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

This is really, what a big oolong.

But since Zhao Wan has come to him as promised, and it doesn't look like he has suffered any serious injuries, he should be relieved.

Mo Motang glanced at the little devil guard who didn't dare to move, so he had to let Zhao Wan in, "It's nothing, don't take it seriously."

Thinking of reassuring in his heart, he still couldn't help asking: "I heard that you were injured, don't you need to rest and recuperate? As soon as you came back..."

Came to Shuangyuezong.

If the statement of long love is not too wrong, that is to say, this is Zhaowan's first stop back to Xuanlinji.

Mo Motang couldn't continue talking, feeling faintly that something was wrong.

Although if he came back from Wolongjiao and Chufengyu, it seems that his Shuangyue sect is closer than Changtian sect.

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, apparently he didn't expect Mo Motang to ask him this, the wound on his side had almost healed, and he hardly felt any abnormality, more importantly, no one should have seen his injury.

and so……

Mo Motang has actually been paying attention to him all the time?

If Zhao Wan could always maintain absolute calmness, or indifference in front of Shen Motang, he might wonder if Mozun and the Mozong under him might have some bad intentions, so as to grasp his movements do something bad.

But the truth is, Zhao Wan quietly looked into Shen Motang's eyes, and felt the warmth from the bottom of her heart because she was in those purple eyes.

The heartbeat gradually accelerated, Zhao Wan adjusted her breathing and tried to maintain the original state: "Thank you, Brother Shen, for your concern, I'm fine."

Mo Motang touched his nose, "It's fine."

He suddenly reacted, and quickly waved his hands: "Come in and talk, come in and talk."

Zhao Wan said to interrupt, stepped into the barrier, and asked doubtfully: "Brother Shen, what is the happy event here?"

Mo Motang laughed, "Isn't this a holiday, it looks festive."

Zhao Wan was stunned, and then remembered that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But for the Mid-Autumn Festival, is there any custom of hanging red silk lanterns?

Zhao Wan couldn't remember it for a while, and felt that she would be rude if she thought about it again, so she stopped immediately, lowered her eyes and said sorry, "It seems that it is not the time to come down."

Mo Motang took a look, is this okay?

Immediately retorted: "No, no, it's the right time." There is no more suitable time than this time.

As he spoke, he twitched a bit, and asked, "Why don't you say, is Ah Wan free next?"

Zhao Wan looked at him, puzzled, nodded and said yes, "I don't know what happened to Brother Shen?"

Well, it seems that he can't say it directly.

After all, it was he himself who proposed to prevent outsiders from knowing that he closed the Shuangyue sect.

After thinking about it, he pointed sideways decisively and said with a smile: "It's just some trivial things that don't matter, so why can't I invite you? Have a piece of mooncake together or something."

The purple eyes were clear, like a pool of water quietly engulfing him in them, aroused faint ripples, and slammed into Zhao Wan's heart.

His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably in an instant, Zhao Wan wanted to avoid his sight, but his subconscious mind prevented him from moving.

He seemed to be charmed.

But he also clearly knew that no spiritual power that did not belong to him invaded his body.

In the end, Zhao Wan attributed it to an illusion, and then nodded in the illusion.

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Everywhere there was an uproar.

The demon bosses were all shocked, and couldn't understand why Zhao Wan was here, or on a day like today.

Isn't Changtianzong only the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Even if it doesn't work, don't know where else to live?

Although Mozun is willing to let people in during off-duty time, it must have nothing to do with work, but if it is a personal matter, shouldn't it be even more so?

Wherever the discussion goes, it resounds everywhere, and there are also various emotions that appear at the same time.

One after another, dark and prey eyes poked out from the corner, staring closely at Zhao Wan's body, his devilish aura was everywhere, and he gradually showed the tendency of covering the clouds and avoiding the moon.

This level of magic energy was not enough to block his sight, and I believe it would not affect Zhao Wan either.

Shen Motang glanced casually, and the ferocious claws and fangs almost blinded his eyes.

How much hatred, how much hatred.

But it's not that Zhaowan hasn't been here before, and he didn't see this kind of scene in the past. Mo Motang thought about it carefully, and finally understood the difference.

Because there are too many people!

Usually, not all the little devils are in the sect, but most of them are distributed in the back mountain. Because of this banquet today, they all gathered in the sect at once.

Mo Motang originally wanted to find a place with few people nearby to talk, but he didn't expect that there were people everywhere.

The little devils popped their heads one by one, stopping Shen Tang from approaching again and again.

Otherwise, he'd better take the man to his own yard.

Mo Motang looked down at Zhao Wan's shadow, because of the direction, it partly overlapped with his own.

He suddenly realized one thing.

Although he didn't intend to stay at the banquet for a long time, wouldn't it be bad if he brought people to the venue?

But if he didn't bring it, where should Zhao Wan stay when he showed his face?

Is Song Bai there?

So many people saw Zhao Wan, wouldn't it make the devils feel more uncomfortable if he didn't bring him with him?

Mo Motang sighed, still planning to smash the jar.

Anyway, Zhaowan will still come to Shuangyue Sect from time to time in the future, so it's better to let the devils get used to it as soon as possible, so as to avoid stress every time.

Afterwards, it is easier to accept psychologically if we really want to fight.

As for Song Bai's place, he will bring Zhao Wan there as soon as possible.

That's right, Song Bai will not attend this banquet.

There are many demons, so it is not surprising that anything happens. Mo Motang still remembers the demon bosses who started fighting when he first came here.

Fighting and killing demon bosses seldom involve life, but it is different for Song Bai, and the slightest accident may be affected.

He didn't dare to gamble with Song Bai's safety, so he didn't intend to let Song Bai participate, but only asked Changqing to give Song Bai a share when he bought things.

Later, take Zhaowan over to eat some mooncakes.

Thinking about it, Mo Motang turned naturally at a fork in the road, and led Zhao Wan to the main hall.

The venue was mostly arranged outside the main hall, and there should be no one inside, so it was convenient for the two of them to have a few words.

Why not his yard?

Because he just remembered that there might be a little devil in his yard.

After all, there was a little devil who robbed other people's red lanterns to decorate his yard, and he always felt that he would be bumped into when he brought people back.

outside the hall.

Mo Mo Tang looked over, it seemed that long love was not here, but it didn't matter if it was long love or not, he just wanted to find someone who cleaned up the tables and chairs to arrange a place for Zhao Wan.

In other words, arrange Zhao Wan to be next to him.

Or maybe, it doesn't work anywhere except next to him.

Ignoring the many curious eyes, he waved to call the little devil who accidentally looked at him.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the little devil looked around suspiciously, but saw that the little devil around him retreated consciously, leaving his surroundings empty, and the little devil looked back suspiciously, pointing at himself with a bit of surprise.

Silent Tang nodded.

The little devil walked over cautiously, avoiding Zhao Wan's side on purpose, his voice was timid, "What orders does the lord have?"

Mo Motang turned sideways, exposing Zhao Wan a little, Zhao Wan nodded slightly at the right time, as a greeting to the little devil.

Taking advantage of the time when the little devil looked flustered from left to right, Mo Motang said: "Help me prepare a place for Sword Master, next to me."

The little devil was startled, his chin couldn't close for a long time, and he hurriedly responded when he heard Shen Motang's doubts in his voice.

Shen Motang smiled, and then looked at the suddenly noisy surroundings, "Relax, the ones who came today are not enemies, but guests."

Such a statement will certainly not convince everyone, but his purpose is not to convince everyone, but to calm down some little devils who are prone to panic.

As for the rest, be tough, he is the demon king, listen to him.

Sure enough, the noise weakened a little, Shen Mo Tang ignored it, looked back at Zhao Wan, and said in a low voice, "Ah Wan, please follow me."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked towards the main hall. Zhao Wan was a little later, and followed her up.

The style of the main hall is very consistent with the outside. A string of red lanterns is hung at the gate, red silk is hung everywhere inside and outside, and many red candles, large and small, are lit for no reason.

The top edge of his seat is also full.

Aren't you afraid that he will burn him when he sits over?

Unknowingly, she forgot that Zhao Wan was following behind her, walked to a pillar, took a closer look at the many candles surrounding the pillar, Mo Mo Tang suddenly realized.

No wonder, these don't seem to be red candles.

It is a fake candle supported by a small illusion.

In addition, the luminous pearls placed everywhere for lighting are covered with a layer of red gauze, making it appear that the entire hall is glowing red, giving it a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

Sure enough, the sense of disobedience is the scariest thing.

But exaggeration is exaggeration, after all, the arrangement is over, and the huge hall is empty, only him and Zhao Wan.

Putting down the preventive barriers one by one, Mo Mo Tang turned to face Zhao Wan with a serious expression.

Zhao Wan kept her eyes on the whole way, although she was uncomfortable with the excessive celebration, she didn't show it, and now she became suspicious, "Brother Shen?"

Mo Motang closed his eyes to filter out the large area of ​​red in front of him, took a deep breath and said, "Ah Wan, after today, you don't come here for the time being, and surveillance is the same, just stay outside."

Zhao Wan's heart suddenly went blank.

Mo Motang continued: "Isn't the general election of your Changtianzong disciples starting soon? It's also to avoid any accidents."

Zhao Wan was stunned.

Mo Motang also felt very uncomfortable, avoiding his eyes and looking at the flames of the fake candles, "That's right, how should I put it, if you fancy a good seed in the general election and accept him as an apprentice or something, it's also very easy to teach him." It takes effort, doesn't it?"

Zhao Wan realized something, "Brother Shen..."

"I mean!"

Shen Motang suddenly interrupted him, his tone suddenly became sharp.

Zhao Wan was a little surprised, but she saw Shen Mo Tang raised her wet purple eyes and looked at him intently, her tone softened instantly, even with a bit of pleading.

"If, I mean if, that disciple of yours is elected, if you don't have a disciple you like, then don't accept disciples."

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