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

Mo Motang fell ill.

On the afternoon of the day after looking for the taboo patient, he had a fever until he lost consciousness, and before he could react in time after realizing something was wrong, he fell into a coma.

Fortunately, the little devils who were squatting down worked hard and never gave up on a single day of squatting. They immediately dispersed, waking him up and moving him back to the yard, while spreading the news.

Soon, a layer of demons surrounded Mo Motang's courtyard.

All the monsters involved in medicine entered the courtyard, trying their best to keep their voices down and chattering.

"The devil is really sick? It shouldn't be."

"But I heard that Mozun went to the sickness's place in the morning."

"Guess how taboo disease entered the sect?"

"Okay, so what's going on?"

The devils looked at me and I looked at you, and shook their heads together.

Not only did they not know, they also couldn't understand, although for many little devils, it would be very dangerous to come into contact with taboo diseases without any precautions, but that doesn't apply to the demon king anyway.

Unless it is not the sickness that makes the devil sick, it is not the sickness that is difficult to completely restrain, but the deliberate targeting of the devil.

But they all went to see the state of the demon king, and it was similar to the state of common cold and fever, but how to say it?

It can't really be a cold and a fever.

The little devils struggled for a moment with shy eyebrows and drooping eyes, but they still compromised with reality.

Regardless of whether they had a common cold or a fever, they couldn't get close to the Mozun three feet away, and that strange barrier blocked them all.

Even though Mozun was still in a daze at the moment, he could still be regarded as awake.

Now there is a question in front of everyone, whether to go to the doctor to see.

After all, taboo disease is top-notch in this respect. I believe that even if you don't get close, you can at least diagnose the reason.

The little devils muttered, and for a moment, the decisive little devil rolled his eyes, and ran to the sickness without saying a word.

The little devil next to him didn't know why, but he ran along with him.

Soon, more and more little devils joined the sprinting ranks, raising dust, and the doubts of many little devils were deposited in the dust.

The little devil, who resisted the urge to run away, was also very puzzled. Everyone stared for a long time, but finally turned their eyes back and fell on Mo Qi.

Now, she is the strongest here.

Mo Yu was startled, his face flushed red, and he immediately took half a step back, feeling extremely uneasy.

Only then did she realize that Changqing was not here at the moment.

And here, not all the little devils she was familiar with.

Subconsciously squeezed the sachet in his hand, Mo Yong forced himself to say: "It will be fine."

Obviously such words can't bring anything to the little devil, everyone just looked away and said in their hearts that it was true.

Mo Yong, as the three protectors of the Shuangyue Sect, and as the strongest among the devils, is indeed too insignificant.

But Mo Yong was really relieved, and at the same time he was puzzled, where did he go?

It's not in line with his style that he hasn't appeared for so long.

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On the other side, many of the little devils who followed and ran away for no reason realized halfway that they ran out of the team after running, and took away many dazed little devils.

In the end, a few scattered people ran to a corner in the middle of the back mountain, hesitated for a moment and knocked on a certain rock wall, and then retreated dozens of steps together, unwilling to get too close, holding their breath while waiting.

This is a hidden mustard space, and inside is a cave that hides sickness.

To be honest, he was still a little surprised by the secret. His place was rarely visited by people, especially twice a day, which was rare, rare.

"what's up?"

The voice leaked out of the rock wall, it was indescribably hoarse and dull, which made people tremble for no reason.

The hands of the little devils who were secretly struggling with each other froze immediately, and they all looked at the leader. The leader bared his fangs and turned away the sight of several people, but he still resigned himself to his fate.

His attitude took a 180-degree turn, and he cautiously flattered him, "That's right, the Demon Lord is sick."

"Oh?"

The little devil shrank his neck, always feeling that it would not be a good thing to interest the patient.

The sickness didn't leave time for the little devil to continue talking, and continued: "So you came here to doubt me?"

The little devils shook their heads in unison, and the one who took the lead hurriedly said: "Don't dare, it's just that we can't get close, so I want you to come and have a look."

A treacherous sneer overflowed the rock wall, and the hoarse and harsh voice seemed very dissatisfied, "Why should I cure him?"

The little devil didn't dare to speak.

But Ji Bing walked out of the rock wall at this time, different from the impression given by the name, Ji Bing didn't look sick at all, but looked like a gentle doctor, surrounded by a faint fragrance of medicine.

He raised his eyes and glanced at several people, ignoring the messy state of several people who were still pinching their necks and twisting their arms, showing a state of madness, "Then I promise you, go and kill him."

The little devils hugged into a ball, trembling.

-

However, at the moment when he really saw Shen Motang, the elegant expression disappeared immediately after the disease calmed down, and turned into an undisguised greed.

The Mozun is worthy of being a Mozun, and his sickness is also unusual.

This is excellent training material.

But then, the sickness was stuck three feet in front of Shen Motang by an invisible barrier, unable to move an inch.

The little devil who took the lead earlier also followed at the side at this moment, reminding him in a low voice to make him retreat.

For a moment, the expression on Yin Bing's face became extremely exciting, but he was struggling and trying to move forward, refusing to retreat desperately.

No response.

Time seemed to have stood still.

Moment Tang, who was dizzy from fever and restless in sleep, opened his eyes with difficulty. His hazy vision failed to focus several times, but he managed to realize that there was someone in front of him.

He muttered vaguely: "It's so cold, don't get sick."

After speaking, she tilted her head and fell asleep, leaving behind a dazed sickness and little devils inside and outside the room.

Yin Bing's expression instantly became indifferent, and he immediately retreated out of the barrier, turned around and left.

The little devil was frightened, but also a little nervous. He didn't know whether he should follow or not.

Unexpectedly, after stepping on the threshold, he turned his head and said in a piercing voice, "Come here."

The little devil was ecstatic and hurried to follow.

The little devil's joy didn't last long, especially after he found the little devil of the drum team and stuffed him beside him.

The taboo disease told him to find a way to keep Mozun awake.

Watching Bing leave with dull eyes, the little devil holding the suona in his hand looked at the direction Bing left and then at him, and suddenly said: "I still have a secondary gong."

Little devil: "..."

Little Devil: "Use the gong first."

The little devil holding the suona was stunned for a moment, then reached out and handed the suona over.

Little devil: "?"

Little Devil: "That's not what I meant."

-

Mo Motang dreamed about the funeral.

Two black and white photos, two similar coffins, debt collectors blocked the door, and he was stuffed under the table.

While pushing and shoving, someone knocked over the photo and dropped it within his reach.

A whirlwind.

An indistinct call came from far away, not his name.

Ah, so noisy.

You can't get money at this level.

Mo Motang struggled to open his eyes, his dizzy mind made only one judgment, "Stop—"

The sound of gongs and drums stopped suddenly.

Someone was saying something excitedly, and for a moment, a figure tried to approach, Shen Mo Tang's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and his breathing became rapid.

The chaotic memory was messed up, forcing him to raise his arms to cover his terrified face in an instant.

"I will pay it back!"

Trembling, hoarse.

The powerful barrier quickly forced the people back, and squeezed everyone in the room to the corner of the room. They were already close to the gongs and drums, and they were almost squeezed into meatloaf. The sound of whoops suddenly filled the air, attracting countless little demons who were probing their brains. head.

As for the sickness, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the sickness escaping from the air, with a contented expression.

After a while, Ji Bing finally opened his eyes, and looked sideways at the little devil who had just pulled out his leg, "Find someone who can get close."

The little devil let out a bewildered "ah", but ignored him, turned around and walked out of the room on his own.

The little devil was about to climb up using hands and feet, but the little devil behind him who was still dismantling each other plopped on him, and instantly crushed him to the ground.

But it's not easy to talk about, not to mention people who can get close, even if they are as ethereal as smoke, they can't get close!

The little devil scratched at the hair and pulled out a lot of roots, his eyes were almost straightened with worry.

Mu asked the little devil one by one, "Can you get close to the Lord? Try it?"

But today's Demon Lord is no longer the Demon Lord before the situation happened, not to mention being able to get close to three feet, the whole room can't get close.

He even suspected that Mozun didn't directly seal the room to save their lives.

Or keep the walls from getting too ugly.

His worried eyes skipped over Mo Yong, and the little devil cautiously stepped forward with the attitude of holding a dead horse as if it were a living horse doctor, "Three protectors..."

Mo Yong looked more nervous than him, and shook his head slightly, "I can't either."

The little devil's heart was ashamed.

Mo Yu added, "But I've said it before, if something happens, you can find Zhaowan."

The ashes in the little devil's heart were scattered.

Mo Yong gritted his teeth and took out a messenger talisman from the mustard seed and handed it to the little devil, "You write, I'll send it."

The little devil raised his eyes to look at Mo Yong's flickering eyes, and then at Mo Yong's other sachet that was about to be clenched in the palm of his hand, and took it with gritted teeth.

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Changtian sect precept room.

Zhao Wan slowly opened her deep eyes, and felt a little strange when she noticed the communication talisman blocked outside the guard room. The source of this letter seemed to be different.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he bypassed the seal of the precept room to take it in, and then opened it with spiritual power to show it in front of his eyes.

Zhao Wan felt a chill in his heart.

Silently burning the communication talisman to ensure that no trace was left, Zhao Wan raised her eyes to look at a certain word in the admonishment all over the wall, pressed her heartbeat that was speeding up due to lying or urgency, and said abruptly: "Father, my child knows wrong."

The lingering sound echoed in the empty precept room, like throwing a stone into the sea without leaving any ripples.

A flash of golden light appeared above the scriptures written in the corner.

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The illuminated word is "wife" (no no no no)