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

Zhaowan handed him a handkerchief.

Shen Mo Tang thanked him for taking it, and pressed it to the corner of his eye without thinking, so he gave up and cried bitterly.

How could this be so?

Zhao Wan was stunned for a moment, touched her bosom, but couldn't find the second handkerchief, rummaged through the mustard seeds for a long time, and finally found a champagne wrapped in the thank you letter and put into the mustard seeds in a corner.

The delicate flower moon is embroidered on the corner of the champagne, probably the original owner was a careful woman.

Feeling ashamed in Zhao Wan's heart, she silently apologized and handed the champagne to Hei Wu.

Hei Wu hooked his paws to take it, but obviously gave up struggling, and let Song Bai grab himself as a towel.

It's not that he said, Song Bai's tears were really many.

It's soaked through his fur and seeped into his skin, and, it seems, it's just getting started.

Even if Hei Wu finally coaxed Song Bai to take the medicine, it was obviously too late.

Song Bai is still ill.

So at this moment, Song Bai, who was ill, was looking back on the first half of Shen Tang's life. To be precise, it was the first half of life of the person who made Song Bai overlap with Shen Tang when he became ill.

The "baby" in Song Bai's mouth was abandoned in April when the catkins fluttered like snow, skinny and bony, but the cry was amazing.

Song Bai passed by and took him away as the only family member.

"Baby" is mischievous, smart, and too pure, and he is not stingy to put his trust in, and the only reward he receives is mud and scars all over his body.

"Wa'er" left again and again, and came back with injuries again and again, and finally, in another April, more than ten years later, Song Bai buried him under a tree full of catkins.

Before that, seeing "Baby" happy was his biggest expectation, after that, finding "Baby" was his only yearning.

But at this time, the confusion caused by dementia allowed him to find the possibility of happiness for his "baby" in Shen Motang.

Mo Motang cried until his brain ached.

Hei Wu was wiped away with tears and his brain ached.

Song Bai, washed away with joy, also cried until his brain ached.

As for Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan was at a loss what to do, wanted to pat Shen Mo Tang on the back several times to help him relax, hesitated and then withdrew.

This also made the black mist brain hurt.

The brain of the black mist, which was superimposed with severe pain in the brain, became chaotic involuntarily, and no matter who was in front of him, he said dizzily, "Why don't you just let me do it?"

Mo Motang was stunned for a moment, not understanding.

Song Bai paused for a moment to wipe away his tears, but he didn't understand.

Only Zhao Wan shook his head with some embarrassment after being caught.

Mo Motang wiped away his tears, and his eyes finally became clear for a short time. Following the black mist's line of sight, it was Zhao Wan.

Seeing Zhao Wan's obviously uncomfortable expression, Shen Mo Tang's brain twitched, and he said with emotion: "It's not easy."

With a strong nasal voice and a touch of crying.

The long eyelashes were gathered into clusters due to the dampness, and the ends of the eyes were also dyed a light red. The clear purple eyes like dogs blinked, tears welled up again, and the mist made people feel pity.

It was different from the suppressed low cry last night, completely different.

The unspeakable sourness instantly filled Zhao Wan's heart, and he nodded.

Also admit the pain and pain of Mo Motang.

Shen Mo Tang got a response, so he forgot what Hei Wu said, put down the handkerchief he got from Zhao Wan, picked up the bowl and took a sip, it was a bit cold, but it didn't affect his replenishment of water.

Song Bai got up quickly, snatched the bowl from his mouth, and when Shen Motang was shocked, he lifted the lid of the casserole on the charcoal stove, "It won't taste good when it's cold, add some heat first."

Mo Motang smiled wryly, but was unable to judge Song Bai's state at this moment.

Here only Hei Wu didn't care about it, and finally broke free from Song Bai's clutches, and was trying to wipe his back with the champagne that Zhao Wan gave him.

Mao was puddled with tears.

If it weren't for the unfinished dishes on the table, Hei Wu would have shaken his body to shake off the water, as much as he could shake off.

But obviously he couldn't do that.

As for why he didn't go down to the chair or the floor, Hei Wu slightly rolled his eyes.

I just think there's a next game, I'm generous, I plan to be old man Song's handkerchief to the end!

How interesting it is on the table, who among the devils has seen the devil cry so closely!

Grandpa, I can play for the rest of my life.

But unfortunately, there is no next game.

Although Song Bai hadn't regained his clarity, he obviously didn't intend to continue this topic. After the tears were washed away, his clear eyes reappeared with a smile, and they continued to circle around the two people opposite him.

Shen Motang's mind was stuffy, and he didn't think about stopping it or what to do. He just wiped away his tears and reached out to ask Heiwu for that champagne.

Zhao Wan stopped him, "That champagne shouldn't be mine, so naturally it shouldn't come back to me. If the little brother doesn't dislike it, then let's keep it."

Hei Wu brought Xiangpa in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, and seemed to have touched something, put it down and pressed it with his paws, leaned over and saluted Zhao Wan, "Then thank you Sword Master."

Mo Motang didn't speak, quietly watching the two people come and go politely, but twisted the wet handkerchief on his fingertips little by little, with a bang, the cleansing technique instantly washed away the tears on it.

Shen Motang lowered his hand again and put down the handkerchief little by little, moving slowly, his mind was full of thoughts.

Suddenly, Song Bai said at this moment: "My baby likes this handkerchief? Then I'll make some for you tomorrow."

Mo Motang froze on the spot.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Wan turned her head, glanced at the half-loose handkerchief in Shen Motang's hand without a trace, and said bluntly, "If Brother Chen doesn't mind..."

Mo Motang put the handkerchief back into Zhaowan's hand in an instant, "I don't mind it, but I don't need it either, so forget it."

Zhao Wan looked down at the lightly creased handkerchief in her hand, feeling inexplicably sad.

Song Bai was a little puzzled, he just nodded and accepted Shen Motang's decision, and didn't mention it again.

Seeing that he was not needed, Hei Wu jumped back to the chair with a champagne in his arms, and said without showing his head, "Please clean it up, my lord."

Mo Motang understood, flicked his fingertips slightly, the breeze eased, and the desktop where the black mist was originally was immediately refreshed.

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After drinking and eating, ah no, I didn't drink at all, at most Song Bai drank a few pills during the interlude.

Cough, anyway, not long after that, the few people chatted for a while, and Song Bai left with the black mist, just like when he came, put the black mist on his neck, and then the black mist carried the charcoal stove with him. casserole.

Song Bai's state didn't seem to be fully recovered, but he didn't seem to be so confused.

In terms of duration, the effect of this drug is really good.

But after such an encounter, Mo Motang would think again, could Song Bai in the chaos be happier?

Is it more pleasurable to be aware of the substitution of perception in chaos than it is to be conscious of what he is like but he is not?

Just saying that, Mo Motang couldn't convince himself to stop the medicine for Song Bai.

What if it develops to the end, and even the existence of "Baby" is erased from the chaotic memory, what should I do?

In that case, Song Bai's "baby" would really disappear.

Shen Motang shook his head, thinking that this is really not enough, and Song Bai still needs to continue the treatment.

How about going to see Mr. Song more when you have time?

If Song Bai also likes him who is not a "baby", likes the little devil of Shuangyuezong, likes the crops in the back mountain.

Then, can they more or less replace "baby"?

Mo Motang sighed, turned to look at Zhao Wan, and suddenly reached out and took off a certain silver bracelet on his wrist and handed it to him, "This is for you."

Zhao Wan hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him.

Shen Motang smiled and showed some white teeth, "In exchange, Ah Wan's jade pendant is with me after all."

Zhao Wan has almost forgotten about this matter, but, will it be bad?

Mo Motang didn't even give him a chance to refute, and said bluntly: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, I've already decided it is it."

This is also a magic weapon, which can open a barrier to protect Zhao Wan from pollen and dust.

It can also easily open up a path in the protective barrier that he passively triggers.

Mo Motang thought for a while, and pressed his palm to signal Zhao Wan to lower himself.

Zhao Wan confirmed his seriousness, followed his instruction and bent slightly.

Mo Motang took a step forward and said softly, "Don't move yet."

Immediately afterwards, he took away the hairpin on Zhao Wan's hair crown, and the silver bracelet immediately changed, imitating the shape of the hairpin, and under the carving, a blooming begonia was hidden.

Mo Mo Tang carefully put the hairpin into her silky black hair, and then put the replaced hairpin back into Zhao Wan's hands, she couldn't help smiling.

If there really was a day when they turned against each other, he would be killed by Zhao Wan.

Just as Zhao Wan entrusted his life to his own hands, he also entrusted his own life to him.

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Is it an exchange token?owo