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

The strong wind rises, the silver bells shake restlessly, and the initial peace is fleeting.

Zhao Wan was dazed, and took back the steps she had just taken, but the vision did not stop.

Mo Motang hurriedly grabbed the silver bracelet and wanted to turn it off, but he didn't know that it didn't work well when he encountered any of them. If this continues, it may cause another wave of onlookers.

This was Shen Motang's mistake, he didn't expect the bell to be used in such a way, and he usually didn't see the trigger when he took Zhaowan with him a few times, who knew that it would be impossible to leave Zhaowan alone?

Mo Motang said "Sorry" in his mouth, and kept his hands, looking for it if he couldn't find it, and finally planned to pull the silver bell behind his head.

Zhao Wan was startled by his rough actions, and was about to stop it immediately, but Mo Motang couldn't pull it off for a long time, she gritted her teeth and rushed over, grabbed his hand and dragged him into the room.

The sharper ringtone stopped suddenly.

The strong wind that was going to blow people out also subsided gradually, Shen Mo Tang exhaled a breath, and immediately felt a lot of peace in his heart.

Turning to look at Zhao Wan, before she could speak, she saw Zhao Wan lowered her head and looked sideways, even the roots of her ears were red.

Eh?

what happened?

The wind lifted his clothes?

Mo Motang looked down, the clothes were in good condition, but, but he seemed to know why...

In his desperation, he unexpectedly held Zhao Wan's hand accurately.

Warm and dry for less rough hands.

It was a circle bigger than his hand, with even length and beautiful shape, and the touch was similar to what he imagined, or even better.

Mo Mo Tang moved his thumb to touch it, but the person in his hand froze. He was shocked and let go of his hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Zhao Wan firmly nodded.

It was obvious that his neck was going to be red.

Mo Motang was even more guilty, his face became hot at the same time, and he said anxiously: "There will be no next time, and this bell is also the same. I will change it immediately."

Zhao Wan finally found her voice, "It's okay."

Although it sounds the same as usual, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be pretending to be strong.

Mo Motang couldn't stop crying in his heart, if God gave him another chance, he would definitely come in with Zhao Wan.

Alarms and all, he might as well not know what they were for.

The number of times was too many, Zhao Wan seemed to have found a way to quickly suppress the blushing, she used her spiritual power for a few breaths, and the red skin turned into a pale pink visible to the naked eye.

Mo Motang felt ashamed, but he still couldn't help howling in his heart.

Whether it's normal or pink, it doesn't affect your handsomeness at all!

Zhao Wan has almost recovered, his brain has been down for a long time, but he did not forget about the business when he restarted, his gaze was still a bit erratic, as if he had made a huge determination to meet his gaze, "Brother Shen, don't worry, let's go. "

After all, the responsibility for this matter lies with him. If he hadn't touched that again, the situation would be much better than it is now. Mo Motang blinked in embarrassment, and said dryly: "Then, Brother Zhao, please come with me."

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The basement is divided into two completely different spaces by a mustard. Going straight down is the original basement, where some unpopular or outdated instruments and exercises are stored.

And with a little trick, he can enter his studio.

This is the first time for Mo Motang to come here, and he also hopes that a specific memory will be triggered in a specific environment.

If he still can't remember, then he can only drag Zhao Wan to clean up the place with him.

His studio didn't have any name that could be called, but after the above series of episodes, his studio managed to have a not so decent name - Hell.

Cough, just kidding.

At least for the time being, he didn't really want to go there.

Not to mention pulling Zhao Wan along.

The stairs leading to the basement were dark and unclear, as if some treatment had been done, and the light from above could not see into it at all.

Mo Motang didn't even take out the Ye Mingzhu, the silver bracelet on his wrist spontaneously emitted light, softly illuminating the entire passage.

He walked in front of Zhao Wan, and his limbs were still a little uncoordinated.

No matter what, it was considered to be taking advantage of others. The quieter the time, the more embarrassing things would come out of his mind, and Shen Motang couldn't control it.

As for the one who was taken advantage of, memories also uncontrollably emerged in his mind.

Zhao Wan doesn't dislike the contact with Shen Motang, even, how should I describe it?

Zhao Wan clenched her fists, trying to grasp the remaining touch.

That hand was slender and slender, slightly smaller than his, soft and slightly cool.

The scent of flowers blown up by the wind coincided with the faint scent of Mo Mo Tang's body, and turned into soft little paws, gently scratching his heart.

The sound of heartbeat broke the silence, and Zhaowan's ears were filled with panic.

Zhaowan's face was about to start to heat up again, and she had to use her spiritual power a few times before she could suppress her abnormal mind. Shen Motang in front of her suddenly stopped, took a step to the side to make room for him, and turned her head to look at him.

His clear purple eyes blinked, and he said, "It's here."

Zhaowan nodded, and stepped forward to stand beside Shen Motang.

The two of them entered together, unlike the dark passage outside, although there was no obvious light source inside, it was as bright as day.

And indeed, as Mo Motang expected, as long as someone carries it, no agency alarm will be triggered.

If there is one here.

Mo Motang was not sure about this point, after all, no one would come in this kind of place except the original owner, but he still breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced sideways at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan lowered his eyes, didn't look around, and almost followed the rules The words are engraved on the face.

But it didn't do any harm to him, so Mo Motang stopped caring about him and looked around instead.

The inside of Mustard Seed is very large, unlike what Shen Motang imagined, there is no equipment for blacksmithing, and there is no hot furnace, only a square of alchemy is placed in the center.

But apart from this Fang Dan Ding, there is nothing else here.

He went wrong?

Mo Motang became puzzled, thinking that he couldn't see anything just by looking, so he went forward to take a closer look.

Zhaowan hesitated for a moment, but did not move.

Mo Motang walked to the Dan Ding on his own, and it really wasn't that big as it looked, it was around his ribs, a little more than one meter in diameter.

I stretched out my hand and patted it, but I couldn't see any material. The sound of tapping was very dull, but it should be metal.

Could it be that the original owner really used this thing to refine the weapon?

Then it can't be called Dan Ding, Qi Ding?

Instinctively, Mo Motang opened the lid of the tripod, and saw a piece of radiant metal slowly changing its shape.

This is the material used for his silver bracelets and even silver bells.

Not real silver.

It was something refined by the original owner, something that looked like silver.

Mo Motang couldn't help showing a smile, he knew how to make a container for that unlucky boy, so he suddenly turned to face Zhao Wan, and called out, "Ah Wan."

Zhao Wan raised her eyes and met Shen Mo Tang's bright purple eyes.

Mo Motang proudly patted Ding beside him, "Let's try it first."

-

Hei Wu was very nervous at this time, Mozun was finally willing to communicate with him again after leaving him alone for a long time, but only asked him what he liked.

Hei Wu struggled for a long time, and squeezed out a "what" from between his teeth.

Then, the Demon Venerable ignored him.

She didn't lock him up again, and Xixi Suosuo didn't know what she was doing.

Oh, I forgot to mention, the Demon Lord only let in his voice, but he still couldn't see the Demon Lord, and he still didn't know where he was.

Could it be, could it be that Demon Venerable was preparing an urn for him?

Because he can't get out?

Mozun, please insist a little longer, he doesn't like urns;_;.

After struggling for a long time again, Hei Wu gritted his teeth and shouted: "My lord, I think I can still be saved!"

Mo Motang almost threw the silver clay on the ground with a shake of his hand, "Huh?"

Hei Wu was heartbroken and continued: "I have an old man and a young man, I have to go out woo woo woo."

Mo Motang couldn't hold back his breath, looked at Zhao Wan in a blink of an eye, and asked doubtfully, "Did you poke his brain?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, raised her finger to her heart, "Probably here."

Hei Wu was still crying, Mo Motang reached out to knock on the mustard seeds that filled him, Hei Wu thought he was going to shut him down again, so he let out a sharp roar before dying (?), "My lord—"

"Help me woo woo woo..."

Mo Mo's head was about to grow big, "What are you doing, you are being rescued, don't panic, and don't make noise."

Hei Mist half-believingly asked: "Really?"

Mo Motang: "Really, really."

He looked at Zhao Wan who was deaf, "Ah Wan, can I do this?"

Asking Mo Motang to refine a body out of thin air is probably not to let him go to heaven, so simply, Mo Mo Tang planned to use the silver mud as a base to refine a "magic weapon".

Zhao Wan silently looked at the little beast that had just taken shape in Mo Motang's hands. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't tell whether it was a cat or a dog. He hesitated, "May I ask Brother Shen?"

Mo Motang smiled and said triumphantly, "Tiger, be aggressive."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, not knowing whether to say yes or not.

On the contrary, Mo Motang also became puzzled when he saw it, "Isn't it like it?"

Mo Motang turned the silverware in his hand to himself, rubbing his chin to figure it out.

The ears are ears, the tail is a tail, and he even painted the character "King" on his forehead, isn't it so different?

As for the black mist, he didn't understand.

What tiger?

Tiger what?

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