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

Shen Motang's dazed brain couldn't turn around, and he didn't understand what happened for a long while.

Only the weight in the arms is real.

Mo Mo Tang stared at Zhao Wan's thick eyelashes for a long time, and finally connected the whole incident together, and became even more panicked.

In a hurry, she even forgot that she was still holding a cup in her hand, and hurriedly put it under Zhao Wan's nose, almost spilling the wine in the cup on Zhao Wan's body again.

Trembling, he put the cup in his hand back on the table, and then shook his hands to check Zhao Wan's breath.

It's okay, it's stable, and it shouldn't be an allergy.

Scared him to death woo woo woo woo.

Seeing that Zhao Wan agreed happily, he thought it was all right, if he had known earlier, he shouldn't have saved trouble and asked less.

So, Sword Master, is it true that you can't drink enough?

Did you not know it before?

This one by one, expose all the weaknesses to him, okay!

Mo Motang had nowhere to put his hands, and didn't know how to help him up.

There was also a problem with lifting it up, this chair was fine for a person to sit on, but Zhao Wan fell asleep right away!

Do you want people to lie on the table?

Just thinking about it makes me short of breath, and looks like a bully.

But he hasn't tidied up the house yet, and he planned to relax first, but he didn't relax enough, and became nervous instead.

Shen Motang took a few deep breaths to adjust his mood, looked around, and saw the couch under the red plum tree.

It's true that God never dies, I woo woo woo woo.

Mo Motang looked down at Zhao Wan again, gesticulating with his hands that had nowhere to rest, unable to figure out how to hug him up.

In other words, do you really need to hug?

But Zhao Wan was already in his arms, so it wasn't too bad.

No no no.

Even if Zhao Wan was already asleep, he was awake, besides, he had already been infected by Zhao Wan's blushing at every turn, and he felt awkward just thinking about it.

It's awkward.

Mo Motang's face became hot unconsciously while he was thinking wildly, he repeated "This is wrong" a few times, and simply put down his hands and tried to find another way.

During the movement, the silver bracelet on the wrist collided and made a ringing sound, and Mo Mo's mushy brain opened up on the spot.

That's right, he still has the magic weapon, so why do he have to move it by himself.

He was so excited that he forgot.

The silver bracelet turned slightly, Zhao Wan's body gradually floated into the air, after a lot of tossing, Mo Motang finally sent Zhao Wan to lie down on the small couch.

Almost broke a sweat.

But for a while, there should be no more surprises.

Shen Motang sighed, his gaze scanned Zhao Wan's sleeping face inch by inch, feeling a little emotional for no reason.

He always said that Zhao Wan was handsome and tall, and he seemed to have unconsciously placed Zhao Wan in a perfect situation.

It was an escape like a self-protection mechanism.

He always kept in mind their first encounter, not the one when he was taken to the back mountain by Zhao Wan when he was awake, but the real first encounter when he mistook him for his own demon because of his gloomy aura.

But now, Zhao Wan's body was not as oppressive as when she was awake, even the gloom had been covered up a lot, leaving only a slight fatigue.

Not just from today's day's schedule, but a side effect of years of not getting enough rest.

How can it be possible not to be tired after decades of work without breathing?

Mo Motang stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped between Zhao Wan's eyebrows, rubbing away the slightly frowning restlessness, then turned his hand and pulled out the blanket from Zhao Wan's side, and slowly covered Zhao Wan's body.

Since you fell asleep because of this glass of wine, let's sleep soundly.

The red plum petals fluttered down, and the corner of Shen Mo Tang's gaze was about to pounce on Zhao Wan's face.

Mo Motang panicked, and rushed to grab it, and finally blew the petals to the side, but his hand was caught suddenly.

Looking at it with a stiff neck, it really was Zhao Wan's hand.

In other words, besides Zhaowan, it couldn't be anyone else.

Silent Tang took a deep breath.

Are you so relaxed after falling asleep? ! ! !

Zhao Wan frowned again, Mo Mo Tang suddenly had a bad premonition.

Don't talk, please.

I do not want to hear.

It doesn't matter what you want to say or who you want to call by name.

don't open your mouth.

Don't open your mouth.

let me go.

Shen Motang secretly tried hard to pull his hand out, but Zhaowan lost all his strength, and his quiet struggle was all in vain.

Does this mean to make him exert all his strength?

But if it really wants to be like this, there will be a lot of movement.

Zhao Wan will wake up.

Glancing at Zhao Wan again, he didn't know what he was dreaming from, but he was very uneasy, but he didn't have the intention to speak out.

Fine, keep it up.

Mo Motang didn't stop praying in his heart, and his hands were still exerting strength.

D.

I really don't have this.

He already knew he was wrong, and there was no point in punishing him in this kind of place.

If Zhao Wan really wakes up, will it be good for anyone?

No.

Only two embarrassing big men will be harvested.

Let him go!

None of you know how Zhao Wan caught him.

Just, just, just held his hand completely in the palm of his hand, the kind that if his hand was smaller, the back of his hand could not be seen.

Forgive him.

He would be shy at this level!

"You really have a leg~"

A charming and smiling voice suddenly sounded, and Shen Motang was so frightened that he almost pulled out his hand regardless.

Her heart was beating wildly, Mo Motang couldn't even take her breath away, and hurriedly looked towards the source of the sound.

It's his wall.

Changqing leaned against the wall with her face propped up, her winking eyes curled up, and she said with a smile: "The lord is really unjust, you don't tell me about your tryst with others."

Mo Motang's heart stopped for a moment, and he blurted out, "Why tell you!"

Changqing raised his eyebrows, "Is this the lord's acknowledgment?"

Mo Motang reacted abruptly, "Admit it to a ghost! I have nothing to do with him."

Changqing just smiled and said nothing, turned his eyes slightly to look at the hands of the two who were still unable to separate, and nodded meaningfully.

Mo Motang frowned on the spot, and tried to pump hard, but he couldn't get it out. His mood was very complicated for a while, but his long-lasting laughter had already reached his ears.

Mo Mo Tang's heart was half cold, and he explained tenaciously: "He insisted on arresting me, and I can't break free."

Changqing still smiled meaningfully, "I understand, I understand."

Mo Motang is not stupid, he knows what a long smile means, he continued to struggle and said: "You have to trust me, I am your boss."

Changqing couldn't stop laughing, and even covered his mouth with the other hand when he heard the words, "My lord, I'm off work already."

In other words, it is no longer useful to use positions to suppress people.

Silent Tang took a deep breath.

Are you not afraid that you will be expelled tomorrow because you stepped into the study with your left foot first?

No, no, he is a conscience sect and cannot do this.

But I feel that his explanation is so pale and weak in the eyes of Changqing.

Mo Motang still wanted to struggle, but Changqing opened his mouth first: "Jianzun is asleep? The medicine given to him by the lord?"

Mo Motang didn't catch his breath, "No! What kind of medicine should I give him!"

Changqing finally showed a trace of regret, and sighed: "As the lord, I finally figured out how to take him down."

Mo Motang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "You, you, what are you thinking about every day? I can't do it with him!"

She showed a few white teeth with a long smile, stretched out her index finger and shook, "My lord, don't say that, after all, some things can't deceive people."

Mo Motang was about to go mad again, the silver bracelet on his wrist trembled slightly.

Changqing noticed, and quickly restrained his expression to make himself look more serious, "Isn't your lord curious about when I came?"

Shen Motang's mind was no longer clear, and he said directly: "When did you come?"

The expression that had been so easily restrained by the long-term love was broken in an instant, and the corners of the brows and eyes were instantly filled with a smile. He tapped the center of his brow twice with his index finger, and said slowly: "It's rare to see the Lord blushing."

Shen Motang froze suddenly.

Seeing that the effect had arrived, Changqing sped up his speech, "They are still waiting for me to eat, so I will go first, my lord."

After speaking, he quickly left.

But the matter of the meal was real, if it hadn't been for Changqing to go to Song Bai's place to meet Zhu Yuansi, I'm afraid he would not have known that Demon Lord wanted to keep Sword Lord overnight.

It's a pity for him not to get involved in such a rare thing, he lobbied Mozun several times to cultivate the way of love.

If you don’t cultivate, don’t cultivate. There must be something true.

The smile on the corner of Changqing's mouth deepened, and her steps became brisk.

But the only thing that is brisk is long love, Mo Mo Tang was already so stupid that he didn't even notice that Zhao Wan had already let go of his hand in a deep sleep.

blush?

he?

so early?

is that a lie.

In a daze, he turned around and sat on the edge of the small couch, his empty eyes wandered around, and he caught a glimpse of the wine cup on the table.

Shen Mo Tang stood up again, went to the front of the table and took a drink from the glass in one gulp.

Must be the alcohol.

definitely is.

Ok?

Why is there a cup over there?

Mo Motang reached out to take it, but found that the cup was empty.

The dull brain stared at the two empty cups, thinking about what he was thinking for a long time.

Speaking of which, Zhao Wan just took a sip, right?

And he, after drinking that cup, hasn't had time to pour a new one, right?

Taking a closer look at the seat, he was actually sitting opposite him just now, right?

The two cups let go at the same time, and they fell to the table with a few crisp sounds.

The heat surged up, and Shen Motang suddenly covered his mouth.

flushed.

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Long Love: The cp I knocked must be true! ! !