far away, but turned to face Zhao Wan, with a smile on his lips, "Please rest assured, Mr. Song is here, don't bother him to come and see."

As he said that, he looked sideways at Zhu Yuansi, "Jianzun might as well teach his disciples when he has time, and don't run to dangerous places if there is nothing to do, so as to save unnecessary trouble."

Zhu Yuansi knew that she was being targeted, so she resisted the gaze she wanted to avoid, and met Changqing's gaze directly.

The smile on Chang Qing's face deepened, and he turned his eyes to look at Zhao Wan again. Seeing that Zhao Wan was already fascinated and didn't listen to his teasing at all, he was a little unhappy, and pretended to be surprised: "Oh, patronizing I said it myself, does Sword Master have other things?"

Only then did Zhaowan come back to his senses, and blurted out: "I'm here to see Demon Lord."

Changqing put her arms around her body, stretched out her index finger and tapped her chin lightly, her smile turned into exaggerated doubts, and she said puzzledly, "I should have said that our Lord is resting."

Seeing that Zhao Wan was completely unmoved, Zhu Yuansi was on the other side watching the play in a daze, Changqing put down his arms, put one hand on his hip and said: "Forget it, Master Jian has something to say, just say it. If necessary, I will pass it on.”

But Zhaowan didn't want anyone to tell the story on his behalf.

Zhao Wan clasped her fists and saluted, "Thank you, elder brother, for your kindness. I'll come back in two days."

The blue veins on Changqing's forehead could hardly be suppressed, he gritted his teeth and forced a smiley face and said: "I'm not surnamed Chang, and I'm not your brother, Master Jian doesn't have to condescend to bow to me, and don't say anything about coming back later, Shuangyuezong has a lot of business , I don’t have time to entertain Sword Master.”

Seemingly annoyed Zhaowan on purpose, he turned his gaze to the stunned Zhu Yuansi and said: "The little guy can come whenever he wants, but if the Demon Lord can't challenge him, I will spare time to accompany you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull Zhu Yuansi's arm, but Zhu Yuansi couldn't react in time, he just felt that he was being pulled through a thick layer of water film, and his breathing was stagnant for a moment.

In this way, Zhu Yuansi entered the enchantment that made him helpless, and came to the site full of demon cultivators.

Looking up, she saw Changqing in a daze. Following Changqing's gaze and looking back, Zhao Wan was standing half a step behind him, holding the tassel of the appointment wooden sign that he left behind at some point in her hand... .

The air suddenly became quiet, with an unspeakable weirdness.

A message that was set in advance was conveyed to Changqing in an instant, telling him that the enchantment was fluctuating abnormally, that is to say, Zhao Wan did follow Zhu Yuansi into the enchantment.

Changqing's heart is very complicated. Can this thing be explained by mistakes?

The same message was conveyed to Shen Motang at this moment, and the beauty who was sleeping lightly on the couch slowly opened her eyes, her purple eyes were clear and pure, and the beautiful and blooming brocade around her suddenly became the foil.

Mo Motang was stunned for a while, then turned over and closed his eyes forcibly.

No one can interrupt his weekend, no one!

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let me see which hill is full of flagwo