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

Shuangyuezong never looked forward to and looked forward to Zhaowan's arrival like this at any moment.

Half an hour after the message talisman was sent out, Mo Yong received Zhao Wan's reply letter, only two words - "wait a moment".

If Zhaowan did the same, then they might have to wait for the Demon Lord to heal himself, but the Demon Lord's situation was not just bad at all, it was quite bad.

Now the scope of exclusion of them has included the entire courtyard, and before the change, a little devil once stuck to the window of the room trying to spy on the situation of the demon king, and the demon king was completely in chaos at that time.

He kept raving, his complexion|flush|red.

The out-of-control demonic energy kept spilling out, almost dyeing the room black.

But now, the entire courtyard has become a big black bead, and it is even expanding.

The demonic energy gathered together like this, of course, its concentration needless to say, it is more terrifying than the overwhelming demonic energy during the suspended animation three months ago, after all, it was not easy to explode at that time.

The little devils were worried, and a big devil tried to set up a barrier on the path where the demon's enchantment expanded, but was crushed silently by the demon.

Anyway, they couldn't get close, so the little devils dispersed, the bolder ones were still watching, while the timid ones immediately chose to run away.

And Tan Bing took Mo Yong to squat on a certain wall, where the sightlines were good and there were few monsters—only the two of them, suitable for unwelcome people and those who were afraid of strangers.

Mo Qi was trying to restore the beauty of the sachet without saying a word.

The two of them are not familiar with each other, but since their cultivation directions overlap in some aspects, it is not awkward to get along with each other.

After all, people are afraid of diseases, and after the fear, they are prone to get sick.

She wasn't the only one who didn't say a word, she was also sick, but compared to Mo Yong's calmness, that face that should have been gentle, was staring at the little devil's heart with strong yearning at this moment. Worrying magic beads.

In addition to the demonic energy, there is also a lot of pain and fear mixed in, which is an excellent fodder for the two of them.

Taboo raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, and suddenly said: "I finally know why you guys like him."

The voice was like torn rags, hoarse and piercing, and Mo Yong froze his hands without responding.

He didn't feel annoyed about his illness, and he didn't feel that he was the culprit of everything. He could even take such comments as a compliment to himself.

Although it wasn't his intention.

That's right, despite the outrageous barrier, he could tell at a glance that the cause of Mozun's illness was himself, or in other words, the virus that had coexisted with him for a long time in his body.

Unfortunately, Mozun was really infected, and it depends on more than one situation.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get rid of Shen Motang, but he can't get close.

Gee, what a pity.

But ah...

Reluctantly looking away, looking at Mo Yong behind him, "Is he like this?" So fragile, so frightened, no different from a weak monster.

Mo Yu asked bluntly without raising his head, "I don't know what you mean."

Taboo laughed lowly, his voice was weird and hoarse, "It seems that I asked the wrong person."

Mo Shi ignored him.

Coughing a few times, the sickness relieved the discomfort in the throat, took a deep breath and said: "Where did the long love go?"

Mo Yong was slightly startled, put down the sachet in his hand and looked up at Yin Bing, "Why are you looking for him?"

The taboo disease has gentle eyebrows and eyes, and smiles without saying a word.

After a long while, he suddenly looked at the door, his gaze was like a torch.

"It seems that the rumors are true."

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The little devil who guards the gate has already received the order, and also got a few broad explanations to calm his emotions. Now that he saw Zhao Wan, he didn't care to think about it at all, and was even so excited that he forgot the routine observation. He hurriedly released Zhao Wan Come in.

But apart from some little devils who can understand the reason, there are also many little devils who don't know why, and their suspicious and cautious eyes stare at the gate for a moment, and then stare at the outside of the gate who is about to step into the barrier. Zhao Wan.

Mozun's situation was very serious, and they couldn't figure out why they had to find Zhaowan instead of notifying Changqing who was outside at the first time.

Zhaowan is an enemy, isn't he?

Zhao Wan felt profound hostility and warm expectation at the same time.

But Zhao Wan didn't have a clear understanding of the current situation, and the message written in the talisman was very cautious, only saying "the Demon Lord needs him".

If nothing major happened, he didn't think Mo Motang would allow such a communication talisman to be issued.

Zhao Wan didn't dare to delay, she immediately stepped into the door, and with just one glance, she was able to see the seriousness of the situation.

Huge ink beads enveloped the sky above Shen Motang's courtyard, with a demonic aura.

And the master of the devilish energy is Mo Motang.

Zhao Wan's brows frowned subconsciously, and her intuition told him that this was not a catastrophe, nor was it normal.

A little demon stood up in the bushes, crying unconsciously, and hurriedly said: "Jianzun, save the demon."

Zhao Wan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye, and appeared in front of Shen Motang's courtyard, but was turned away.

Terrible demonic energy was trapped in the enchantment that was close at hand, roaring and shouting at him silently, with the determination to force him back.

Zhao Wan apologized, stepped forward and walked towards the barrier, but was stopped by a hoarse voice.

"Wait a minute—"

A faint scent of medicine swept over, Zhao Wan turned around, it was the gaze that had been staring at him just now.

The sick eyes quickly swept across his face, and finally met his eyes, and the harsh and dull voice sounded again, "Don't worry."

Zhao Wan's dissatisfaction overflowed immediately, "May I ask what advice you can give me?"

He didn't feel happy about his illness, he almost turned around and left on the spot, but fortunately, he smelled the sickness that was close at hand but couldn't bear it, so he suppressed his unhappiness and said, "Of course it's to save people, otherwise, can you do it?"

Zhao Wan calmed down a little, he didn't understand what happened to Shen Tang at all, even if he was really proficient in medicine, he might not be able to rush to Shen Tang's side in time to deal with it quickly, so he saluted and said: "I hope you can enlighten me, brother."

Taboo paced to the edge of the barrier, poked the scorching barrier with his fingers, motioned to Zhao Wan, and asked, "Can you get close to our Demon Lord?"

Zhao Wan's gaze closely followed the disease, and blurted out: "I must do my best."

Ji Bing sneered, spread his palms to Zhao Wan, and turned his gaze to the long sword at Zhao Wan's waist, "Keep this one."

Zhao Wan took off the long sword without saying a word, and handed it to Yin Bing, ignoring the dissatisfied buzzing of the long sword, with burning eyes.

The buzzing of the long sword was so strong that half his arm went numb, but he didn't care, and took out a small gourd with his other hand and handed it to Zhaowan.

When Zhaowan was about to take it, he took Yuan away, "Don't worry, this is not medicine."

Zhao Wan's eyes darkened.

The sick man looked at the dark red little gourd all by himself, and his tone softened at the same time, it seemed to be appealing, but also seemed to express hatred, but the hoarseness remained the same.

"I didn't name it, and you don't need to know, its only function is to collect feed for me." Taboo turned to look into Zhao Wan's deep eyes, "I want you to take it in, it will be mine. remuneration."

The coercion around Zhao Wan's body became more and more intense, almost to the point where she could hardly breathe.

He didn't care about the disease at all, and just put the small gourd on the barrier. The chaotic magic energy was not affected at all, but it slowly moved away from the small gourd's area.

Zhao Wan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Taboo continued: "It will only take away the sickness, I don't need anything else."

Zhao Wan clenched his fists tightly, time was running out, if something really happened, he would destroy the gourd.

Thinking about it, Zhao Wan nodded and said, "Okay."

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The little devils hiding everywhere came out of the bunker one after another, opened their eyes wide and let out exclamations, watching the figure almost completely submerged in the enchantment in amazement.

Zhao Wan actually, unexpectedly, was able to move forward in the Demon Lord's enchantment.

The ends of the hair and the hem of the clothes lag behind the body, like walking in the deep sea, difficult but firm, step by step towards darkness.

Is that Jian Zun?The glory of the righteous way, the sword master Zhaowan?

In order to save the demon king?

A demon leader felt confused, and murmured: "He wants to kill the demon master."

As if suddenly enlightened, he pulled up the arm of the little devil beside him, his eyes were paranoid and crazy, "He wants to kill the devil!"

The little devil who was caught was one of those who often squatted in Shen Motang, and he shook his head helplessly when he heard the words, "Your news is strange, you have nothing to do, talk to others."

The chaotic devil panicked, "You!"

The little devil smiled slyly, turned to wave to him, and approached him and said, "Don't worry, there is no harm in anything."

The chaotic demon leader can't understand even more. If the demon's barrier blows up, we will die. If Zhao Wan kills the demon, we will still die. How can there be no harm?

And the little devil who was caught pulled out his arm, and there was a little love in his eyes. If this can be done, the relationship between the two will not go any further?Even if it doesn't work, it's still love!

But obviously, the thinking of the two has produced a huge deviation.

Zhao Wan opened the door of Shen Tang's room without the slightest deviation.

The outlines of flowers and trees could still be vaguely seen in the yard, but the house was so dark that nothing could be seen.

There were only screams from the thick devilish energy, mixed with weak shouts from a voice that was similar to that of Mo Mo Tang but obviously immature, and it sounded from all directions.

"do not come!"

It's a drink.

"do not come……"

is begging.

"Don't...don't come here..."

is sobbing.

The heart was suddenly picked up, and the unspeakable bitterness instantly filled the whole heart, for no reason, Zhao Wan was a little out of breath.

"I'll pay it back, I'll pay it all back."

"Don't, don't poach my eyes..."

The suppressed crying weighed heavily on Zhao Wan's heart, he couldn't think about what Shen Tang had suffered, he just wanted to rush to Shen Tang.

The position of the bed was right in front of him, but the thick and sticky demonic energy completely blocked Shen Mo Tang's position.

Zhao Wan was very anxious.

However, amidst the darkness everywhere, a touch of emerald suddenly appeared, and the faint fluorescent light illuminated the pale knuckles little by little.

It was Mo Motang, who was holding the jade pendant he left behind.

Zhao Wan's heart brightened, and she immediately stepped forward, ignoring the demonic energy that turned into sharp blades, allowing it to leave scars on the defenseless body, allowing it to cut the skin and ooze blood, just hoping for a slight echo.

He lightly touched Shen Mo Tang's cold fingertips.

He said, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

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