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

Mo Motang was feeding the black mist with magic energy, thinking about letting him out and putting him in a shell to try later.

Even Zhao Wan couldn't see from the separated two bodies how well the black mist fit the "tiger" he created.

So people have to come out.

The unlucky child's self-cultivation is not high, if it is high, it won't happen. In short, he has to be careful when he feeds the demonic energy. He didn't pay attention when he came up and poured it suddenly, which almost knocked the child unconscious.

If it wasn't for Zhao Wan's quick reaction to stop him, I'm afraid he would really have to be buried.

Mo Motang was afraid after a good meal.

Because of the "Ah Wan" he kept calling, the unlucky boy didn't know Zhao Wan's true identity until now, and he just thought it was some unknown devil in the Zongli.

It is also convenient for him to act.

Otherwise, if the unlucky child knew that his body was not only destroyed by the collision, but also the sword master, what a wonderful situation it would be.

If the unlucky kid still had the guts to call himself a young master, he would want to take a look.

Zhao Wan had been standing beside him silently, basically not taking the initiative to speak, he would answer whenever he asked, and he would not answer if he didn't ask, An'an even kept his eyes fixed on him, and he didn't look around at all.

Mo Mo Tangxin said that he was worried, don't look at him pinching the silver clay as easily as he is pinching plasticine, that's because the silver clay has been a part of his magic weapon since the successful refining, and it's just a matter of replacing it with someone else. Stolen and unusable.

Instead, it wasted space.

But he didn't know what to say to people. If he talked too much, he always felt like probing someone's family background, so he turned his head to investigate the family background of the unlucky child.

The unlucky child couldn't even feel his own state, a cloud of black mist rolled up and drifted away, like a pendant.

Mo Motang stared at it for a while, then suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The unlucky child was stunned for a moment, and replied truthfully, "Black mist."

Mo Motang couldn't hold back and covered his face.

Can you be more perfunctory?

He remained silent for a long time, which made Heiwu a little uneasy, thinking that he was going to inscription on his tombstone, everyone panicked, "Honorable Lord, what's wrong? Can I really be saved?"

Mo Mo Tangxin said that if the child was a ten thousandth cautious when running around, he wouldn't be like this, sighed and said: "Just ask, if it doesn't help, I will leave you alone, you can relax. "

Hei Wu embarrassedly smiled a few times, and thanked him a few times.

Mo Mo Tang didn't care if he thanked him or not, and asked again: "Do you like tigers?"

Startled, Hei Wu stuttered, "I, I, I, I don't know him well!"

In response to this, someone in his clan called him a tiger?

How come your names are so random!

Mo Motang was stunned, calmed down and said, "It's not him, it's the animal tiger."

Hei Wu answered quickly, with a somewhat excited tone, "I prefer Black Panther."

After speaking, he smirked and said, "After all, my original form is a black panther."

Zhao Wan silently glanced at him.

Shen Motang also silently looked back, resigned himself to erasing the "king" on the "tiger"'s head, pointed to the silverware and mouthed to Zhao Wan: "Black panther, domineering."

Zhao Wan was stunned for a moment, then nodded for sure.

Mo Motang was very satisfied, seeing that the feeding was almost done, he said to Hei Wu: "I want to transfer you, just relax and follow my instructions."

Hei Wu immediately said: "Understood."

Open the mustard seed and drag the soul out and stuff it into the "Black Panther". At least initially, the black mist did not pop out or have any other reactions, so he said silently: "Move."

"Black Panther" didn't move at all.

Mo Motang let out a doubt, "Did you move?"

Black mist: "I'm working hard."

The sound was still transmitted to him, which meant that not only could he not move, but none of his five senses could work.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan, "Can you see the reason?"

Zhao Wan nodded and said, "The container is too big."

Mo Mo Tangfu looked at the "Black Panther" again. He obviously only used a ball of silver clay the size of a palm, and the "Black Panther" he squeezed out was naturally not too big. How could it be so big?

But when it is too big, it is too big, Mo Motang put the black mist back into the mustard seeds, and cut off half of the silver mud neatly, planning to pinch it again.

Zhao Wan interrupted: "It can be cut in half again."

Eh?

How small that is.

Mo Motang still obeyed the suggestion, and made the "Black Panther" hollow when pinching again, otherwise it would be too small, and people might not be able to see it.

However, Black Panther.

Mo Mo Tang thought of something, and suddenly reached out to the mustard seed, and touched the layer containing the monster spirit core, after searching for a long time, he finally found a spirit core.

Some kind of black panther, it seems to be called a whip-tailed black panther, the whole tail is a bladed whip, which hurts people all the time.

Mo Motang thought for a while, but let him out first, and put him in the remodeled "Black Panther".

When the black mist spread along the silverware, he stopped moving and looked directly at Zhaowan.

Let the black mist go to the side, Zhao Wan said it was big, he would just pull out a part, and if it was small, he would add a little more, after a few times, he was able to let go of the black mist's soul.

But can't move.

Mo Mo Tang didn't put the person back into a mustard seed any more. While nourishing the soul with devil energy, he kneaded the spirit core in, and then fine-tuned according to Zhao Wan's prompts.

Although the progress could not be said to be smooth, the spiritual core seemed to be very effective, and Zhao Wan definitely said that the degree of adaptation had improved.

So happy that Mo Motang took out a few more and rubbed them in.

Then it dropped because it was too much.

Mo Motang could only take it out again.

After working for a long time, the hour clock rang happily, and the black mist didn't even move.

Mo Motang saw that the black mist was in good condition, even under the nourishment of his devilish energy, the mist became a bit thicker, so he simply put him back into a mustard seed, waved his big hand and said to Zhao Wan: "Get off work, continue tomorrow."

Although Zhao Wan was puzzled, she still nodded and said, "It's hard work."

Shen Motang shook his head, and didn't feel how hard it was. He looked up at Fang Ding, and suddenly understood what this studio meant.

The original owner just needed a stable environment to refine the silver clay in the cauldron, and as for refining magic tools based on the silver clay, there was no need for a specific location.

No wonder the original owner can be respected, the skill of hand-crafted crafting is against the heavens wherever it is placed.

In other words, if it wasn't for the convenience of access, the two of them didn't even need to come here specially.

At least now that a case has been settled, he doesn't need to come back for debugging in the future.

Unless he tossed too much, so that the silver clay could no longer be used.

Bah, bah, don't say such unlucky words.

Mo Motang stretched his waist, and then said to Zhao Wan: "You are the one, please."

Zhao Wan also shook her head, avoiding her gaze.

Mo Motang lowered his head and took a look after he realized it, and immediately obediently followed the corner of his clothes.

Surprisingly, he forgot about it again.

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In the evening, Song Bai planned to invite someone to dinner again, Zhu Yuansi was embarrassed to refuse, but Zhu Yuansi didn't have bigu, so he really had to find a place to eat, or he could only eat bigu pill for a few days.

Miju made some calculations, and felt that the timing of Zhu Yuansi's meal would not affect anything, so she urged people to go.

Of course, I just wish Yuan Si herself, and Mi Ju doesn't intend to go.

Shen Motang doesn't plan to go here either. After getting used to skipping meals, it would be too much for Mr. Song to take special care of him for two consecutive meals.

So Mo Motang asked Xiang Zhaowan, "Master Song asked if you want to go over for dinner, will you go?"

Zhao Wan asked back, "Brother Shen, are you going?"

Shen Motang shook his head, folded up the communication talisman and took out Zhang Xin's plan to write back to Song Bai, "I won't go."

Zhao Wan suddenly stopped, Mo Mo Tang also stopped, turned around to look, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Wan just shook her head, and followed, "I won't go anymore, please apologize to Mr. Song for me."

Shen Motang nodded in response, turned around and continued walking.

Since they are not going, he will take Zhao Wan back to the yard.

After all, if you tell people to let people live in your own yard, you can't go back on your word, can you?

There are still vacant rooms in the yard, which can be accommodated with a little tidying up.

But how?

It always feels like it's not a good look.

Mo Motang suddenly felt a little regretful, she shouldn't have been too impulsive in the first place.

It can only be said that fortunately there is no impulse to let people sleep in their own room, that is the real death.

Mo Motang pushed open the courtyard door to welcome Zhao Wan in, and just before he was about to come in, he hurriedly reached out his hand to stop him, and covered the flowers and trees in the hospital with a large area, and then let him in with a sigh of relief.

Zhao Wan was puzzled at first, but suddenly understood something when she saw the prosperity in the courtyard that had not yet withered, and thanked Shen Motang, a feeling of warmth aroused in her heart.

Shen Motang waved his hands and walked towards the small couch under the red plum tree, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned around and asked, "Ah Wan, can you have a drink with me?"

It would be a waste to enjoy the flowers while the flowers are still in bloom.

yeah yeah yeah.

Mo Mo Tang's mouth was about to overflow with a smile, and he looked at Zhao Wan eagerly, full of anticipation.

Zhaowan hesitated for a moment, but agreed to him.

Mo Motang happily prepared the tables and chairs for Zhao Wan to sit down, then happily took out the wine cup and poured wine, handed a glass to Zhao Wan, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Ah Wan, for today."

Zhao Wan also toasted, "Brother Shen, you are welcome."

Mo Motang said again: "Ah Wan is really polite."

Before Zhao Wan could react, he drank it all in one gulp, praised the good wine, and then looked at Zhao Wan, "Ah Wan is not used to drinking?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, raised her cup and took a small sip.

wow-

It was too late to say it, but then it was too late, Zhao Wan's body tilted and was about to fall to the ground, Mo Motang quickly stretched out his hand to lift up... the cup.

He had never reacted so quickly in his life, looking down at Zhao Wan who had fallen asleep and put all his weight on his arms, he couldn't react for a while.

He, did he get into trouble?

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Well done (boom