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

Changqing strolled on the road, feeling a little discouraged by being kicked out by Liuliu.

How could Liuliu think of him like this?

Obviously there are many people besides Miju, why can you only think of Miju when something happens?

Although it is true that Mijiu has a bit of a temper, and the disturbance is also a bit louder.

Changqing sighed and shook his head, and said in his heart that Miju must not have too much contact with Liuliu. It is one thing to treat Liuliu badly, but it is also not good for himself.

Wait, did Mozun just mention looking for jealousy?

What are you talking about?Zhu Yuansi is here?

Changqing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he didn't plan to go back to continue checking Heiwu's study situation, so he reorganized his mood and walked towards Miju.

Being beaten but not remembering is a necessary skill in life, especially in certain things.

I hope that Zhu Yuansi will run into Zhao Wan, so that he can find out some news and make up for his wounded heart.

Last night he wanted to squat outside the Demon King's courtyard, but how should he say it?

There are always more accidents.

It's not just Zhao Wan's sudden sense of oppression, but also the aura of spiritual power that can be felt from afar without getting close to the yard.

If that's the case, he has a hard head, he is not afraid, but the point is that he is almost over the wall of the Demon Lord's courtyard, only to find out that the Demon Lord has placed a stack of enchantments on him.

He even left a warning on the wall he often climbed.

【Where did you come from? Where do you go back】

This is not the pretentiously cold voice on the mountain barrier, but the familiar tone that is almost certain to be his.

It was exactly the same as when Mozun charged at him.

He also thought carefully about when the enchantment was set up. After thinking about it for a long time, he could only confirm that it wasn't after he sent the "wine" over.

How can you guard against him like this?

To prevent him so much and to call him to organize the "Fifth Guardian", human beings, what a contradiction.

As for what happened later, he didn't know when Zhao Wan left, but since he avoided everyone's eyes and ears and left in a hurry, it could explain some problems to some extent.

There is definitely something wrong with these two.

-

Zhu Yuansi looked at Changqing in a daze, and looked at Miju in a daze, unable to understand why Changqing asked him about Sword Master.

However, Jian Zun said that he did bump into it before going out, and his condition was not very good. Not only was he injured, but he also looked like he had a fever.

So he can fully understand why Sword Master hastily disappeared in front of him.

Many people will inevitably want to hide their unsatisfactory side, not to mention Jian Zun's full of achievements, especially when he is bumped into by a junior.

Zhu Yuansi looked at Changqing again in the indifferent gaze of looking jealous, and slowly shook his head, "Sorry senior, I haven't seen Sword Master recently."

Chang Qing showed such an expression, "Is there something wrong with him?"

Zhu Yuansi was taken aback for a moment, then stubbornly shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't seen Sword Master before."

Changqing gave Mijiu an appreciative look, writing "Your apprentice is not bad".

Mi looked at him with envy, as if saying "you don't need to say it".

Changqing smiled, and looked back at Zhu Yuansi, "In that case, then tell Sword Master for me, and say congratulations."

Zhu Yuansi was completely stunned by the nonsensical sentence. He couldn't understand why he said congratulations. Congratulations, sword master was injured?

What's the point of this?

Zhu Yuansi's expression was slightly dissatisfied, "Sword Master will not accept provocation."

Changqing couldn't help laughing, "This is not a provocation."

Zhu Yuansi was still puzzled, "What is that?"

Changqing moved to Zhu Yuansi's side in a few steps, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said mysteriously: "You will understand when you grow up."

Zhu Yuansi: "?"

Zhu Yuansi: "But I will be a hundred years old in the next year."

Long Love & Seeking Jealousy:?

The two looked at each other, and they both saw a bit of disbelief in each other's eyes.

Although they are all children to them, isn't he fourteen or fifteen years old?Why are you a hundred years old?

No, you don't know either?

Zhu Yuansi looked at the reaction of the two, and suddenly grinned and said, "I'm talking nonsense."

There was a moment of relief in the eyes of the two, and then they looked at Zhu Yuansi together.

Changqing said sadly: "You have learned badly."

Miju looked at him quietly, agreeing a bit.

Zhu Yuansi shrank his neck, "Hee."

But after such a toss, Changqing no longer obsesses with inquiring about any news. Zhu Yuansi is more strict than he imagined, but after all, at this age, many things can be glimpsed even if they are not said. .

enough.

If you continue to make sure that you are not allowed to Mi Ju, you will not agree first. In any case, you will pull someone over to block the knife for him, although you did not block it.

Changqing looked at Mijiu and asked, "What are you going to do next? Continue?"

Miju nodded, then glanced at Zhu Yuansi again, "Try?"

Changqing: "Huh?"

Zhu Yuansi also understood the meaning of seeking jealousy in an instant, and immediately turned to Changqing and said: "Please enlighten me, senior."

Changqing silently moved away from Zhu Yuansi, "It's not very good, I have something to do next."

Mijiu snorted softly, "Then you will fight with me."

Long love: "?"

Changqing: "Forget it, little apprentice, let's come."

Zhu Yuansi's smile flashed in an instant, and he said, "Thank you, senior."

-

Mo Motang dawdled for most of the afternoon, and finally mustered up the courage to write on the summoning talisman.

[Trouble brother Zhao, but I have found out the situation and held the accountable, I hope...]

What else do you want?

Is there anything to "hope again"?

Mo Motang pondered for a while, erased these two words, and continued to write:

【sorry】

If he had been more careful, perhaps there would have been no follow-up, and he would not have given that wound a second injury.

But he couldn't write it.

I can only write down the words [Sorry] again and again.

Taking advantage of the courage he had finally mustered up, Shen Mo Tang sent out the summoning talisman with his eyes closed.

Just die, what else can you do?

Anyway, he has already decided that he will never drink alcohol in the future.

The same thing will never happen again.

Mo Motang clenched his fists tightly, but his courage was exhausted in an instant, and the momentum in his mind was weakened. He didn't have much confidence to think, the worst would be to let him be responsible, then, then he would be responsible!

Not bad!

Ahhh, how could he think like that!

But unexpectedly, the reply came very quickly.

Mo Motang almost had a heart attack from the sudden appearance of the messenger talisman, he stood up abruptly, and because his body hadn't fully recovered, he almost tripped over the chair.

Not really.

so fast?

It's only been a few seconds!

Can Zhaowan write so fast?

no.

So it definitely can't be Zhao Wan, it could be Changqing, or it could be Mo Yong, it's just that the timing just happened to coincide with him.

It must be like this.

Mo Motang kept brainwashing himself, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to receive the summoning talisman, what trembled more than his hand was his beating heart.

It's okay, it won't be Zhaowan anyway, right?

Taking a deep breath, Shen Motang opened the messenger talisman, and snapped it off again with just one glance.

There was a loud bang.

It was so shocking that his palms were numb.

But Mo Motang still endured the numbness and forcibly thought: I don't feel it, it really is fake.

It seems that he still hasn't woken up. How could there be such a bizarre thing in reality?

Well, yes, bizarre.

At the beginning, there are two big characters [Brother Shen], and the handwriting is a little floating, so you don't need to keep reading to know it's Zhaowan.

But returning so quickly, it is not easy for him to recognize the strokes.

But, how could it be Zhao Wan's reply?

What did Zhaowan write again?

Mo Motang was very curious, heart-rending curiosity, but at the same time, he was also very nervous, so nervous that his breathing became short of breath.

Does Zhao Wan think he remembered?

No, it should be said that he would definitely feel it. How can I say that he was the one who wrote "the situation is known".

Could it be that Zhao Wan's reply was about the solution to this matter?

Wait, wouldn't that be more embarrassing?

The expression on Shen Motang's face changed again and again, struggling and tangled, he couldn't make up his mind for a while, whether to watch it or not?

see?He dare not.

Don't you want to see it?He is curious.

He is curious!

Mo Motang closed his eyes again, took a few deep breaths, and forcibly corrected his facial expression, but failed to restrain his trembling hands.

If you fail, you fail, it is not a decisive factor.

Anyway, stretching the head is a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife, it is better to die early and survive.

Mo Mo Tang tremblingly turned the summoning talisman over, tried to open his eyes a little, and peeked through the crack to discern the writing on the summoning talisman.

[Brother Shen does not need to apologize, I will take responsibility, please wait a little longer for Brother Shen, I will visit in a few days]

responsible?

Zhaowan said he would be responsible.

Is it the one he thought was responsible?

No, no, if it was Zhao Wan, it would definitely not be the one responsible.

Thinking so, Mo Motang couldn't help feeling hot.

Zhao Wan said that he would definitely come if he would come in the future, so he didn't stay away from Shuangyuezong.

Really, strange person.

The silver bell, which had disappeared for a long time, finally started again, and the clear and clear sound waves layered over the mountains, arousing countless demons and monsters to stop and raise their heads, and there were many discussions.

The lingering sound follows the wind and treads the water, and spreads to the depths of the surrounding sea with slight vibrations, awakening the heart that has been silent for a long time.

The low-pitched roar responded, stirring up waves and scolding the owner of the ringtone for his untimely heartbeat.

The author has something to say:

The correct solution is to be responsible together (aunt laughs)