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

Mo Mo Tang didn't want to tidy up anymore, and sent Zhao Wan and the blanket into her room with her eyes closed.

He won't even set foot in the room tonight!

He wants to sit outside until the end of time.

But he didn't want to see the scene of the accident any more, so he decisively turned left when he went out, and moved to the other side of Hongmei.

Out of sight, out of mind, as long as he can't see, he can pretend nothing happened.

Right, that is it.

Taking out a small couch again, Mo Motang sat down slumped, and took out a few jars of unopened wine from the mustard seeds, without taking the cup, and directly held the wine jar to drink.

It's hard work for Mr. Song to buy these wines for him. I'm afraid he won't come home drunk today.

That's right, it's not his problem.

All because of alcohol.

He wants to prove it.

But, to whom?

Mo Motang didn't know.

Zhao Wan has been asleep the whole time, knowing nothing from the beginning to the end, and he doesn't need to prove anything.

Changqing already had the answer in his heart, and no matter what he said, it would be difficult to change it.

So why would he want a proof?

to himself?

Mo Motang shook his head, letting go of his troubled thoughts.

His body gradually warmed up, Shen Mo Tang shook the empty wine jar, put it aside casually, and made another seal.

The moon climbed up the branch and hung the tree with Xingzi, the chaotic heartbeat gradually calmed down, Shen Motang sighed.

-

Zhao Wan stood in front of Shen Motang for a long time.

The sun completely broke through the cover of the mountains, and sprinkled warmth here, in front of him.

He didn't quite understand why Mo Motang slept here, nor did he understand what happened after he lost consciousness.

But he also seemed to understand something, for example, he was not strong enough to drink, for example, he slept until dawn after a long absence, for example, he woke up from Shen Motang's bed, and...

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes and looked at the blanket in her hand.

He has an impression of this blanket, it is often placed on Shen Motang's couch and draped over Shen Motang's body.

But last night, Mo Motang left him the blanket.

Her heart beat inexplicably faster, Zhao Wan exhaled slowly, and stepped forward to return the blanket to Shen Tang.

The body was suddenly fixed.

Zhao Wan was stunned for a moment, then visually measured the distance between herself and Shen Mo Tang, it was no more, no less, exactly three feet.

It turned out to be the case.

Zhao Wan immediately retreated and exited the range of the barrier.

Stretching out her hand to pass the blanket to the edge of the area, Zhao Wan suddenly said, "This is his, can you pass it to him?"

Nothing happened.

Zhao Wan ruled out a guess in her mind, turned her eyes to Mo Motang, "Can I return it to you?"

Mo Mo Tang seemed to feel something, his brows frowned slightly, and then turned his head away.

Zhao Wan was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Offended."

With firm eyes, Zhao Wan stepped into the barrier step by step amidst obstacles.

The hem of the clothes, the ends of his hair, and his breath, like being immersed in the thick deep sea, move with the waves, but it is difficult to follow his footsteps.

He didn't try to resist, but accepted everything about Mo Motang with the purest body.

He stood in front of Shen Motang.

The faint smell of alcohol rushed to his face, staining the tips of his ears red.

He really can't drink, he thought.

Gently shake off the blanket, and slowly put it over Shen Motang's waist, covering the white waist exposed by the casual sleep.

Shen Motang slept peacefully, the tips of her hair were swirling and scattered on the pillow, and her slightly green face also looked soft.

Zhao Wan lowered her gaze.

Exiting the barrier without hindrance, Zhao Wan bent down to pick up the long sword that fell on the ground, but raised her eyes to catch a falling red plum.

-

"...Honorable Lord, why do you..."

Chang Qing's voice was far and near unheard, Mo Mo Tang only thought that he was still dreaming, and resolutely turned over.

Changqing felt urgent on the spot, "Wake up, my lord, it's already noon..."

The calls continued.

Mo Motang replied in a daze, "Huh?"

After a long time, he shouted more diligently.

If possible, he would also like to step forward and pat him to wake him up.

But I don’t know if you still remember, there is a layer of enchantment around the body of the sleeping demon, a strange barrier that specifically blocks people and things.

In other words, long-term love cannot be approached.

Not only long-term love, nothing can get close.

So he can only shout.

Looking at the completely sealed letter paper in his hand, he struggled for a long time before finally letting go of his breath.

The letter was specially found by Zhao Wan before he left. Just now, he asked him to hand it over to Mozun after he woke up, and then left in a hurry.

I'm afraid Chang Tianzong sent some urgent missions to need Zhao Wan.

No matter what, it took one night plus one morning, and if something happened, it should have happened. Zhao Wan came and went in a hurry, and there was no sign of anything on his face.

Changqing can only transfer the target to the letter in his hand, and looked at it for a long time with great interest, but he didn't even see a single word.

That's right, after all, it's going to be handed over to the Demon Lord, so how can others see it at will?

Although it is not random.

Changqing retracted her magic silk, and ran here with the mentality of eating melons and watching a show, but only saw the demon king lying in a corner, drank a lot of wine, and slept soundly.

With this blocking barrier, it's no wonder that Zhao Wan had to find someone to help carry the letter.

But the true way of love will not be afraid of obstacles in the world, and will not be discouraged at all in long-term love. No matter what happens, you have to call someone up and ask to be sure?

However, Shen Motang's consciousness is not very clear, and it takes a long time to respond after a long cry. It seems that he also tried to open his eyes, but of course it ended in failure.

There is no way out of long-term love, wishing to pull a chair from the other side to sit down and stand in a stalemate with Shen Motang, using the letter paper as a fan, and suddenly said: "My lord, Zhao Wan left a letter for you."

Shen Motang still answered vaguely, opened his eyes suddenly and sat up after a long while, "Leaving?"

Changqing was taken aback, nodded and said, "Yes, let's go."

Mo Motang got up a little bit violently, coupled with the hangover, he felt dizzy after a while, so he quickly supported him and asked, "What letter?"

No matter how people are already awake, Changqing has never seen or heard that the enchantment was still there when the Demon Lord woke up, he hesitated for a moment, then tentatively stepped forward, and handed the letter paper in his hand to Mo Motang.

unobstructed.

Changqing breathed a sigh of relief, quietly peeking at Shen Tang's movements.

Mo Motang was about to reach out his hand, but was stopped by the blanket on his body, and he didn't even answer the letter for a moment, picked up a corner of the blanket and asked Changqing doubtfully, "You covered me?"

Changqing shook his head, and also felt strange, "Honorable Lord has a barrier to protect his body when he sleeps, so I can't get close."

Mo Motang stared at the blanket for a while, but his mind still couldn't believe it.

It's not that he doesn't know about the enchantment after he fell asleep, but shouldn't this blanket be on Zhao Wan's body?How could you come to him?

supernatural event?

Or did he sleepwalk in the middle of the night and grab the quilt with someone?

Mo Motang shuddered fiercely.

The supernatural events are also good.

I have cultivated immortals and demons, is it strange that there are some supernatural phenomena?

Not surprising, not at all.

Mo Motang brainwashed himself over and over again, and was unwilling to accept the fact that he was sleepwalking.

No, where did the facts come from?

False, all false.

Seeing his strange reaction, Changqing couldn't help shaking the letter paper in his hand, "My lord?"

Mo Motang came back to his senses, reached out to take the letter paper, but when he was about to open it, he caught a long and probing look, waved his hand and said: "No peeking."

Changqing was not angry, and a smile appeared, "Then the lord will tell me what is written in it later."

Mo Motang: "?"

Mo Motang: "Why tell you?"

The winking eyes lingered, Chang Qing only smiled and turned around, "Your Majesty, let's take a look first."

weird.

Mo Motang unsealed the seal, and Zhao Wan's handwriting immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

[Brother Shen, this communication is really disturbing, but I can't apologize for the time being due to urgent matters, and I will come to the door to apologize in the future, hope brother Shen is happy. 】

Mo Motang suddenly felt a jump in his heart, obviously guilty.

There is no need for Zhao Wan to apologize, it is too late for him to thank Zhao Wan!

After all, it was his own little devil who caused the trouble first, Zhao Wan's ability to ignore his identity and bring him back was already the best of humanity.

Cough, I can't tell you what happened after get off work yesterday, so let's not talk about it.

It's not a simple matter of who will apologize and thank you.

Besides, he is the only one who is sober, and as for long-term love...

Mo Motang glanced at it, "You shouldn't be talking nonsense."

Changqing only felt a chill behind him, but he still smiled and said: "What is the Lord saying, you should trust me, I am your most loyal subordinate."

Mo Motang suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, "Stop being so talkative, I'm serious."

loyalty?

Talk to the devil about loyalty?

Believe it or not, he is skeptical anyway.

It is not clear that it is a good devil to plot against him, and Mo Motang firmly believes in this.

Changqing laughed out loud, and then said seriously: "I didn't say anything, but there should be quite a few people who saw it."

Mo Motang was startled, "What do you mean?"

Changqing didn't turn around, and pointed directly at the gate of the courtyard, "The lord has many followers, and Zhaowan has been seen by people when he goes in and out, but..."

Mo Motang wondered: "But?"

The long smile deepened, "But as your loyal subordinate, I have warned them to shut up at the right time."

This "timely" is very subtle.

Silent Tang frowned.

But what is he afraid of when he walks upright and sits upright?

If there were any questions, he would like to see who would come forward to question him first.

Thinking about it, Mo Motang took a deep breath, no longer obsessed with the loyal words spoken by his loyal long-term love, and lowered his head to continue to read the letter left by Zhao Wan.

The one just now is just the beginning, and the focus is all on the bottom.

It was Zhao Wan who said that he might not be able to come for a while, and gave him a little suggestion about refining the container for the black mist.

To be precise, it is some remedies to improve the fitness.

This is not the key point, the key point is that Zhao Wan even included a simple method of checking the degree of fitness, in case Mo Mo Tang could understand it, the words should be as abstract as possible.

Mo Motang knew every word, but when combined together, she couldn't understand it at all, so she simply gave up and continued to read.

Refining the container given to Hei Mist into a magic weapon is much more troublesome than refining a new body for Hei Mist, Zhao Wan has never intervened, only helping him achieve this goal.

Mo Motang was very moved, but he really couldn't understand.

At the end of the letter, Zhao Wan wrote:

[Last night, thank you. 】

He obviously planned to forget it!

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how can i forget owo