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

There is no need to specially set up seats for everyone in the banquet between the devils. The long benches are placed in one place, a few tables are fixed for eating and drinking, and some open space is left for the devils to juggle. It is a standard banquet. .

One is playing and singing, the other is singing and dancing, and the other is performing acrobatics. The sound of punching is heard occasionally, and laughter and noise fill the entire courtyard.

From the beginning of the next month, the ethereal demonic energy will be engulfed immediately, red lanterns will be lit everywhere, and small and broken red paper will be scattered, which is enough to make people fall into doubt.

Relatively quiet and peaceful, Mo Motang opened the banquet in a daze, snatched the wine from Changqing and handed it to Zhao Wan in a daze, and explained to Changqing: "You can't drink and drive."

Changqing looked over in a daze, and seeing Shen Motang toasting to the carnival demons again in a daze, he suddenly approached Zhaowan, lowered his voice and asked threateningly: "What did you do to our lord?"

Zhao Wan stepped back unconsciously, avoiding the hair and breathing that were almost hanging down on her body, and slowly shook her head.

Changqing frowned slightly, obviously not believing it.

But nothing really happened.

After Shen Motang's slightly strange words, the two of them didn't say anything more.

After a while, when the bell rang at Xushi, the outside of the hall suddenly became lively. Shen Motang sighed suddenly, and pretended to be relaxed: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Then he left the hall.

And what happened after that, long-term love knows.

After all, as soon as the two of them came out, they bumped into Changqing who seemed to be eavesdropping.

Zhao Wan looked sideways at Shen Motang who was beside him, he was still toasting to different people in a daze, but his eyes still refused to move in his direction.

It is right to doubt him for a long time.

"Nothing said"?

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes, shaking the grape juice that Mo Motang specially stuffed for him in the cup in front of her, feeling a little astringent in her heart.

He couldn't quite understand why Mo Motang would say that to him, but the mist in those purple eyes was clearly real.

He didn't want to see such a silent Tang.

Maybe he should agree to Mo Motang?

But at that moment, vaguely, his inspiration told him that something would change because of it, something very important.

It was something he could not resist with his own strength.

His inspiration has always been accurate, and he believed that this time was the same, so he hesitated.

Zhao Wan looked at Shen Mo Tang from the corner of her eye, and Mo Mo Tang was also looking at him, as if she had noticed something, she gave him a shallow wry smile.

Shen Motang's mind became more and more chaotic, uncontrollable chaos.

Something is angry.

"He" was warning him, yelling at him angrily, clamoring for him to shut up.

She laughed at him mercilessly, disturbing his thoughts and interfering with his will.

If "he" had a name, Mo Motang thought, maybe it would be called Tiandao.

Mo Motang doesn't care who "he" is, if it's just a threat, he can pretend not to notice, but obviously "he" wants to bring him something.

Soldiers came to cover up the water and soil, Shen Mo Tang had to take some measures, drinking strong wine cup by cup, to drive away the unreasonable trembling caused by "him".

He even tried to communicate with "him" with his chaotic brain.

Don't be like this, don't you think he is already very tactful?

His preconditions were all so detailed, if Zhao Wan really wanted to accept him as an apprentice, he wouldn't have listened to him at all, would he?

He really didn't want to forcefully change anything.

Besides, Zhao Wan didn't agree to him either, did she?

Suddenly, when the trembling subsided, Shen Motang's brain became clear again, and he finally came out of the muddleheaded state.

Zhao Wan was the first to notice the change in him, raised her eyes to look over, Mo Motang smiled, toasted respectfully, and looked at Changqing in a blink of an eye.

Changqing was walking towards him, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "My lord, what did he do?"

Mo Motang evaded without a trace, and then asked in doubt: "What?"

Changqing used her body as a cover to secretly point at Zhao Wan, "Did he bully you?"

Mo Motang didn't understand, and raised his eyes to meet Changqing's eyes, those fox eyes had everything, except the worry in similar words.

So, this time is long, watching a movie, and love?

So Mo Motang stretched out his hand and pushed, "Don't think about it, it's nothing."

I stared at him for a while, but finally sighed, with a regretful tone, "Okay."

This is said, as if he would be sorry for his long-term love unless something happened to him.

Mo Motang was too lazy to continue this topic, always feeling that nothing good would happen in the end, so he asked, "How long has it been?"

Long Qing replied clearly: "In less than two quarters of an hour, the Lord doesn't have to worry about Mr. Song's side, I sent someone to guard it."

Mo Motang thought for a while, "How about another way of saying it?"

Long love: "?"

Mo Motang: "Is anyone accompanying Mr. Song?"

Changqing chuckled and said: "Don't worry, my lord, the people who arrange Mr. Song's meals are always there."

Shen Motang was relieved, drank another glass of wine, suddenly raised his head and said: "What are you doing here with me, go play."

Changqing turned his eyes to look at Zhao Wan, and turned up the volume a bit to ensure that the people over there could hear, "Yes, yes, the Lord is with you, and you don't need me."

Silent Tang frowned.

But long-term love has always slipped away quickly, and without giving Shen Motang a chance to scold him, he got into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

Mo Motang looked helplessly at the group of demons, and saw a few toasting to him from the air, so he raised his glass to toast, but this time he didn't drink, and looked at Zhao Wan's side in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Wan sat upright, her slender and beautiful fingers lightly resting on the glass cup, her deep eyes naturally drooped, looking a little bored.

Mo Mo Tang's increasingly bright brain soon had an idea, got up, picked up the wine jar, carried the chair, and walked towards Zhao Wan.

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Changqing touched a clean wine glass from nowhere, and filled the wine from which table, and walked through the crowd with ease, as if enjoying flowers.

There are indeed flowers. The little devil who loves forests has brought many chrysanthemums, of various varieties and flavors.

Some are quite delicious.

Changqing sideways avoided a stumbling little devil, but when he looked up, his eyes lit up.

Picking off a chrysanthemum petal and putting it into the wine glass, Changqing picked another petal, Shi Shiran walked over there.

The petals fell into the wine and rippled, Miju raised her eyes, and another wine glass hit his lightly at this time, making a crisp sound.

Miju decisively removed the cup and walked aside.

The smile on Changqing's face did not diminish at all, and he caught up with him as expected, but there was a bit of complaint in his mouth, "I just came here, am I so heartless?"

Mi Jue didn't forgive anyone, just said: "You deserve it."

Changqing couldn't help laughing, "Yes, yes, I deserve it."

Miju snorted coldly.

Changqing laughed again, and finally said: "I don't think your little apprentice has forgotten, maybe it's just that you can't leave for a while."

Miju suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at Changqing, with undisguised anger, "I didn't think about him!"

The long-term love spreads out, "Okay, okay, drink with me."

Miju didn't bother to talk to him, "Look whoever you like, don't look for me."

The long-term love is chasing closely, "I'm here when I love you."

Seeking jealousy stopped again, the wine glass in his hand suddenly touched Changqing, and then drank the wine in the glass, and then turned the glass upside down, "Drink it, get out."

The petals put in could not stick to the wall of the cup, and fluttered down from the cup.

Changqing didn't care whether it would fall to the ground and be trampled into the soil, and stared fixedly at Mijiu's face without smiling.

Miju turns around and leaves without mercy, "Stop doing this with me."

Changqing curled her lips, only wanted to say something unfeeling, and then put a smile on her face again, and followed Mijiu after a few steps, felt something for a while, and turned to the top with squinted eyes.

Since he left, Mozun moved to Jianzun's position, and now, the two awkward people stood up together, quietly wiped away the traces, and left here.

There is no result for two dull people, and we still have to add some external force.

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