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

The moment the barrier was opened, the little devils surrounding the courtyard poured in immediately, one after another, many little devils were squeezed out between pushing and shoving, and there were constant ouches.

Fortunately, he is a somewhat cultivated devil, otherwise he would have lost a lot of Shuangyuezong's magic mouth because of this kind of tossing.

Mo Motang didn't look at him, so he turned his head to talk to Zhao Wan, and tried to divert Zhao Wan's attention by the way.

In such a scene, he couldn't even laugh at it.

Wait, this scene?

Mr. Song!

Shen Motang suddenly turned pale with fright, and rushed to the window, pushed the window sash open, and the window sash suddenly made a sound of breaking.

"All stop!"

The scene froze for a moment.

Before the next moment the little devil cheered for no reason, Mo Motang quickly glanced over the huddled little devils with anxious eyes.

"Where is Mr. Song?!"

The little devils couldn't react for a while, not to mention which one was answering his question, they still simply fell down with a thump, and even fell one by one harder.

Mo Motang was extremely anxious, but the little devils raised their faces in a hurry, but they were full of joy that they didn't know whether it was real or not.

Immediately, shouts of "Honorable Lord" broke the sky.

Mo Motang's head is as big as ten or eight, "Where are people!"

It was only then that the little devil finally came to his senses, pulled out his tail that had been trampled by someone, and shouted anxiously: "Don't worry, my lord! Someone will take care of you!... Oops, spare my tail!"

Mo Motang's heart fell to the ground in an instant, and he took a long breath to relax a lot. After calming down, his mind started to work again, and suddenly he felt that the little devil who said this time was very familiar.

He was the one who was pulled by the tail when Mr. Song fell ill before, it must be him.

And earlier, when Changqing asked people for tail hair, it was him too.

what do you say that is?Ah, what.

Ah yes, Bamboo.

The only one among the little devils who squat every day is never absent.

In a way, it's great.

Shen Motang nodded without speaking, and thoughtfully put down the supporting window sash, but heard a creak, the window sash was overwhelmed, and snapped and fell to the ground.

Hidden among the noises of the little devils happily crowding into the courtyard, even the waves failed to stir up.

Mo Motang sneaked a glance at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan had already got up and stood at the junction between the screen and the wall, with a straight back and a striking figure, but for no reason he looked like a student who was punished to stand facing the wall.

Still the best student in the class.

Wait, then why was he punished to stand?

Mo Mo's conscience trembled violently and restlessly.

Let him explain.

He can explain.

That's right, he seemed too complacent to let Zhao Wan know that he knew.

Then Zhao Wan knew that he knew that he knew.

Then he also... No, anyway, the final result is that they are very embarrassed now, or how should I put it?Tweak.

Some words, after leaving the atmosphere and hot-headed impulse created by a specific environment, you will face this problem.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly, as if they had returned to the dog days of July and August in an instant. The two of them lost their senses, dizzy and blushing.

Zhao Wan switched back and forth between "Under" and "I" several times, and finally stood up, said "Sorry", and chose not to speak.

But not talking is one thing, can we use the medicine first?

Don't leave a scar!

When the two of you were awkward, you asked me and you answered, the temperature was finally cooled down, and the wound medicine was finally applied and the scratches were smoothed away. Mo Motang finally recovered the strength to break the barrier.

After the enchantment stopped him a little bit, as if he was worried, the scene at the beginning began.

The fast-moving little devil had already crowded in front of his room, carefully avoiding the flowers and trees whose leaves were beginning to decay, and poking his head.

That's right, they were all stuck at the door and window looking into the house, with no intention of coming in at all.

Is this the behavior that visiting patients should have?

Not really.

Shen Motang's eyes slipped past the window, and suddenly met a pair of rather familiar eyes, it was A Zhu who had put his tail in his arms ahead of time.

There is also Mo Qi who disappears when people are crowded.

Well, it looks like there's more than one pair.

Each eye seemed to catch a group of stars and put them there, flickering so brightly that Mu Motang couldn't open his eyes.

If it wasn't for the fact that the target also included Zhao Wan, he would be even happier.

It really seems that their purpose is not pure.

Seeing the silent Tang felt embarrassed.

How can I say that Zhaowan is still standing in the corner for punishment.

After responding to the successive "Honorable Lord" a few times, after Shen Motang made it clear that he was fine, he took the opportunity to look at the door and glanced at Zhao Wan from the corner of his eye.

Ok?

When did you transfer over?

Why are you looking at me!

Ah, no.

why!

Shen Motang instantly forgot his original purpose, unconsciously turned all his eyes to Zhao Wan, and blinked in doubt.

Zhao Wan was startled, and then blinked at him blankly.

The amount of "Honorable Lord" in the noisy background sound suddenly dropped, and the little devils all silently silent.

Only Hei Mist, who entered the courtyard early because of his small size but was squeezed away because of his small size, fell off the shoulder that he had managed to climb up at this time, was thrown dizzy, and has not yet figured out the situation.

He just yelled loudly, "What's the matter, what's the matter, did you kiss? Let the young master have a look."

Mo Motang: "..." You are gone.

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Fortunately, not all the demon bosses came so quickly. Someone grabbed Hei Mist, covered his mouth involuntarily, and faltered a few times like a moan.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan with a tired heart, wanting to say something to ease the embarrassment, but saw Zhao Wan's gaze unconsciously dodged.

Well, he's gone too.

The next moment, Zhao Wan's drooping pupils suddenly lifted up, and his deep eyes were full of firmness.

So firm and silent Tang panicked.

He suddenly wanted to ask, what's the matter?Why are you looking at him like that?

"Your Highness."

It was a sick voice, hoarse and dull, and the timing was just right.

If only it weren't so ugly.

Mo Motang happily shook off the uncontrollable goosebumps, and quickly looked at the source of the voice.

It can only be said that the disease is worthy of being a disease, and the impenetrable doorway abruptly gave him a spacious avenue.

As if he didn't care about the illness, Da Cica walked up the open road, walked up to Zhao Wan, and stretched out his palm to Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan was slightly startled.

Everyone except the taboo disease was also a little confused, and there were some discussions in a small voice.

The sickness expression remained unchanged, it seemed that the gentleness still had a faint medicinal fragrance, "My little gourd, give it to me."

Mo Motang didn't understand, what little gourd?

But after the sickness finished speaking, without waiting for Zhaowan's reaction, he suddenly turned to him, "Yes, it should be by the side of the Lord, the Lord can see it?"

Shen Motang shook his head, and at the same time, he quickly recalled it, convinced that he had never had any impression of gourd in his mind, and replied: "Speak human."

Yin Bing sighed silently, looked at Zhao Wan as if approving, and started working again in a broken voice: "Jian Zun is really trustworthy."

That's what I said, but for some reason, I was stunned to make people hear a bit of yin and yang.

Shen Motang bypasses the disease and looks at Zhao Wan, trying to ask Zhao Wan if he offended the disease when.

Zhao Wan was also very confused, she did see the question in Shen Motang's eyes, but she saw it as another kind of question, she was about to explain, "Brother Shen..."

Mo Motang's heart skipped a beat, don't say things like offending people in front of them!

Quickly interrupted: "It's okay, you give it to him first."

Zhao Wan's eyes drooped slightly, and she didn't seem to want to move very much.

Mo Motang asked suspiciously, "Ah Wan?"

Zhao Wan raised her eyes, with an inexplicably hurt look in her eyes.

Mo Motang:? ? ?

so serious?

Don't, don't!

Mo Motang blinked quickly, trying to comfort Zhao Wan.

Don't be sad, let's settle the debt with Yao Bing later, you first obediently give him the things, let's talk about this later, let's talk about it later.

From Zhao Wan's perspective, Mo Motang blinked anxiously at herself, then took one look at her sickness, and then another.

The effect of these few glances was better than all the previous ones, Zhao Wan nodded in response.

Very good, no matter how he understood the process, what Zhaowan could finally understand was that Mo Motang believed in him.

He took out the small dark red gourd from his bosom, or in other words, it should have been a small dark red gourd.

Just because this thumb-sized gourd has turned into a faint light red, and in the light red, it is even more transparent.

Yin Bing's expression froze, and the moment he saw the little gourd, he snatched it from Zhao Wan's hands, and suspected that it was because of the angle, but the final result did not change at all.

His little gourd turned translucent light red.

The sick voice immediately raised its voice: "What did you do!"

Zhao Wan was stunned and speechless, he didn't know what happened.

Mo Motang was also confused, "What's wrong?"

The sickness was ignored but he was furious, the air around him suddenly distorted and deformed, and something got out of the shackles.

With a hoarse voice filled with overwhelming anger, "You lied to me?"

Shen Motang sensed that something was wrong, he flicked up to catch the disease, and said anxiously: "Presumptuous!"

Zhao Wan has already come into contact with those invisible things.

- It's a virus.

In an instant, a silver light appeared, and the slender magic weapon's pocket protected him, isolating all disadvantages.

Mo Motang hurriedly looked at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan understood, and shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine.

Only then did Shen Motang turn to the disease.

Pressing down on the heart that almost burst due to beating too fast, the hand clasping the disease's shoulder suddenly exerted force, and bit by bit the disease that was stubbornly resisting was turned to face himself, and doubts were squeezed out between the teeth, "What are you doing? "

There was no trace of gentleness on the sick face, under his strong suppression, the dissatisfied eyes were bloodshot, and they were fierce and clear.

Ok?

Hatred transfer?

Mo Mo frowned slightly, "I'll give you a chance to explain."

Taboo only stared into his eyes.

Zhao Wan realized something, and immediately planned to go forward, who knew that the silver bracelet not only protected him, but also restricted him, making him unable to leave this place for a while, so he had to say: "Brother Shen, he..."

Mo Motang interrupted him, "Ah Wan doesn't need to help him, I want to listen to what he has to say."

"But the lord," A Zhu quietly avoided Mo Yong's hand poking his waist, "I can't seem to speak because of illness."

Um, is that so?

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan nodded.

Mo Motang quickly let go of the hand that was on the shoulder of the sick man, looked back with a heavy heart, and read out while lifting the restraint: "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't notice."

The sickness snorted and looked away.

Shen Motang scratched his head, and unconsciously lowered his tone, "So, what's going on?"

Taboo raised the translucent little gourd to Shen Motang's eyes, "He promised me, but he lied to me and didn't do it."

Mo Motang was still unclear, but was attracted by the little gourd, and asked, "What is this for?"

Taboo disease has no good Qi and said: "Collect disease Qi."

"What sickness?"

The disease was silent for a moment, it seemed that there was some entanglement, and after a while he said: "Sickness is..."

But Shen Motang quickly turned his head and covered his mouth and nose with his elbow.

"Ah-"

Taboo disease:?

Zhaowan:!

Little Devil: Who?

Mo Motang: Help!

Zhao Wan said anxiously: "Brother Shen!"

Mo Motang sneezed a few more times, not louder than before, but it still made his brain go crazy, he followed his intuition and waved to Zhao Wan, but refused to follow Zhao Wan's request to remove the magic weapon.

Intuition told him that there was a problem.

There are big problems.

Yin Bing also realized that something was wrong, and he lowered his eyes to think for a moment, only to see that the little gourd in his hand had changed at some point, and gradually changed to the direction he was familiar with.

Immediately overjoyed by the illness, his eyes lit up and he looked up again: "My lord..."

"Ah-"

There was no anger in Yin Bing's eyes, his voice seemed not so hoarse, and he said excitedly: "Thank you Lord for your generosity. In exchange, I can give the antidote to Your Lord."

Mo Motang's physical tears almost fell down with the sneeze, and his bewildered brain was full of puzzlement.

What?

What's his generosity?

Ah, Ah Choo...

The author has something to say:

Generosity: Refers to protecting the old attack while diving headlong into the virus pile

It's cold, take care of your body, don't get sick