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

After finally regaining the right to speak, Zhao Wan briefly explained to Shen Motang, and simply shut down the two-way sound transmission between the mustards.

At this moment, Mo Motang realized that he had been out of his mind just now, forcibly suppressed his embarrassing smile, and absolutely refused to admit his mistake.

Zhao Wan didn't care too much, and began to formally explain how to save people.

It's simple to say, just find a suitable container and put the soul in it without any leaks.

Mo Motang is a master of refining equipment, so it is easy to refine a body, but the container is easy to find, but it is difficult to fit it.

Furthermore, all of this is based on Zhaowan's understanding of him, the real Mo Motang has never tried refining weapons so far.

Mo Motang turned his face away in guilt, he thought that he would not need it for the time being, and if he could procrastinate, he would procrastinate first, who knew that he would meet an unlucky child?

And it sounds like the requirements for his refining level are quite high.

If it was said that the unlucky boy really did something to make Zhao Wan stab his body with a sword, he could just say he didn't care and let the unlucky boy figure out a solution for himself.

But the truth is, this unlucky boy, he, he is really just an unlucky boy.

So this body, he still has to practice.

It's just that it's a time limit for him to try and make mistakes...

Mo Motang shook the mustard seeds in his hand lightly, and asked Zhao Wan, "Brother Zhao, how long can this thing keep his soul alive?"

Zhao Wan thought about it carefully, and said: "It's better not to exceed ten days."

One tenth, how many days.

ten days?

Yes, ten days.

Only ten days!

Mo Motang's heart ached heavily.

This description may not be very correct, but it is indeed a true portrayal of Mo Mo Tang's heart, Mo Mo Tang wants to cry but has no tears.

so good.

It happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival after ten days, so we can close the sect.

Thank you, poor boy, for finding work for me.

It would be better if there was no such thing.

woo woo woo woo……

Mo Motang immediately didn't dare to shake the mustard seed again, for fear that if he was not careful, this short period of ten days would disappear, but he stared so hard that his eyes were almost dull, and he didn't care that Zhao Wan's eyes fell on his eyebrows and eyes .

Zhao Wan was very puzzled.

As the sword master, the survival of the demon cultivator should not be something he needs to consider. In other words, he can reduce the number of demon cultivators because of meritorious service.

But the moment this innocent demon cultivator disappeared, he suddenly thought, would Mo Motang forgive him?

But from the moment when Zhao Wan took out the mustard seed, until the whole incident became clear, Shen Mo Tang never showed any blame or dissatisfaction with him, instead, he asked him not to care, and continued to calm his emotions.

Weird isn't it?

His identity requires him to be cautious, and he must be correct and perfect. No matter how great and glamorous this matter is in the eyes of the righteous or ordinary people, it is the same in the Double Moon Sect and the Mozun. shame.

is anger.

He avoided everyone's eyes and ears and sent the soul of this demon cultivator just to silence Tang's anger.

Zhao Wan didn't bear the anger she deserved.

After thinking for a long time, he still said: "Brother Shen, it was my sword that hurt him."

Shen Motang raised her eyes, her purple eyes were full of doubts, "Ang, I know, you said it earlier."

Zhao Wan didn't look away, she stared at Shen Mo Tang's eyes, those eyes were really beautiful, with clear light and moving outline, only him in them.

Mo Motang blinked quickly, "If it's possible..."

Zhao Wan could hardly control herself to avoid her gaze, she struggled for a while but held back, and said, "Brother Chen, please tell me."

Mo Motang was a little serious, "If possible, I'd better keep the sword away in the future, what if I meet someone who doesn't have long eyes again, what should I do?"

Zhao Wan was stunned immediately, and finally lowered her gaze after a long while, "I will keep this in mind."

"Oh, oh, there's more," Mo Motang suddenly remembered something, and his tone became agitated, "This mustard seed should be used as his medical expenses, and I won't return it to you."

Zhao Wan closed her eyes helplessly, nodded and said yes.

Mo Motang didn't forgive him, because he never blamed him from the beginning to the end.

This accident can really end with an accident.

There was a little sourness in his heart, and then it was replaced by some kind of joy. Zhao Wan raised his hand to touch his heart, not knowing what it meant.

It's just this kind of feeling, it seems not bad.

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Mo Mo Tang originally planned to take Zhao Wan to the training ground to see the training situation of the two masters and apprentices, so as to prove to him that Mi Ju is definitely not teaching Zhu Yuansi anything unscrupulous.

But there was a time bomb standing beside him, so it was inevitable that he felt a little uncomfortable, so he planned to let Zhao Wan go there on his own.

He can go through his memory and think of a way by himself.

Who knew that the first time he took human life as the demon king, it was to save people?

Mo Motang scratched his head, thinking about what to say to Zhao Wan.

I know you are worried about your little disciple, how about this, you go and see for yourself...?

It seemed that Zhao Wan never showed any signs of worry.

Or, is it too reassuring?

He can rest assured, after all, this is his territory, but what about Zhaowan?

Feel free to seek jealousy?

Speaking of a larger scope, don't worry about the Demon Sect?

Silent Tang smacked, smacked, no matter how hard he tried to find an excuse, the thought of "Zhaowan is the sword master, the righteous sword master" will be forced back at the first thought.

It would be better to say that the two of them can sit here properly and be called brother or brother, which is already a very bizarre thing.

But he also knew that the reason why this happened was because Mozong hadn't committed anything recently, believe it or not, Zhaowan was the first one to arrest him when something happened?

Therefore, there must be a sense of proportion and boundaries.

He only felt that Zhao Wan knew this better than him, and he would not continue to think about it further.

It took a long time to diverge, how should I tell Zhao Wan about this?

Are you not worried about Zhu Yuansi?

"Aren't you worried about Zhu Yuansi?"

The two of them were taken aback at the same time, Shen Motang never thought that he would say it like this, and stared at Zhao Wan's bewildered face in such a straightforward way and blinked, his empty mind could not remember that maybe It's time to make amends.

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You also know that this is the Demon Sect."

Zhao Wan slightly looked away, "He has his own judgment."

Mo Motang choked up and was speechless.

Well, it's really reassuring.

Don't worry you can't say that.

By the way, there is also the Changtian Sect, it is quite reassuring to be able to let the disciples out casually as free rangers.

Mo Motang thought about the description in the original book. Unlike his Shuangyue sect, which only had a front mountain and a back mountain, Changtian sect had more than 20 small hills in addition to five big mountains. There were many managers. Discipline varies.

He didn't know which mountain Zhu Yuansi belonged to, but he knew that it was definitely not the same mountain as Zhao Wan.

After all, there is no one else on Zhaowan's mountain except himself.

But how should I put it, Zhu Yuansi's second master, your ideas are quite advanced.

Eh?and many more.

What did he want to do in the first place?

Why does it seem to be far away.

Oh oh oh, let Zhao Wan go and see Zhu Yuansi's training by himself.

Yes, let him go.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan was lowering her eyes slightly, her long thick eyelashes blocked the scenery in her deep eyes, she had a kind of deep temperament, she was too handsome.

Mo Motang couldn't help but glanced a few more times.

In just a few glances, before he could say anything, a message talisman was delivered to him first.

strange.

It wasn't for Zhao Wan.

But when Shen Motang opened the communication talisman and had a panoramic view of the inside, the silver bracelet moved slightly, and a fire rose up, completely burning the communication talisman.

well.

Nothing happened.