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

Mo Motang yawned, and let the crippled Hei Wu run around on the desk to draw him. To be precise, he recorded the achievements of the Houshan devils in recent days on the drawings he gave.

After all, there are some problems with the seasons, and the seeds of the crops have not been fully sown, but other than that, whether it is the breeding of livestock or the acquisition of materials for various parts of monsters, the progress is not bad.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th. According to predictions, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sect will be closed.

In the past few days, he has not been idle, and after a long time of tossing, he finally forged the "magic weapon" black mist into shape.

But obviously, there are still imperfections.

Mo Motang tried his best to create the black panther that Hei Wu likes, but the result is just as you can see, the palm is big, he can run and jump but he is a little lame.

Who knew that he shortened his hind legs a little bit when he was finalized?

Accidents are accidents.

He was afraid that another movement would make the black mist unable to move again, so he never dared to make up for it, so he had no choice but to hope that the black mist would adapt to it after a while, and then change its shape by itself.

In this way, it will be sooner or later to transform into a human form.

But it depends on Hei Wu's ability to adapt, he is not easy to interfere.

Speaking of which, the letter left by Zhao Wan helped him a lot to make it successfully within ten days. Let alone whether those folk remedies are correct or not, at least the thinking is correct.

Although he has never learned how to look at the so-called fitness.

No, no, it's already a personal innate skill, he didn't expect to learn it by himself, and he believed that he would never encounter such a thing again.

He left the black mist in the study only temporarily. If there is no problem in two days, he is more inclined to send the person to Changqing.

It is believed that his busy deputy suzerain will need a small helper.

As written in Zhaowan's letter, Zhaowan hadn't come for a long time, or he hadn't come since that day.

Zhu Yuansi stayed at Shuangyuezong for two nights in a row. Under the high-intensity training of Mijiu, even raising his arms to say goodbye to him when he left, his face was distorted.

But how?

Life has been pretty quiet lately.

It would have been better if there was no long-term love who came to him from time to time to "report" Zhao Wan's news to him.

Does Changqing think he will care?

joke.

He only cares about where the news of long-term love comes from.

The intelligence network stretched quite far, even Zhaowan knew about going to other continents.

It wasn't the general news that Zhao Wan went to Wolong Reef and Chufeng Islet, but where Zhao Wan went to Wolong Reef and who he met in Chufeng Islet, and even speculated on Zhao Wan's mission based on this information out.

The danger was very high, so it was no wonder that Zhao Wan couldn't come back for a while.

Hearing that, Mo Motang was stunned for a while.

But this time period still belongs to before the beginning of the original text, although he didn't know whether what Zhao Wan did would be related to the later text.

But when he teased him for a long time, he could reply confidently and say: No matter what you love, nothing will happen.

The result, of course, was a smiling face that seemed to be in love for a long time.

This made Mo Motang realize that some people should be busy.

Save yourself from always running over to make fun of him when you have nothing to do.

Black Mist made a mark, and ran over to face him with a limp, "My lord."

Mo Motang came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

Hei Wu sat down obediently, endured the urge to lick his paws for a while, and asked, "What is the Lord thinking? Is there something wrong?"

Mo Motang shook his head, "Thank you for your hard work."

He didn't tell Hei Mist anything about the disappearance of his body from the beginning to the end, so that Hei Mist really panicked for a while when he recovered in the "Magic Artifact".

I huddled in a corner for a whole night, and I didn't know what to think about, but the next day I figured it out and accepted it calmly.

He didn't know the reason why the black mist was calm, but it didn't do any harm to him, and Mo Motang didn't intend to explain it for the time being.

Maybe when Zhao Wan comes next time, Hei Wu will meet him with his own eyes, and all problems will be solved easily.

It's definitely not that he wants to be lazy.

Hei Wu scratched his head, "My lord, I have a small request."

Mo Motang was puzzled for a moment, and said, "What request?"

Heiwu smiled, "Can you dye it for me? It's too dark."

Mo Motang didn't react, isn't the black panther black?

Black Mist tried to point to the body, "I can't even see the leopard print."

Shen Motang remained silent.

Isn't Black Panther all black?

And leopard print?

I'm sorry, it's not that you can't see the leopard print, it's that I didn't give you some at all.

Glancing at Hei Wu's shorter hind legs, Mo Motang slowly shook his head, then pointed out the door, "You don't need to help me, go practice."

Hei Wu panicked and quickly stood up and said, "My lord..."

Mo Motang interrupted him, and continued: "Your soul is not so stable now, in order to reduce accidents, you can cultivate your leopard print by yourself."

Hei Wu stared at him silently for a while, until Mo Motang couldn't hold back a smile, raised his chin and said, "Go."

Black Mist finally left, turning around every step of the way, as if he would definitely go back on his word.

Mo Motang watched Hei Wu go out for a while, and suddenly realized that he would put pressure on Hei Wu, so he naturally lowered his head when Hei Wu turned his head again, to check the mark Hei Wu had made on him.

Sensing the black mist going away, Mo Motang silently sighed, picked up a vermilion pen and drew a circle on a certain mark on the map.

Not saying there's a problem here or anything, he just wants to draw a circle.

Well, not really.

The antelope horns in that place were particularly fierce, and the little devils formed several units to go there, but they didn't touch any antelope horns.

Mo Motang guessed that there might be a new life born there, so a reconnaissance unit was needed to check the situation there.

If a cub is really born, then the place will be temporarily excluded from the collection range by them.

The sun is already setting outside, and today will be over soon.

Mo Motang took out a communication talisman, picked up the writing brush Zhao Wan gave him, dipped it in the ink Zhao Wan gave him, hung it on the paper and tried to start writing.

After hesitating for a while, he let out a breath, put the brush aside, and put away the communication talisman.

The only closed sect is his Shuangyue sect, what is he anxious about?

Just wait, there is still time.

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August fifteen.

Mooncake Festival.

Chang Qing rushed to the study room excitedly, but saw a depressed Mo Tang.

Depressed, Mo Tang lay on the table, holding up an expensive-looking brush and looking at it, but he didn't notice anyone coming in at all.

Chang Qing knocked on the door in doubt, Shen Mo Tang listlessly raised his eyes to glance at him, and forced out a "huh" with difficulty.

"Um"?

Don't even want to say the word "come in"?

What's going on here?

Changqing stepped inside, hugged a futon from the side and sat on the side facing Shen Motang, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "My lord?"

Mo Motang blinked his eyes, his purple eyes were like abyss, but he didn't see the long love in his eyes.

Changqing Naoren seemed to jump up and asked tentatively, "What happened?"

Mo Motang's hand shaking the brush stopped suddenly.

not good.

Touching fish is too ecstasy.

Hastily put the brush away, sat up straight silently, adjusted his breathing and shook off his dispirited look, and said with a radiant look, "What do you want from me?"

Changqing looked at Mo Motang and then at the writing brush beside him, his expression was full of puzzlement, why did this person change his face so quickly?

There is also this writing brush, he has paid attention to it for a long time. Before, it was only kept intact by the demon king who had been useless. Looking at it now, it was clearly used and still kept intact. It is no different from the previous one. Less hair.

But Mozun really cherishes it, even if he has a misunderstanding, it is a fact that Mozun rarely uses it.

In other words, when did this pen first appear on Mozun's desk?

Thinking about it, he unconsciously asked: "Your lord loves it, I don't know when the lord received this pen."

Mo Motang laughed, "It's been a while, after all, it's really expensive." It was so expensive that he didn't even know how to pay it back.

The doubts in Changqing's eyes did not diminish, but she still said clearly: "That's how it is."

Mo Motang nodded, and repeated the question again, "Why are you here?"

Only then did Chang Qing think of the business, and immediately smiled, "Come to announce the good news to the Lord."

Mo Motang: "Huh?"

Changqing raised her finger to her ear, "It's all over."

Mo Motang reacted for a moment, and soon showed a smile, "It's really a happy event."

It's not anything else, it's just that every devil in Zaizong has memorized the new rules of his Shuangyuezong.

The Shuangyue Sect is already a brand new Shuangyue Sect.

He seemed to have seen that after the closure of the sect, the brand-new Shuangyue sect was trading in a brand-new facade.

well.

This is a great place to start.

Mo Motang looked at Changqing, with a smile on Changqing's face, as if waiting for him to say something, so he said without hesitation: "Good job, I praise you."

Changqing's expression froze for a moment, and he raised his breath and wanted to say that he didn't want Mozun to boast that he kept looking at him like this, but after thinking about it, he was discouraged.

After many times, Changqing also discovered that the Tianlei was really amazing at the beginning, among other things, the Demon Lord has really become a lot more honest.

Not to mention how sincere the praise for them is, at least not to say that it is hypocritical, it sounds quite pleasing.

Long-term helplessness had no choice but to give up and let Mo Motang understand, and said bluntly: "Besides this, there is one more thing."

Mo Motang nodded in response, and asked, "What is it?"

The long-hearted smile deepened, and the winking eyes curved slyly, "Zhaowan is injured."

Boom.

A certain string in Shen Motang's brain broke on the spot, and the reverberation made his body numb.

Who?

Zhao Wan?

injured?

how could be?

Zhao Wan is the sword master, how could the sword master be injured?

Mo Motang looked at Changqing with difficulty, squeezed the air from his chest desperately and said, "Say it again."

Changqing saw his shock clearly, and continued with a smile: "Zhao Wan was injured, it is said that the injury is very serious, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the mountain for a while, Lord, what you want to do is now."

Mo Motang slowly shook his head, "Impossible, it must be a rumor."

The smile on Changqing's face restrained a bit, and he said seriously: "It's true, Lord, the source of the news is absolutely reliable."

Mo Motang suddenly stood up.

"impossible--"

Mo Motang looked into Changqing's frightened eyes, forced himself to look away, and still refused to give up his defense, saying: "Zhao Wan is very strong, your informant must have misunderstood, or...or it was Zhao Wan's disguise." What? Just waiting for us to show our feet, so that we can catch us all..."

puff.

Chang Qing couldn't help laughing, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I'm lying to you, Lord, Zhao Wan was injured, but it's not serious, it looks like a scratch."

Mo Motang immediately froze in place, his blood turned cold, before he had time to rejoice, he said affectionately: "But the Lord really cares about him."

Mo Motang couldn't catch his breath.

Changqing stood up, put the futon back in the distance, and turned to look at Mo Motang again, "Zhaowan should be able to return to Xuanlinji before tomorrow, so it is really a happy event for the Lord, I did not lie to the Lord."

what?

to him?

What the hell!

Mo Motang was about to lose his temper, bent down to grab the inkstone and was about to throw it towards Changqing, who knew that Changqing had been prepared for a long time, and slipped away after speaking, and disappeared without a trace.

Shen Motang was silent for a long time, the remaining ink in the inkstone flowed into the wrist along the palm, staining the light purple clothes all the way, abrupt and eye-catching.

He was still unable to put down the inkstone in the end, and it was also difficult for him to blame too much.

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