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

The result of the matter is that no matter whether the long-term relationship is deceitful or not, he has received revenge from Shen Motang.

It didn't even need to be the next day. On the afternoon after more than an hour, Chang Qing returned to his study room. As soon as he stepped on the threshold, he saw a palm-sized black cat squatting on his desk.

After seeing him, he rushed over excitedly, limped and ran to his feet, put down the paper in his mouth, raised his dark head and said: "Deputy Suzerain, this is Your lord asked me to give it to you."

Changqing suddenly had a bad premonition, picked up the paper on the ground and looked at it, and almost coughed out the breath stuck in his throat.

"Dark fog?"

The black cat, that is, Hei Wu, whose original form is a black panther, nodded cheerfully, and was ready to listen to his questions.

By the way, did Black Mist originally look like this?

Such a small one?

In this way, the long-term relationship is really doubtful, "Why do you..."

Heiwu smiled, not seeing the arrogance of the past, and even a little shy, "The lord said it is temporary."

How could this involve the Demon Lord?

Looking at the black mist with some delusion, he asked, "What did the lord ask you to do?"

Hei Wu obediently replied: "Honorable Master told me to assist the Deputy Suzerain."

Changqing took a closer look at the paper, and it was full of the requirements listed by the Mozun. Where was the so-called "assistant", he was clearly asked to cultivate the black mist one-on-one, and probably wanted to use it later In charge of the business of Houshan.

As for the deadline, I didn't say.

Looking down at the ugly little black face again, Changqing struggled for a while, then sighed helplessly and walked over the black mist to the table.

"Then let's get started."

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Mo Motang was stunned for a long time, and his eyes were always drifting unconsciously to the pen holder. The ink stains on his hands, cuffs, and even dripping on the table and floor have been cleaned up with cleansing techniques, but obviously, some things cannot be as simple as ink stains be cleaned up.

His thoughts were so chaotic that he almost wanted to send a summons talisman to Zhao Wan to verify the authenticity of the long love story on a whim.

True authenticity.

What is he panicking about?

Obviously knowing where the plot is going, and knowing that Zhao Wan will be fine for a while, why did he really mess up at that moment?

Mo Motang already had the answer in his heart.

All because of one change.

All because the Demon Lord who should have died is still sitting here.

The original work in his mind may have completely shifted, so subconsciously, he no longer believes in the plot of the original work so much.

Mo Motang suddenly realized that although he held the script in his hand, he always seemed to be in a very passive state.

It shouldn't.

He is a salted fish, but he doesn't want to be a salted fish that is passively beaten. He doesn't need to participate in many things, but as the suzerain of the Shuangyue Sect, he should understand.

It's like Chang Tianzong's surveillance, if Zhao Wan hadn't blew himself up, what would he have known?

He won't release his spiritual consciousness to the maximum range he can reach every moment, after all, it will be tiring after a long time.

He can still sense what happened near the sect, but a little farther away, how could he guess on a whim whether someone is watching the Shuangyue sect?

Besides, even if he knew that Zhao Wan would monitor Shuangyuezong, he still didn't know when, where, and who would be the successor when Zhao Wan was away.

It's better to say that these days, his big heart is simply convincing.

But now that I think about it, Changqing may have already sorted out all the information, and I didn't see him asking or caring, so I didn't care.

cough.

Turn over and over again.

Didn't he realize it?

As for the way, thank you for your reminder, it's time to build a more complete intelligence network.

An intelligence network that can serve the entire Shuangyue Sect.

If you think about it carefully, Shuangyuezong must inquire about many parties if they want to do business, at least they need to get through this aspect first.

Mo Motang was finally able to take off the brush from the pen stand openly and aboveboard, and write the three characters [Intelligence Network] on a piece of white paper.

The only thing left to consider is who will be in charge of this matter.

If I really want to say the best candidate, I'm afraid it has to be Changqing. He already has a relatively mature network in his hands, and he believes that expansion or new construction can be competent.

But thinking about the possibility of long-term relationship in the future, he might be more open and aboveboard to use true and false information to make him happy, Mo Motang hesitated.

This matter cannot be settled simply like this, it still needs to be assessed.

Just at this moment, a message talisman suddenly came to him.

Mo Motang felt a little puzzled, and opened it to see that it was from Zhao Wan.

It seems that he really lied to him at the beginning of the long relationship. If Zhao Wan was seriously injured, how could he be in the mood to send him a message talisman?

Very good, it seems that I didn't take revenge on the wrong person.

Mo Motang's heart lightened, and then he took a closer look.

The heart stopped suddenly for a moment, Mo Motang pressed the message talisman, hurriedly took out Zhang Xin's message talisman, wrote a message and sent it to the guard at the gate.

Tell the guard about a certain reservation number.

Zhao Wan said that she would visit today.

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Mo Motang checked again and again whether there was any information he had missed, tidied up the table, resigned himself to his fate and left the study.

It seems that there is no way to catch up with work time.

After all, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the demon bosses had come early to ask his opinion, and wanted to hold a banquet for fun, and he agreed.

The demon leaders acted spontaneously, dragging out the tables, chairs and benches that had been packed and hidden a month ago, scrubbed them clean, and arranged the venue inside and outside the hall.

In addition, it was just after get off work, and the demon bosses coming and going were shuttling around, making it unbelievably lively.

Seeing a group of little devils holding bundles of red lanterns and planning to hang them at the gates of small courtyards, Mo Motang felt very relieved.

Although it seems a bit too grand, the bright red lantern is not very suitable for hooking up with the Mozong.

But this is a world of difference from that night a month ago. I really don't know if it is due to the blessing of solar terms.

The little devil who usually squatted near his study suddenly jumped out, startling Shen Motang.

Several people faltered and hawed together for a long time, but couldn't understand what they wanted to say. Mo Motang listened for a long time before he understood, didn't they just want to go into his yard and hang two lanterns for him, or something.

Immediately interrupted: "Go, go."

The little devils looked at each other happily, said goodbye to him, turned around and ran away, and looked in the direction of not his yard, but a group of little devils holding the lantern just now.

Could it be that they haven't prepared lanterns yet?

Mo Motang sighed helplessly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

I have learned to be more cautious.

Immediately afterwards, these little devils snatched the red lanterns from that team of little devils.

That's right, it's a robbery.

Mo Motang silently lowered the corners of her mouth and looked away.

when he said nothing.

The banquet will start at Xu time, which is seven o'clock in the evening, so at this hour in the middle, he has nothing to do.

When he first said he was going to hold a banquet, he wondered if he needed to help, so he blurted out that he thought it was troublesome and rejected the little devil.

However, in order for the banquet to be held successfully, the little devils immediately swore to him that he would not need to do anything.

Mo Motang thought for a while, in that case, why not do it?

So he set aside a sum of money for the devils to buy, thinking that some of the crops and poultry from the back mountain would be brought to the table at the banquet in the New Year.

very nice.

Yoyo Dada was walking on the road, saying hello to anyone who came, Mo Motang walked around, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that it was too grand.

In other words, is it necessary to hang red silk on a Mid-Autumn Festival?

Red silk and red lanterns, and in a certain garden, a little devil was seen cutting up red paper, and throwing it into the sky became colorful flowers.

This, this, posting the word "囍" can directly make people worship and get married, okay!

He avoided the main hall with the most people all the way, so he didn't know the situation of the main hall, but it seemed that it was not much better, or it could be said to be the hardest hit area.

How outrageous it is!

Thinking about it, Mo Motang immediately sent a communication talisman to Changqing. He arranged the money for Changqing. Even if the person in charge is not Changqing, Changqing must know the whole story.

As a result, Mo Motang walked for a long time, and unknowingly reached the gate, but Changqing still didn't reply to him.

Could it be that I didn't see it?

You won't be in love for a long time and you will deal with it by yourself, right?

He didn't believe it.

But he sent the black mist there, maybe he was busier than usual.

Mo Motang thought about the feasibility of finding a long-term relationship in person, but after thinking about it, he gave up. When he looked up, the door was actually unlocked.

There was a wind blowing, and the red silk outside moved with the wind, and it caught Shen Shentang's eyes, making his teeth ache.

Maybe there really is a devil who took the opportunity to get married?

Then, how much gift money should I give...

The sound of the long sword piercing the air stopped suddenly, before Zhao Wan could withdraw the sword, she said pleasantly, "Why is Brother Shen here?"

Mo Motang suddenly came back to his senses, and blurted out: "By the way, I will accept a gift money."

Zhao Wan: "?"

Mo Motang slipped out of sight.

Mo Motang: "Cough."

The author has something to say:

Received the wrong person (doge