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

The black mist was still outputting continuously, and Mo Motang was stunned for a while, but he also discovered that the movement inside could be transmitted for him to hear, and the pictures and sounds outside were blocked.

In other words, the black mist has been aligning with the air all the time.

Thinking about it this way, it's actually a bit pitiful.

Mo Motang still couldn't understand why Zhao Wan showed him this, just when he was about to ask, Hei Wu made another sudden sentence, which directly stuck his question in his throat.

Hei Wu shouted: "Do you treat me as a bully for Shuangyuezong? When they find out that the young master is missing, you will be finished!"

Mo Motang didn't care about the logic of complaining about the black mist, the three words "Shuangyuezong" floated to the top of his head, and turned into a basin of cold water and splashed him all over.

His family? ! ! !

Is it his little devil?

What is this for?what happened?Why was Zhao Wan locked up?

Mo Motang slowly raised his eyes to meet Zhao Wan's gaze, just about to deny San Lian's "I don't know", "I don't know" and "I haven't seen", but Zhao Wan stepped forward and said: "I'm sorry."

Eh?

Is there something wrong?

Zhao Wan had already lowered her eyes, she didn't see the shock in Mo Motang's eyes, she just continued: "This little friend..."

Mo Motang was puzzled, "Him?"

Zhao Wan: "He accidentally bumped into my sword."

Mo Motang gasped.

Although I don't know what kind of carelessness it is, but this is really, carelessness!

No, is there any connection between bumping into the sword and being locked up?

Mo Motang vaguely had a bad premonition, and whispered tentatively: "So?"

Zhao Wan's eyes drooped even deeper, a crack finally appeared on his frosty face, revealing a bit of guilt, and said as tactfully as possible: "I'm afraid this little friend needs to reshape his body."

Mo Motang gasped again.

That is to say, this unlucky boy not only "accidentally" bumped into Zhao Wan's sword, but also lost his body.

It's gone?

This is not the way a meteorite hits the earth!

Wait, then this cloud of black mist is actually the soul of his little devil?

Mo Motang almost gasped again, quickly took a few deep breaths and suppressed it, and asked, "Say it straight, is there any help?"

Zhao Wan doubted her ears a little, and raised her eyes to look at Shen Motang.

Mo Motang took it for granted, but misunderstood.

Immediately looked at the bead in his hand with a heavy heart, did not dare to hold it anymore, put it flat in the palm of his hand, and did not forget to comfort Zhao Wan: "Brother Zhao, don't worry, I will bury him well."

Zhaowan:?

Zhao Wan: "There is still someone to save."

Mo Mo raised his head abruptly, a smile suddenly invaded his eyes, "I won't say it earlier."

Zhao Wan was startled.

Mo Motang anxiously said: "How to save?"

Just as Zhao Wan was about to speak, the black mist suddenly roared, "Who the hell are you!"

Zhaowan: "..."

Mo Motang: "..."

So, this unlucky boy doesn't even know whose hand he almost killed?

Mo Motang looked suspiciously at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan blinked.

So Zhaowan began to explain to him bit by bit.

It's a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence that it's not where it is now, it's a coincidence anyway.

That was many hours ago.

The merchant ship escorted by Zhao Wan was about to reach the ferry of Pingzhou in a short time, and the pirates who had been following all the way at the stern finally couldn't let go. Several people went around the bow to attract attention, and the rest aimed at the ship at the end. , I am about to board the ship in a menacing manner.

Of course, with Zhao Wan guarding them, these people would never have succeeded.

Zhao Wan didn't even need to draw his sword, and the coercion aimed at the water thief's direction and rushed over a little bit, which was enough for the water thief to get dizzy and not know where the world was.

But at this moment, the cloud of black mist, it was not black mist at that time, the unlucky boy saw the movement of the water thief from a distance, ran over to watch the fun, saw that the water thief was in a bad state, and didn't go Thinking about why, he patronized and stomped on people's heads one by one to play.

Zhao Wan had paid attention to the demonic energy approaching, but seeing this situation, after thinking about it, he decided to wait and see what happened.

But his long sword sensed the devilish energy, but it unsheathed itself, pointing directly in the direction of the unlucky child.

Zhao Wan shook her head and was about to withdraw the sword, but the unlucky boy got tired of playing with these, and then stared at the big head at the stern of the boat, and ran back quickly.

So far, it's outrageous, maybe it's okay, okay, it's no longer acceptable.

But the strange thing about this is that the unlucky child was able to ignore Zhao Wan's spiritual consciousness that enveloped the boat, and almost flew past Zhao Wan's side.

When the two got closer to face-to-face distance, the unlucky child finally noticed Zhao Wan's surprised eyes, and before the doubt appeared in the eyes, he bumped into Zhao Wan's sword before he could take it back.

The flesh body was turned into dust in an instant, and Zhao Wan was not even given a chance to make amends for a moment, but the soul was collected by Zhao Wan reluctantly.

If possible, Zhao Wan would also like to resolve this matter without alerting others, but there is no balance between immortals and demons. If he hadn't found this soul-absorbing mustard in time, I'm afraid that unlucky child would have lost his soul to him. Consume clean hands.

The soul of the sudden change has not recovered for a long time, at least it was not sober when Zhao Wan came to the Shuangyue Sect, but judging by the uninterrupted curses now, the spirit is still good.

Zhao Wan was a little rejoicing in her words.

Mo Motang's jaw never closed, it wasn't him who said, although there is no coincidence, it's too coincidental!

After taking several deep breaths in succession, Mo Motang regained his senses, wishing he could pull out Hei Wu and grab him by the neck to ask questions.

Do you have long eyes!

Don't you think it's strange that Zhao Wan pretended not to be able to tell who it was?

Such a big sword, how can you only have the head of a water thief in your eyes?

It's all right now, let alone the head, you don't even have the feet to step on people's heads!

Outrageous.

outrageous.

Do we have any monthly or annual reports?

I want to vote for you, it's definitely the most sand sculpture event of the year!

Pingci doesn't have such a touch.

You're still ashamed to swear, but if you have eyes, you don't have to stay in them.

I still have to work hard to save you.

Mo Motang couldn't calm down for a long time, and it took a long time to look at Zhao Wan with some affection, "It surprised you."

Zhao Wan was startled, and quickly said, "Don't dare."

Black Mist suddenly shouted: "Can't you hear me? You're done!"

The air suddenly quieted down.

Mo Motang wanted to say something but was speechless.

No, can we put it another way?

Turning over and over and just saying "you're done" and "it's not over with you", it seems that you are very dumb.

Mo Motang looked up at Zhao Wan, "Can I have a word with him?"

Zhao Wan nodded and said offended again, tapped the mustard seeds with her knuckles.

Shen Motang thanked him, and Hei Wu asked immediately: "Honor?"

The child's eyes are not good, but his ears are good. Shen Motang felt relieved for no reason, and said, "It's me."

Hei Wu was overjoyed instantly, "Your Majesty, have you come to save me?"

Mo Motang thought for a while, "It is."

Hei Wu wanted to speak again, but Mo Motang immediately interrupted: "Be quiet for a while."

Black mist: "?"

Black mist: "My lord..."

Silent Tang: "Shh~"

Black mist: "?"

Zhao Wan: "Brother Shen, I can actually..."

Silent Tang: "Shh~"

Mo Motang reacted abruptly, "Ah, I'm sorry I made a mistake, you continue."

Zhaowan: "..."

Black mist: "?"

The author has something to say:

Recently, a case of a little devil stealing an author's manuscript has occurred in Shuangyuezong. The scope of influence is as high as several hundred words. Next, our reporter will report it for you (cross out the whole paragraph)

Cough, it’s just a bit stuck, maybe the number of words in the past two days is relatively small, let me adjust it, don’t abandon me woo woo woo woo