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

Mo Motang woke up to the sound of the bell, the sun was already hot, it was nine o'clock, and it was time to go to work.

The smell of alcohol faded from his body, and his skin color, which was pink to the base of his neck an hour ago, had completely returned to snow-white. After an hour of caress by the sun, he felt very warm to the touch.

Different from the expected refreshment, he moved his stiff joints and stood up, his unfocused gaze gathered, showing a pit on the ground in front of him, covering three or four bluestone bricks. One of the places where the devils stand.

After struggling to think about the little devil who was standing nearby at that time, Mo Motang felt something was wrong.

Not fat either.

Where did you buy this brick? The quality is really bad.

I wanted to avoid it in my heart, but my feet were disobedient, I stepped on a broken brick straight up, and my body almost fell over.

After readjusting his body, he walked towards the tower.

The tower is not high, and there are only four floors in total including the basement. The overall appearance is the same color as the Shuangyuezong, but the hanging corner is not a copper bell, but a silver bell similar to his head.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the eaves and corners of the Zongzhong buildings are all like this, and there are similar things on many decorations. The original owner really loves silver bells.

Mo Motang can only be thankful that except for the two hair-dos, the other accessories on his body are simple in style. Of course, the carvings are very fine, but there are no tassels, including the silver bells that the original owner likes.

This place is said to be a study room, but it is actually the Treasure Pavilion of the Shuangyue Sect. The magical tools collected by the demons and temporarily unused were all replaced by other magical tools or gold and silver spirit stones by the original owner. Here, the demon bosses can also come and change if they need it.

But little devils often don't come here.

After all, the previous original owner was soaking in it almost all day long, so quiet that there was only the sound of turning the pages of the book, and the little devils didn't dare to disturb it.

Well, unless the original owner is away.

Shen Mo Tang felt a sense of obstruction when he pushed the door, but he didn't believe in evil, so he pushed it vigorously and miraculously. As a result, all the books blocking the door were dragged and the pages were torn.

Before he could feel guilty, the scene in front of him had already shocked him so much that he was powerless to feel guilty.

The original owner must not have OCD, he thought.

Written and unwritten, opened and closed, books and papers are scattered everywhere. In such a large room, you can't see the floor at all at first glance.

The corner near the bookshelf is like an avalanche scene, spreading to another high place, that is, the desk?

If it wasn't for the higher stack of books on the desk, he wouldn't have been able to find that there was still a desk here, which was even more outrageous than when he saw the messy white man in the middle of the night.

Mo Motang raised his foot and tentatively wanted to walk in, but after hesitating for a while he couldn't settle down, not because he didn't want to, but because there was no place for him to stay.

Can this piece of paper be stepped on?But I think the regulations written on it seem to be very important.

What about this one?Don't tell me what kind of formation this round or square drawing is.

Ah, there are books stacked under the paper, and papers stacked under the book. Does he have to lie down and roll over to get over?

Touching the scene brings emotion, ah, no, memory, several images flashed in front of his eyes, it was the original owner pacing back and forth in the house with his head down, as if thinking about something, and looking for something.

The situation on the ground was just as he saw before his eyes.

Mo Motang: "..."

No wonder Changqing came to ask him to help clean up before, which made sense.

How can people stay in such a place if they don't clean it up?

Mo Motang sorted out his mood several times, but he still couldn't equate the person in his memory who could walk in without looking at him with his current self.

Is it really not important?Is it really okay?Isn't it really the original owner's special aesthetic hobby?

He hesitated for a while, standing on one foot was not very stable, so he simply put his foot down, and even wanted to close the door and open it again.

Or simply never open it.

But thinking that he spent most of the night trying to get back to the Shuangyuezong, and Zhaowan took him there in just a moment, Shen Motang felt that it was impossible.

At least Zhao Wan or others cannot be allowed to break in without warning.

Moreover, this place can be said to be the place where the original owner stayed in the Shuangyue Sect for the longest time. He hoped to find the instruction manual for the magic weapon on his body here.

Especially the teleportation one, it is definitely useful for escape.

After thinking about it, Mo Motang turned around and wanted to lie back, but he caught sight of three or five little devils sneaking behind a few doors, and his eyes met.

The little devils felt very good about themselves, and hid behind the bushes without moving, feeling that they hadn't been discovered. It wasn't until the two sides stared at each other for a long time that they came together in surprise and suspicion, and looked at him from time to time. Eye.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you came to the Treasure Pavilion to look up information in exchange for things.

After all, after experiencing the miraculous escape route of the little devils, Mo Motang was speechless, and a little bit dumbfounded. Looking back at the messy room, he simply waved to them, "A few over there, come here."

The little devils were quiet for a moment, and they got together again in a panic. It seemed that the discussion was quite intense. After a while, several of them faced him together, pointing at the others with questions all over their faces. Four people and eight hands pointed at each other. There is no overlap.

Mo Motang: "..."

Mo Motang: "Come here."

-

Changtian Sovereign Peak Chamber.

There were only two people in the hall, and the suzerain Zhao Ling sat at the head, holding a mission report with only a few lines in his hand, his brows were tightly frowned, and his face was gloomy.

He had read the report over and over again, but no matter what he saw, he could only see the word "perfunctory", so he took a picture of it again in anger, and said angrily, "I asked you to check the situation, and that's how you checked it? , which disciple should I send? Why should I send you?"

Zhao Wan stood at the bottom without saying a word, her thick eyelashes drooping slightly, covering her tired eyes.

Zhao Ling suddenly stood up, grabbed the report, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at Zhao Wan, "If you don't want to hear it, just do it well, this kind of thing is not allowed to appear again, I can pretend that this mission didn't exist in the first place, but you have to know You represent the Changtian Sect, and outside you are the Sword Master, not Zhao Wan!"

The ball of paper finally rolled to Zhao Wan's feet, and the crumpled word "Tang" appeared in his handwriting.

"Men Tang's death has not been proved at all, and the resurrection may have been done on purpose. It is ridiculous for a monster to pretend to be respectful. In short, as long as they dare to make a move, you are..."

Zhaowan is already used to Zhao Ling's responsibilities that are imposed on him in the same way. Consciously or not, he stares at the ball of paper in a daze. innocent face.

His pupils are light and clear purple, like a defenseless little animal, always looking at him with a bit of a daze, his voice is lazy, and the end of his name is soft when he calls him.

He let him rest.

But why?

"...It's getting late, let's go to your task."

Zhao Wan came back to her senses, saluted and said "yes", but did not move her body, waiting for another routine of Zhao Ling.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, Zhao Ling's anger faded away, even though he looked only 40 or [-] years old, his eyes were already old and twilight, and he sighed: "I know I put too many things on you, but Chang Tianzong wants Development and expansion, more than one sect will watch.

For the sake of the sect, there are certain things you must do, and you must do them, no matter how big or small it is, it cannot even be said that you represent Changtianzong, in a sense, you It is Chang Tianzong, do you understand? "

Zhao Wan nodded, "My child understands."

Zhao Ling seemed to be unable to bear it and said: "Thank you for your hard work, just ask for anything you need, and I will have someone prepare it for you."

Zhao Wan saluted and said, "Everything is fine, baby, please take care of me."

It's just that Zhao Wan never raised her eyes to look at Zhao Ling, nor did Zhao Ling's gaze rest on him.

-

Zhaowan Yujian was walking in the forest, when suddenly a message talisman popped up in front of him, with three new tasks attached, plus the ones he had to deal with in the future, there were seven in total.

After sweeping through the missions one by one, Zhao Wan immediately turned around and went to another place first. The mission was urgent or slow, he had to go to the most urgent place first, there was monster cholera there, which already killed people.

At the end of the list, the task with the widest and easiest time limit is located in Pingzhou, where the Shuangyue Sect is located, and Mozun Mozun Tang is also located.

All his questions should be answered there.

Then stop by to have a look.

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Zhao Wan looked at the two locations on the map that are not related to horses and cows

Zhaowan threw away the map

Zhao Wan went to "drop in"