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

Seeing who asked whom, he didn't hear any news about the whereabouts of the demon from the mouth of the little demon, and walked around the Shuangyue sect for more than half a circle with full of doubts, and finally turned to Song Bai, but saw Seeing Shen Motang holding the small wine jar tons of tons.

The air was filled with the fragrant food aroma, Shen Mo Tang was facing him sideways, and in front of him were two white porcelain bowls with sharp points.

Changqing is even more suspicious.

So Mozun ran away in a hurry because he wanted to come here for dinner?

Knocking on the door lightly, seeing the two people looking back, they stepped into the courtyard with long smiles, "My lord, Mr. Song, excuse me."

Mo Motang's eyes suddenly lit up, he put down the small wine jar and waved to Changqing, "Come here, come here."

Changqing's footsteps stopped, and he froze and asked whether he should turn around and leave the yard on the spot.

I always feel that it doesn't look like a good thing.

But it was a great thing for Mo Motang, with a very positive attitude, seeing the long love walking was not happy, almost couldn't help standing up and dragging people over.

Changqing was afraid that he would really come over to grab people, so he could only compromise first, walked slowly, skipped his eyes on the dishes on the table, and sighed unconsciously: "It's so rich."

Mo Motang nodded repeatedly, and Song Bai was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, he said: "If you don't mind, let's sit down and eat together."

With a long smile, he went to look at Shen Motang again. The light in Mo Motang's eyes was still blazing, and he nodded at him with certainty.

Changqing had no choice but to say: "Then..."

Song Bai got up and was about to move a stool for him, but Shen Tang moved faster, took out the chair from the mustard seed and placed it in front of Changqing in the blink of an eye, "The old man doesn't need to move, Changqing will sit down."

Song Bai responded, and went to serve Chang Qing a meal instead.

This time Mo Motang was not so fast, or in other words, he had no intention of robbing Song Bai at all.

Changqing didn't care, thanked him for sitting down, and took the opportunity to ask Mo Motang, "My lord, I have a question. Didn't you say before that you can't hurt the creatures in the back mountain? If you really want to sell the antelope horns, why not?" no……"

Not being able to hurt the creatures of the back mountain was reflected in the previous family rules. Mo Motang remembered this, but where did the saying "isn't it" come from?

Mo Motang said bluntly: "Who said it was going to be hurt?"

I was taken aback for a long time, "You."

Mo Motang: "?"

Mo Motang: "You wronged me."

Long love: "..."

Changqing only felt that he was the one who was wronged, how could he not be hurt?

The three little devils tossed and took down an antelope horn, and they were able to blind the gazelle bear's eyes and add many irreversible wounds to the bear. If the scope is too large...

Changqing secretly said that it was impossible.

But this did remind Mo Motang, put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, and think carefully about the information about the gazelle bear.

The beast's horns are not like an antelope that cannot be replaced for a lifetime, but more like antlers, which will fall off every year and grow new ones. It stands to reason that as long as the time is arranged to get the horns, there will be no problem. How could it hurt?

If it can be hurt, it can only show that there is a problem with the collection method of the monsters.

So Mo Motang looked at Changqing, "It won't hurt, no one is allowed to move until I decide how to collect it."

Changqing is still puzzled, "But..."

Mo Motang saw that Song Bai had finished serving the rice, so he waited for the right time to pass it to Changqing, and quickly took the white porcelain bowl from Song Bai's hand and passed it to Changqing before Changqing's "but" came to fruition.

"Don't talk about business during off-duty time, hurry up and eat."

Changqing knew that this was the limit that Mo Motang was willing to talk to him, so he didn't care too much, and reached out to take the job.

Wait, this rice bowl seems a bit full!It's going to overflow!

Mo Motang couldn't hold back a smile.

Look, look, he is really not the only one who is shocked.

But Changqing took it calmly, looked up at Song Bai and said thank you.

Song Bai smiled and said he was polite, then looked at Mo Motang again, "Did you remember?"

Mo Motang suddenly made a stalk, this, this, has it not passed yet?

Obviously there is a long-term relationship to interrupt, so I should change the topic anyway!

You Mr. Song are worthy of being your Mr. Song, you have a really good memory.

It would be better if it is not used at this time.

Mo Motang silently poked at the edge of the bowl, which he dug out with great difficulty, and said helplessly, "Don't make fun of me, it really isn't."

Chang Qing smelled a bit of gossip, "Nothing, nothing?"

Mo Motang made a smirk, "No, no, eat yours."

Chang Qing looked at Song Bai again.

Song Bai smiled and shook his head, "It's just something to talk about."

How can you pass the melon in front of you and not let people eat it?

Changqing didn't want to give up at this point, and wanted to say something, but Mo Motang realized that he had taken the lead, and he didn't hesitate to sell his teammates and said: "Old man, you should ask him, Changqing's experience must be more exciting than mine."

Long love:?

What experience?

Why ask him?

Shouldn't it be gossip about the Demon Lord?

But seeing Song Bairuo nodded thoughtfully, with an even bigger smile on his face, he looked at Changqing and said, "Changqing baby, how did you become possessed?"

Oh, bewitched, bewitched...

No, that's why Mr. Song asked Mozun the same way?

Changqing's eyes widen unconsciously, is this really something to ask?

But why do these two seem to be indifferent to each other, ah, no, Song Bai should have asked about other things, otherwise how could this topic be related to "is there any"?

Two pairs of eyes looked at Changqing with full of expectation, successfully turned Changqing from a melon eater to a melon, which made him a little uncomfortable for a while.

Devil leaders generally don't take the initiative to bring up things like being enchanted, especially the fallen devil, but he is not a fallen devil.

It seems that it is not impossible to mention it.

But if you really want to take it out, it seems that Changqing doesn't remember anything.

Due to the anticipation of the two eyes, Changqing spit out a few words dryly, "Just, just enter."

Said and not said the same.

The two did not give up, especially Mo Motang, and urged: "Continue to continue."

But I really can't think of Changqing, but I think of Mozun.

It's not that Mozun once brought up this matter, but that the influence was too great.

To put it simply, when the Demon Lord became a demon, he changed the layout of Xuanlinji, the division of state boundaries, the distribution of sects, and even fixed the secret realm for thousands of years.

It is said, it is said that at that time, a large number of monks with unstable moods were almost urged to fall into the devil.

This is not only Xuanlinji, but also affects several other continents across the sea, although it is not as wide as Xuanlinji.

Perhaps because of this, since the establishment of the Shuangyue Sect, there has been no righteous way rushing to confront them head-on.

Of course, these situations were deliberately suppressed by Zhengdao when they happened, but after all, they were not too far away. The demon heads of the Double Moon Sect gathered from all over the world, and they could always hear some news.

But the strange thing is that before that incident, none of them had heard of the name "Silent Tang", so it was unknown whether the Demon Lord was possessed or fallen.

Changqing pulled back his gaze, looked at Shen Motang with bright eyes, and subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, "My lord, if you don't eat the vegetables, it will be cold."

The silver bracelet on Shen Motang's wrist made a soft "click", and the dishes on the table were steaming immediately, "Don't panic, I'll do this, you continue."

Changqing was speechless for a while, silent for a while and suddenly said: "It's for self-protection."

The threshold for cultivating demons is lower than that of cultivating immortals. Although it will be more difficult to advance in the future than cultivating immortals, but at the time of panic, cultivating demons was his best choice, but he did not expect that he would be able to do so in a short period of time. Cultivate to the current state.

The so-called talent is probably just playing tricks on people like this.

Because of the words of long love and the slightly nostalgic and sentimental expression, the atmosphere was a little stiff for a while, Song Bai sighed with emotion, and gave him the only chicken wing left on the plate, "It's all over."

Mo Motang nodded, and gave him an untouched chicken leg from the bowl, another untouched duck leg, another untouched pork rib, and again...

Changqing suddenly realized something was wrong, quickly picked up the bowl and hid to the side, "What are you doing, my lord?"

Mo Motang was exposed, and he smirked twice and said, "Let you eat more."

The corners of Changqing's eyes twitched, "Thank you Lord for your kindness, I can pinch it myself."

Shen Motang resentfully retracted his chopsticks, picked up a small green vegetable, put it on the rice, and poked the rice up again.

Then I got a surprise again.

Only this time, Changqing didn't make a sound.

It was Mo Motang who noticed it himself, raised his chopsticks and said, "I don't know how to use it very much."

Changqing understood something from this slightly skillful movement, stretched out his index finger and shook it, and curled the corner of his mouth and said: "My lord is humble, I think it is very convenient."

As he said, he picked up the chopsticks and wanted to imitate him to poke the rice, but after three or two pokes, he failed to poke it, and his long smile froze, "It seems that not everyone can learn it."

Song Bai coughed lightly, holding back the almost overflowing smile.

Mo Motang laughed, "You don't need to comfort me, I know everything."

There was a commotion before and after, and the atmosphere became active again, thanks to the long-term love talk, ah, no, it was because of the long-term love that can talk, the joyful and harmonious time completely eased the tense tension of Mo Motang, and his eyes seemed to enter in an instant. Sand, it grinds him so much that he wants to cry.

Isn't this what he saw and the feeling of an ideal family?

Ah, wait, that doesn't seem right.

Really into the sand, help!

Mo Motang blinked his eyes with tears in his eyes, trying to get the sand out of his eyes. When the two over there turned their heads, the chopsticks in their hands almost dropped in fright.

No, wasn't it fine just now?

The two looked at each other, their eyes fell on each other's chopsticks at the same time, and they looked up in disbelief.

No!

Mo Mo Tang couldn't see the two people frantically exchanging eyes and trying to find a remedy, but fortunately through his hard work, the sand successfully flowed out with tears, Mo Mo Tang wiped away the tears, but when he looked up, he saw two stunned faces face, and because of his raising his head, he panicked and avoided his sight.

Mo Motang:?

Are you misunderstanding something?

Mo Motang explained: "I just got sand in my eyes."

Both sides were nodding like pounding garlic, their faces were very heavy, and they hadn't thought of a way yet.

Mo Motang couldn't say anything, so he could only repeat: "It's really sand."

Both sides still had the same look, but soon, Song Bai raised his head to look at him, with deep shame on his face, "It's because we rarely see it, baby, don't be sad."

Mo Motang: "?"

Mo Motang: "I didn't lie to you, it really fell into the sand!"

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