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

Early the next morning, the little devil, who was not sure whether the demon would get up early, sneaked up to the demon's room again, but unexpectedly, the demon was not in the room.

The little devils turned around and went to Mozun's study room, but they were not there.

I went to the main hall again, but it was not there.

Little devils, look at me and I look at you, panicked.

When the little devil hastily notified several guardians, and when he ran into Changqing talking about the situation on the road, the demon king floated back from the entrance of the sect like a wandering spirit.

Youhun, ah no, the Demon Lord is still the same Demon Lord, but his spirit is listless, and his eyes seem to be dead.

The big and small demons were all startled, they had never seen such an expression from the Demon Lord, what happened?

A group of people rushed to meet him, but they saw Mozun's eyelashes quivering slightly, and a tear fell down.

"I, I and Zhaowan are at odds."

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Back to last night, when Shen Motang saw Zhao Wan rushing towards him.

Zhao Wan shouldn't have appeared here at this time. He should have left Shuangyuezong after Shen Shentang's persuasion from get off work in the evening and the subsequent persuasion by the demons.

So no matter when Mo Motang woke up, he shouldn't see Zhao Wan on this day.

But Zhao Wan came, with his mission, and a full stomach of bad intentions.

It's not that Mo Motang doesn't want to think about it, it's just that there's really nothing for him to think about. Anyway, before he could say hello, Zhao Wan immediately covered him with a magic circle and teleported him to the outermost edge of the Shuangyuezong's long mountain range. The farthest periphery of the Shuangyue Sect.

Then, just ask him a question.

"Will the Demon Sect change?"

The dazed Shen Tang answered him in a dazed way, "Yes, of course, push me to do everything, if it doesn't change, I'm going to be exhausted."

After that, there is actually no further, Zhaowan Yujian ran away without him.

Yes!Did not take him! ! !

He was left alone on the cold cliff top in the middle of the night, listening to the sounds of beasts ringing everywhere, he didn't know how to use spells, magic weapons didn't work, and he didn't know the way! ! !

As a result, Mo Motang climbed the mountain all night.

With the help of magic weapons that are not very useful but better than nothing, he walked through every mountain belonging to the Shuangyue Sect.

Don't ask why it's every one of them, it's the magic weapon that tricks him!

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The little devils quickly brought tables and chairs, and prepared melon and fruit refreshments. They crowded around and let Shen Tang sit down. They all pricked up their ears and waited for his follow-up.

But Mo Mo Tang put on a wooden face and didn't mean to say anything, as if the tears were their illusion.

After drinking three cups of hot tea, he felt it was not enough and asked Changqing for two cups of strong wine. The smell of the wine made his pale face rosy, and his eyes that looked like he was about to die were vivid.

It won't work, really.

"Don't we have any great formations to protect the mountains, magic treasures to suppress the clan?"

The demon leaders looked at each other, and suddenly realized that the demon master had indeed said that he had lost part of his memory, otherwise he would never have forgotten that matter, but it was tacit understanding, and no one planned to answer.

Mo Motang felt strange, so he looked at Chang Qing, "Really?"

Changqing's smile was stiff, and her foxy eyes were no longer flattering, with a little embarrassment: "I used to have it."

He always felt that Changqing hadn't finished speaking, and then asked: "And then?"

Changqing looked at his face again and again, and then he made up his mind and replied: "It's broken, your lord broke it yourself, and said that it is not necessary."

Shen Motang lifted his hand up to say something, and then put down his hand in frustration. The silver bracelets collided between the movements, and the tone was crisp, but his mood was very complicated.

孽 孽!

Mo Motang started drinking without saying a word, the demon bosses felt strange, but they didn't understand what was wrong with him, so they quietly watched around him.

The pot of wine soon bottomed out, and Shen Motang's face became more and more rosy, not only the boyish face, but also his neck gradually turned pink, which seemed to have a tendency to spread downward.

Changqing struggled for a moment, then cautiously took half a step towards him, "My lord?"

Shen Mo Tang responded without changing his face, grabbed the teapot and poured tea for himself.

It turns out that it is not necessary to drink...

When the little devils pushed each other and hesitated whether to refill Momentang's tea, Momentang stopped holding the teapot.

"Was the mountain protection formation before us or the clan treasure?"

The breathing of the devils stagnated for a moment, and Changqing turned his back and took two deep breaths quickly. Then he calmed down a little and put on a smile again. It's called Double Moon."

It is also the origin of the name of Shuangyuezong.

Changqing didn't mention this matter, but the incomplete memory in Mo Motang's mind automatically made it up for him.

Mo Motang nodded, although he couldn't help much.

He doesn't know how to refine magic weapons. Even if he was determined to get back the original owner's cultivation base when he climbed the third mountain, he didn't think he could succeed in refining such a powerful thing for a while. .

The same is true for the array, but it is more likely than the magic weapon.

After drinking too much, my stomach felt a little full, so I put down the kettle and pushed it away, Mo Motang continued to challenge the hearts of the devils, "Forget it, let's set up a mountain protection formation first, is there anyone in the sect who is good at formations?"

The demon bosses looked at each other, and all their blank eyes fell on him.

Um?The original owner is still a double repairer?

How did this thunder smash his memory of saving his life so accurately?

Mo Motang took a deep breath and said bravely, "Who else?"

The devils looked at each other again, then shook their heads.

Demonic cultivators are divided into wild and fallen demons. Most of the wild ones pursue the most primitive way of fighting. They temper their own bodies and expand on this basis. There are more cases of fallen demons, but unfortunately, Shuangyue Zong really didn't have anyone who was proficient in formations, let alone formations of this level.

Mo Motang almost couldn't hold back his anger and poured a few glasses of water.

There was a little devil who couldn't hold back his words. Seeing that no one was going to ask, he held back for a long time before he couldn't hold back and opened his mouth, "Master, you are not in the sect, could it be that you are going to see Zhao Wan?"

You must know that Mo Motang can't listen to this now, so he immediately got up, frowned, and spoke with a rush, "Why do I see him, what's so good about him, who doesn't have two eyes and one mouth, which one is not prettier than him?" .”

The little devil thought about it silently, and always felt that the focus was wrong, but when it comes to good-looking, apart from the Demon Venerable, the Zongzhong probably counted Changqing. The little devil sneaked his eyes to Changqing, and then shook in his heart. Shake your head.

No, no, it's different, the devil's good looks are because he doesn't know the innocence of Fengyue, and the long-term good looks are the lingering charm, but Zhao Wan is the cruelty and coldness of the wind and frost on the battlefield.

The little devil was still comparing secretly in his heart, but he was noticed by Changqing before he could come to a conclusion, and the brows and eyes that were born with affection immediately glared at him sharply, making the little devil shrink back in fright.

With a stabbing sound, Mo Motang stood up abruptly, almost knocking down the chair, "It's not good to look good."

Changqing gave up haggling with the little devil, but couldn't help rolling her eyes. Didn't she think he was a good-looking parent?

Shen Motang heard the bell again, but he went away in the middle of the night and drank a pot of wine again. His mind was really not clear, and his sense of time, which was already chaotic, became more and more chaotic. When he turned his head to look at the sun, it only felt dazzling, and his heart immediately became cold. .

It will never be five o'clock in the sun.

Luckily, he asked, "What time is it now?"

Changqing replied: "It should be just at Chenshi."

That is seven o'clock in the morning.

Mo Mo Tang sat back down again, not much time for him to rest.

Seeing his dejected look, all the demon leaders secretly rejoiced for a moment, glad that he didn't push back the chair when he just stood up, otherwise he would have to fall and squat in front of them.

Is that worth it?

Shen Motang leaned on the back of the chair and digested the bad news alone, and was about to sigh when he suddenly felt something was wrong, "Why are you looking at me?"

The demon bosses looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Mo Motang struggled to raise his weak arm and waved it, "What should I do?"

After all, he closed his eyes and took a rest. After all, the mountains are cooler, and the harsh sunlight is just comfortable for him. Instead of going back to his room, it is better to let him rest on the spot.

The demon bosses were startled by his falling asleep in a second, and a few bold ones moved closer to him to make sure he was breathing before turning around and nodding, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

But he began to hesitate again, is it really okay for the demon king to sleep in this kind of place?Is it okay for them to leave like this?

Suddenly, Mo Motang opened his eyes, frightened the little devil who hadn't had time to move away, as if he didn't see it, he said directly: "Where is the study?"

The air suddenly became quiet, and a dozen hands pointed in one direction. It was a not-so-high tower.

Mo Motang looked over, nodded to show that he understood, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

But he didn't notice that besides the neat hands, the same neat eyes were staring at him.

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