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

Mo Motang took Zhao Wan to go to Song Bai's place.

But how?The atmosphere between the two was a little awkward.

It wasn't because he suddenly ran to sit with Zhao Wan, what could happen if he sat and chatted with others in a proper manner?

No.

What's more, his clothes today only have an extra tie at the back. He is afraid that it will hinder him from sitting, standing and walking so that he can tie it loosely, so he only slightly draws out the outline of his waist.

So it can't be his problem.

Actually, it was because after the two of them sat together, they finally mustered up the courage to run over to toast the little devil.

To be precise, it was because of the little devil's nervous phrase "A hundred years of good marriage".

Followed by "Zaosheng...", everyone knows what Zaosheng is, so he won't describe it too much.

It can only be said that fortunately the little devil didn't come by himself, the little devil who came together realized something was wrong and covered his mouth suddenly to prevent the follow-up, that is, "treasure son".

He also said very tenaciously: "Give birth to Huafa early."

He was reading gorgeous Hua, which almost made him unable to react.

So, no wonder it was taken as a blessing.

If possible, forget about this kind of "blessing", he doesn't want to lose his gray hair.

how to say?

Sure enough, compulsory education cannot be stopped.

But fortunately, with this outburst, he saw Zhao Wan's embarrassment as embarrassment, at least the embarrassment about the previous sentence had eased a little.

If not, I am afraid that the atmosphere cannot be explained by a sentence or two of embarrassment.

That was very embarrassing.

Embarrassingly capitalized.

How can you say that you gave birth to your son early?

Can he give birth?Can Zhao Wan give birth?

Put it on the little devils who are with them, can they give birth?

both are not.

Because they are all men!

The real deal.

what.

Why does the premise seem to be wrong.

do not care.

In short, the result was that Mo Motang ran away with Zhao Wan ahead of schedule.

If he continued to stay, he might not know what would happen. In case the nervous little devil came over and said something, he could really stick a few happy words on the red silk.

It doesn't matter who it is for, it will definitely be useful.

Cautiously glanced at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan lowered her eyes, she didn't know what she was thinking, but her expression didn't change, he couldn't tell.

Of course, it's not because Mo Mo Tang couldn't see it, Zhao Wan didn't even know what she was thinking, only a certain voice in her mind kept repeating "Hundred Years of Love".

Hundred years.

For monks, it's just a flick of a finger.

Many blessings or constraints in the world are not applicable to monks, so monks will use more effective methods.

For example, when talking about Lu Qi...

Zhao Wan was stunned, and raised her eyes to look at Shen Mo Tang who had stopped in front of her, "Are you there?"

Mo Motang nodded, pushed the door but failed to open it, then pulled the door knocker and knocked, "Master, I'm here, open the door."

no respond.

Mo Motang's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't need the door knocker anymore, so he slammed on the door and shouted, "Master?"

Zhao Wan realized something was wrong, and stepped forward to stand beside Shen Motang, raised her hand to the door and said "offend", she was about to force the door with her muscles.

Then Mo Motang blocked it with an enchantment, "Wait, wait, repairing the door is very troublesome."

Zhaowan: "."

Mo Motang rubbed his nose, smiled guilty, "I've seen it, and he's not there, but..."

Mo Motang pointed to a certain bush, "Someone left a message."

Zhao Wan nodded and lowered her arms.

The little devil who was pointed out stuck his head out, but it was only his head. Zhao Wan, who was next to him, glanced at him and looked away as if he was burned. He didn't dare to go any further, "I'm sorry, my lord. gentlemen."

"Mr. Song?"

The little devil nodded, stretched out a finger cautiously, pointed at Zhao Wan cautiously, then quickly put it away, "I didn't know he would come too."

Shen Motang raised his eyebrows.

So he was afraid that Zhao Wan would take someone?

Still with him?

No wonder.

I said in my heart that it is a good thing to be careful, after all, Mr. Song can't stand the toss.

Oh yes, Mr. Song.

Mo Motang glanced at Zhao Wan, and said to the little devil, "Don't worry, he won't do anything to Mr. Song, where did Mr. Song go?"

The little devil stretched out that finger again, and pointed in a certain direction, "Mr. Song went to take a bath with others, and asked me to tell the Lord that he will go to the Lord's courtyard to find the Lord after the end."

Mo Motang looked along the pointer, there was indeed a spiritual spring over there, and a little devil made a renovation and built a bathhouse there.

There are always demons in that place on weekdays, and it is even more crowded after get off work, so Song Bai probably has never been there, probably because he wants to experience it while there are few people.

Speaking of which, there are several other places in this spiritual spring, most of them appear in the yard of the big devil, and they are artificially lured there.

man-made

Ah, I forgot to quote Song Bai here.

Remember to give it to someone tomorrow.

But since this is the case, Mo Motang said to the little devil: "I see, you can do your own thing from now on."

The little devil responded, and quickly moved his head back to the bushes, making a rustling sound, and gradually walked away.

Mo Motang looked back at Zhao Wan, "Go to my place first."

Zhao Wan nodded and said yes.

In the distance, the little devil looked back at the two of them and turned to go to the demon's yard, and immediately took out a small bamboo whistle from his arms, and blew a few times imitating the sound of insects.

After a while, a similar but slightly different whistle sounded back, and the little devil put away the whistle and sank into the darkness.

The whistle was finally delivered to Changqing by dictation.

Changqing nodded in satisfaction, and very naturally raised the jug to pour wine for Miju who was sitting on the side, then picked up the cup and clinked glasses with Miju, and said after drinking, "Excuse me for a moment."

After saying that, she put down her wine glass and stood up, feeling a little tugged again, looking back, Miju pinched the corner of his clothes with two fingers in disgust, showing displeasure.

A long-lasting smile instantly graced the brows, and she winked at Mijiu and said, "What? Can't bear to part with me?"

Miju frowned, loosened the corner of her long coat, then picked up the wine glass and splashed it on her palm, disinfecting her hands.

Changqing's eyes flashed, and he looked back at Miju's face. He pretended not to see it in a good mood, and only uttered a syllable from his voice: "Huh?"

Seeking jealousy to dry the remaining liquor, he reluctantly looked at Changqing, "Be careful not to get angry, no one will collect your body."

Changqing couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll leave it to you if that's the case."

Miju snorted coldly, turned her head away from him decisively, and didn't say yes or refuse.

Treat long-term love as the default, turn around and leave.

Let him think about it, which one should he use?

Just to be on the safe side, try it out first.

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Because Mo Shentang searched hard for the mooncakes, Zhao Wan opened the door.

Outside the door was Changqing, who was a little surprised to see him open the door, and returned to normal after a moment, hurriedly handed him the wine jar in his hand, smiled and said: "Mr. Taste, Mr. Song will be here in a while."

The long love was stuffed too quickly, and he left it and ran away in a hurry, half of the words were scattered in the wind.

Zhao Wan almost didn't catch it, just as she settled down, she raised her eyes to look again, there was no longing for love, only the red light from the red lantern above her head was indistinct.

That's right, Shen Motang's courtyard is also decorated exactly the same as other places outside, but with a little caution, except for the red lanterns in the courtyard, there is only a red silk hanging on the door of the main house.

Zhao Wan closed the door conveniently, seeing that Mo Mo Tang had finally found the moon cake and was looking for other things, Zhao Wan put the wine jar on the table and called, "Brother Shen."

Shen Motang raised his head upon hearing the sound, and seeing the wine jar, his eyes lit up and said, "You're welcome, Ah Wan, why did you bring it yourself?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, thinking that Mo Mo Tang really didn't hear the knock on the door, and explained: "It's not from me, it's from my long-term love, and it's said that Mr. Song entrusted it."

Mo Motang nodded clearly, told Zhao Wan to sit down, and went to unseal the wine jar by himself, and said brokenly: "Ah Wan, you have to go back, so don't drink."

Zhao Wan said yes, he knew his drinking capacity, so he didn't intend to cause trouble for Mo Motang.

Mo Motang poured a cup of tea for Zhaowan, and happily poured a cup of wine for himself, picked up the cup, touched it, and drank it happily.

After all, most of the drinking at the banquet is to suppress the uncomfortable feeling, not to have fun, and it is more comfortable at this time.

Zhao Wan put down the cup, "Brother Shen said that the shops are mostly fine, but..."

Plop.

Shen Motang's cup suddenly fell out of his hand, and his brain became confused in an instant.

Zhao Wan was startled, "Brother Shen?"

Ok?

who is it?

Mo Motang's eyes were blurred, Zhao Wan's face was distorted, and her voice couldn't be heard clearly from far and near, it felt very strange.

Who is this?

Why are you calling him?

Where is he?

What are you doing again?

There is a faint smell of wine in the nose, is he drunk?

Can't cause trouble.

Mo Motang supported the table and was about to stand up, but his body was very hot and weak, and he was about to fall if his hand slipped.

But in the next moment, something held him firmly.

Zhao Wan's heart beats eagerly, no matter how slow he is, he has already noticed something is wrong.

Shen Motang's state is obviously very wrong, he has not drunk a lot of wine, but his face is very red, his heart is beating very fast, and he is not even conscious.

what happened?

Could it be that someone poisoned it?

Zhao Wan froze, "I will detoxify Brother Shen right now."

Mo Motang reacted for a while, and stretched out his hand to him in a daze, "Come here."

Zhao Wan hesitated for a moment, but still leaned over, "Brother Shen, do you know the reason?"

The next moment, Mo Motang suddenly grabbed his neck and moved closer to him, with warm breath in front of his eyes, he muttered: "I don't know."

Body temperature is very hot.

Zhaowan panicked for a moment, with no place to rest her hands and feet, she didn't dare to look directly into Mo Motang's eyes, "Brother Shen, don't mess around."

Shen Motang shook his head, not only did he not relieve the hot feeling, but it became more and more obvious. His confused eyes followed Zhao Wan's lowered eyes and landed on his lips.

"Brother Shen..."

Mo Motang was a little dissatisfied, and shouted: "Call me Tangtang."

Zhao Wan froze suddenly, "Shen, Brother Shen..."

Dissatisfaction magnified infinitely, and Shen Motang's voice increased immediately: "Call me Tangtang!"

Zhao Wan couldn't react in time, "Shen..."

The soft lips kissed suddenly, blocking all his doubts.

Only panic remained.

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