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

The result was as expected by Mo Motang, Zhao Wan didn't even think about saying that he could help, no matter what he said, he refused to change his mind.

Mo Motang was so angry that he almost didn't lift the table directly, and simply kicked him out the door.

Zhao Wan was not the only one who was kicked out. He looked fondly at Zhao Wan who was trying to knock on the door but couldn't let go, and then turned his head to look at the sick man who was kicked out together. The little devil who ran away felt a little helpless.

In desperation, he had no choice but to shout: "My lord, we can still discuss it, let us in."

no respond.

The little devil on the other side hurled away, attracting everyone's attention.

Mo Motang just wanted to close the window at the same time, but he didn't touch the window sash with his outstretched hand.

Puzzled, he leaned out to see, but there were no traces of the window sash.

Mo Motang was stunned, "Where's my window?"

The onlookers looked at me and I looked at you. None of them had any impression of the window sashes. If I remember correctly, this is what they looked like when they arrived.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards his face, Shen Mo Tang retreated subconsciously, but found that the black shadow was not completely upright, and had already fallen down.

WTF?

and many more.

Isn't the shape of the black shadow his window?

Shen Mo Tang poked his head out again in a hurry. Under the window, the palm-sized black panther was trying to use its front paws to pick up the window sash that had fallen to the ground and had been stepped on several times, but it was not successful once.

It's not that Hei Mist doesn't have enough strength to lift it up, it's just that he can't keep his balance no matter what.

Mo Motang didn't know what to say for a while.

If I remember correctly, before Black Mist became like this, he was a skin monster who loved to step on people's heads in the water, with excellent balance.

Mo Motang blinked, and shifted his gaze from Hei Wu's body to the window sash in Hei Wu's claws.

Not to mention full of footprints, there is a crack in the middle that looks like a palm print, and at the hinge, the wood was directly torn off. He was lucky that he didn't touch the remaining thorn just now.

But this also completely shows that his window is broken.

Seems like he did it himself.

Shen Motang called Hei Wu, pointed at the window in his claws in the eyes of Hei Wu who looked back in a daze, and said with a dead heart: "Leave it alone."

Hei Wu was stunned for a moment, but somehow his claws were still exerting force, and he managed to lift the window sash in front of him.

In the next moment, the window sash snapped from the middle, bent towards the opposite direction of Shen Motang, and hit Hei Wu's claw with precision, causing Hei Wu to let go of the pain immediately, and a certain piece of sawdust that fell continued to inflict Hei Wu's secondary damage until It hit Hei Wu's head straight.

"Aw" a howl.

Mo Motang couldn't bear to look, silently moved his gaze away, moved his fingertips slightly, released spiritual power to pull out the sawdust, and even stroked the hair on Heiwu's head lovingly.

Mo Yong squatted down, beckoned to Black Mist, and Black Mist sniffed, ran around the broken window sash far away, jumped to Mo Yong's hand, and Mo Yong put his hand on his shoulder.

Shocked eyes followed along the way.

But is this matter settled?

It seems like something is not right.

Ah, he remembered!

His window is gone!How can it be regarded as dealt with?

Slumped back on the bed, Mo Motang began to think about the feasibility of directly using utensils to make window sashes.

Or, is there any technique that allows him to restore the window sash directly?

Chang Qing didn't give him this chance, and quickly motioned to Zhao Wan to let Zhao Wan go.

Zhao Wan thought for a moment, then walked to the bed along the gap, and looked into the empty purple eyes.

Mo Motang noticed his coming, and immediately replied: "I won't agree."

Zhao Wan nodded.

Nothing to say on the hatchback.

The line of sight never shifted for a moment.

Mo Motang couldn't help it, and said helplessly: "Then what do you want to do?"

Zhao Wan was stunned for a moment, her thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and she looked at the troubled window sash at her feet, "I want to help you repair the window."

-

All the little devils watching were driven out of Shen Motang's yard, leaving only him and Zhao Wan in the yard.

Mo Motang deeply remembered the previous curse, and wanted to go to the courtyard wall and open the barrier to access the small mustard garden next to it, but he couldn't.

There must be a reference for repairing windows, and the reference is in his yard.

Whether it is a window sash that has been broken into several pieces, or a window frame with wooden thorns remaining.

Before Zhao Wan reached out to touch the broken window without hesitation, Mo Mo Tang mobilized the silver bracelet to wash away the contaminated floating ash and the footprints that the little devils stepped on when they didn't notice.

He originally thought that Zhao Wan would directly use spells to restore the window, but judging by the posture, it seemed as if he planned to do it himself.

No way, what Zhao Wan said about repairing the window was to make him a new window directly.

Weird.

But the facts proved that Zhao Wan really had the same idea.

Even the movements are similar.

The stakes, saws, and planes that were condensed from the spiritual power were all easily used by Zhao Wan.

Mo Motang surrounded him in surprise and admiration, wishing he could half-permanently raise his thumbs up.

Zhao Wan was really embarrassed to hear it, and suddenly said: "Brother Shen, I'm sorry, I just know a little bit."

Mo Motang curled her lips, not saying she was dissatisfied with what Zhao Wan said, but from another perspective, she was indeed dissatisfied with what Zhao Wan said.

Zhaowan's awkwardness is awkward here, when he had a conversation with him in front of others, he could replace "I" and "Brother Shen" with "I" and "you", and after a while, it changed back again.

Mo Motang deliberately said: "So that's the case, I understand, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Wan's hands paused immediately, and she looked up at him with puzzlement in her eyes.

Mo Motang bent the corners of his lips, and said again: "What's wrong with Sword Master?"

Zhao Wan looked at his expression carefully, as if trying to find out the reason for this.

No fruit.

In the end, Zhao Wan still shook her head with eyes full of disbelief, lowered her eyes in a daze, and continued with the movements in her hands.

As expected, Mo Motang was condemned by his conscience.

How could this be so?

Mo Motang pretended not to care and looked at Zhao Wan's hand, inexplicably seeing a sense of harmony from the disharmony.

He is handsome and can do whatever he wants, even sawing wood is handsome!

Wait, Discord?

There is still dissonance.

It seems something is missing.

where is it?

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan up and down over and over again, and suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly stepped forward and pressed the saw in Zhao Wan's hand, and said urgently, "Where's your sword?"

Just at this moment, the wooden stick fell, and it made a clicking sound when it landed on the ground, echoing Zhao Wan's doubts, "Huh?"

Mo Motang frowned so anxiously that he unconsciously raised his voice, "The sword you always hang around your waist!"

Zhao Wan seemed to have just remembered this incident, nodded slowly, her eyes still immersed in astonishment fell on Shen Motang's hand on the saw, quietly waiting for Shen Motang to leave.

Mo Motang was almost incoherent, "No, didn't you take it when you came?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, "At the sick place, I..."

Mo Motang immediately turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard with great strides.

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Changqing sat on the stone steps in front of Mozun's courtyard, holding up Zhaowan's long sword and looking at it carefully.

The long sword seemed to have been greatly wronged, the buzzing sound never stopped, and it was so shocking that Changqing couldn't see clearly what the carvings on it were.

This thing was supposed to be on the sickness. As for the specific reason, Changqing found out from other little devils.

In other words, he has inquired about the whole process of the matter.

It was great, but he wasn't there.

This makes Changqing a little regretful.

But this thing came to him from the sickness, it had nothing to do with what he had inquired about, it was thrown to him directly by the sickness after they were kicked out of the hospital together.

He only left him a word, "Help him hand it over to Zhao Wan", and then left him and ran back to the cave back to the cave.

Nothing to do left and right, Changqing went back to the study to tell the general situation to the waiting little devils, and then let them separate.

And he himself returned here.

It would have been nice if Mozun hadn't continued to set up barriers against him, so that he could still see what was going on inside.

Intuition told him that it was definitely worth seeing.

How could it be like now, not to mention the lack of fun, the sword still made his arms numb, well, half of his body was numb.

The courtyard door behind him slammed open, Changqing was startled, almost bounced on the spot, and subconsciously blocked the long sword in front of him.

Then, facing the surprised Mo Motang, he heard a voice from behind Mo Mo Tang.

"...I asked him to keep it for me."

Chang Qing moved her head slowly, and saw Zhao Wan who was a few steps behind Mo Mo Tang.

And further back, there are several pieces of wood stacked together.

Looking at the progress, it should not be long since it started.

In other words, while the two were chatting, the "he" that Zhao Wan mentioned appeared?

The heart of long-term gossip suddenly arises, "What what?"

Mo Motang didn't have the heart to answer his question, his eyes were fixed on the long sword in Changqing's hand, trying to tell whether it was Zhao Wan's or not.

Ok.

Tried and failed.

The long sword trembled as if the blur effect had been turned on, not to mention the details, it was almost impossible to see clearly.

But no matter what, the long love is definitely the most difficult one. I don’t know if it’s because I feel that the master is nearby. This thing is like crazy.

Chang Qing refused to take away the gaze nailed to Shen Motang's face, and did not forget to pay attention to watching Zhao Wan behind him.

Unexpectedly, Mo Motang suddenly turned sideways and looked back at Zhao Wan, pointing to Chang Qing's long sword still held in front of him and asked: "Is this yours?"

Zhao Wan heard the words and looked along the pointer.

silence.

Still silent.

Changqing couldn't stand it anymore, and said aloud: "It was given to me by the sickness, let me hand it over to Jianzun."

Only then did Zhao Wan nod her head, obviously with some hesitation.

The other two didn't know how to react for a while, and it's not their fault. It's really such a situation, it's really beyond their imagination.

It's impossible for anyone to imagine it.

The sword master, who is respected by the sword, can't recognize his own sword?

If you say it, no one will believe it!

Zhao Wan didn't feel that there was anything wrong, stepped forward to take the long sword from Chang Qing's hand, and said "Thank you".

The curious gazes of the two followed the long sword to Zhao Wan's hand for a moment, and then watched Zhao Wan's hand tremble slightly due to the violent shaking of the long sword.

Mo Motang raised his eyes to look at Zhaowan, then turned to look at Changqing, and couldn't help but break his merits in Changqing's smile.

They saw something very interesting.

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What are weapons, Ah Wan only wants a wife (doge)