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

Mo Motang still couldn't find Mo Qie's location.

Needless to say, the places that can be seen at a glance, the places that can't be seen at a glance, it is not easy to find them directly with spiritual consciousness.

Mo Motang had no choice but to take a step towards the bushes.

It would be best if Mo Yong had already left early, but all his actions would not affect Mo Yong.

But if he didn't go, he had to be careful not to scare her again.

To be honest, his mind is a little messed up now, it seems that it is not the time to do such a thing.

But some things can't be explained easily.

Even if he let go of Mo Qi's mood, he still wanted to escape.

Might as well not let him know.

Although he also wanted to comfort himself that it would be more problematic if he could change casually.

But this world that only exists in words has materialized before his eyes, and then tell him that all this, including everything that will happen in the future, is already arranged, can you accept it?

Anyway, he can't.

He didn't want to accept it either.

Avoiding a clump of brocade, behind a tree, he vaguely saw a little white hair, stared at it for a moment, but there was no movement at all.

Before turning around and walking away, Shen Motang asked softly: "Mo Qie?"

There was a rustling sound coming from the side, Shen Mo Tang turned his head, and saw the roots of the flowers and trees over there, something walking towards him, causing the leaves to vibrate slightly.

Mo Motang wondered if it might be Mo Qie.

"Increasing Lord!"

Mo Motang: "?"

The dark body broke through the fence of flowers and trees, and appeared in front of him as black mist.

Hei Wu held a small sachet in his mouth, and to avoid dragging it to the ground to make it dirty, he tilted his head vigorously, but this also created his big tongue.

Mo Motang answered clearly, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Hei Mist walked to his feet and sat down, raised the sachet in his mouth with his front paws and handed it to him, "This."

Mo Motang took it in doubt, "What is this?"

Hei Wu retreated a few steps so that he could raise his head slightly smaller, and explained: "Tuanjin's sachet."

Mo Motang was even more puzzled, "You did it?"

Hei Wu shook his head, "It's not me, it's Mo Qie. She asked me to hand over to the Lord, and told the Lord not to worry about everything."

Mo Motang thought back for a moment, and suddenly understood what Mo Yong was pointing at, after all, it was him who bounced up suddenly.

Does that prove that Mo Yong left shortly after he bounced excitedly?

Thinking about it, Mo Motang asked Hei Wu, "Do you know where she went? And this, when did she give it to you?"

Hei Wu shook his head again, "I don't know where I'm going now, but Mo Yong was called away by Changqing just now, and it was also given to me at that time. It's been a while. I thought the Lord was in the study, so I went first there."

Shen Motang looked at the sachet in his hand, the whole body was light blue, only a little purple was mixed into the embroidered brocade petals, very delicate.

It will definitely not be a product that can be completed in this short period of time.

Regardless of whether the original intention was to give it to him or not, Mo Qi put a lot of effort and time into this sachet.

Speaking of which, almost all the group brocades in his courtyard were made by Mo Yong.

Now, she brought him the group brocade in another form, in the late autumn when the group brocade will not bloom again.

Warmth welled up in Shen Motang's heart, even enough to wash away the cold and trembling that had been trying to disturb him since just now.

A smile unconsciously crept up to the brows, Mo Motang looked at Heiwu, "Thank you for sending it to me, and thank Mo Qi for me, just say I like it very much."

Hei Wu nodded, always feeling that something had changed about his lord.

But Hei Wu couldn't find out what the specific changes were. Seeing that the Lord had no intention of continuing to talk to him, he got up and planned to leave.

Mo Motang stopped him at this moment, "Wait, Mo Qie, you should let me thank you in person, if you have something to do, do it."

Hei Wu nodded blankly, said "goodbye" to Mo Motang, turned around and walked along the original road, bringing with it another rustling of leaves.

Mo Motang thought for a while, hung the sachet on his waist in a good mood, and walked back to the study slowly.

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On the desk in the study, there was a water-colored messenger talisman.

The moment Shen Mo Tang caught a glimpse of it, he wondered if he had lost his memory.

If I remember correctly, didn't he dye the communication talisman, change the content and send it back?

How did it appear on his desk?

The color faded in the middle of delivery?

It shouldn't be sent back to him, but it should be sent back to the original owner according to the setting!

As if sensing his presence, the sign of the Bell Tower on the communication talisman suddenly lit up for a moment, like a reminder to him.

Mo Motang just stayed away.

This, this is new?

Didn't he just take a lunch break?Is Juanlinglou so efficient?

Mo Motang approached slowly, her heart beating like a drum.

Shouldn't it be a fight with him directly?

In other words, if it is purely about fighting, the strength of Juanlinglou should not be too strong.

But the forces involved in Juanlinglou, um, he doesn't want to get in touch, it will definitely be very troublesome.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Motang had no choice but to reach out to pick up the summoning talisman. As usual, he checked whether there were any traps, and then opened it bit by bit.

Then a beige corner appeared.

Beige?Also divided the inner and outer layers?

The water color alone is not public enough, should we add another color to show him?

Very arrogant first floor owner.

And when the messenger talismans were fully unfolded, Mo Motang was so shocked that he even stopped breathing for a moment.

I'm sorry, it's him who is superficial, it's him who is arrogant.

Girl, please forgive my ignorance.

How can this be added a color, it is clearly a piece of paper added, it is a business name, the business name they are thinking of!

Is it so generous?

Was it really for him?

Mo Motang was both surprised and delighted, looking at the name of the shop on the store name, and then at the signature of the executor, she was so moved that she almost burst into tears.

This is a business name personally approved by the owner of Juanling Building!

Look at the shop above, that is the name he specially delegated to the whole sect solicitation. It took a long time to count and toss to settle on it. It is the shop of the Shuangyue sect!

His Shuangyuezong's shop can be seen as clean and clear.

With this landlord as the executor, he still needs a "fifth protector" to toss about. As long as the news from the Juanling Tower is released, he can enter the market as he wants.

Let's not mention other aspects, let's not talk about it, just talk about business, no one will not believe in Juanlinglou, let alone the owner of Juanlinglou!

Mo Motang's face was flushed with excitement, and the corners of his mouth wanted to fly up to the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

After looking at the business name over and over again, Mo Motang squeezed out some rationality from the excitement, and passed the good news to all the devils involved.

Within a moment, excited shouts resounded from all directions, resounding throughout the entire mountain range of the Shuangyue Sect, causing the birds and beasts to be in turmoil, and for a while it was even more noisy.

After the initial excitement, some of the devils walked out of the room to leave their posts, ran to the study from all directions, and came in front of Mo Motang.

Mo Motang's joy, which had only been suppressed for a while, revived in front of the demon bosses. Everyone looked at each other and laughed for a long time before finally stopping.

"Congratulations!"

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After regaining his sanity, Mo Motang began to arrange the next task on the spot.

Well, in fact, there is nothing to arrange. Everyone's tasks have been clearly divided as early as the closing period, and they only owe a business name.

Now that the company has a name, it only needs to implement according to the progress of each plan.

The only change is the "Fifth Guardian" on Changqing's side.

Although he didn't want to use the "Fifth Protector" to go directly to the market, but after all, it was just a wild delusion when he was excited.

The Demon Cultivator of the Mozong is no different than any other identity, and it has its own controversy. Even if the owner of the Juanling Tower is personally the executor, the Juanling Tower has specially arranged for a goods inspector to inspect the goods of the Shuangyue Sect. The common people should care about it Still count.

Not to mention that there are still a large number of monks among their trading targets.

Some things still have to succumb to the environment, at least for now.

After the task of "Fifth Protector" was inserted, the overall process slowed down a bit.

It's not that the "Fifth Protector" needs to start releasing news now, Changqing seems to have been secretly handling it before then.

But there are some things that cannot be rushed. As Chang Qing said in the morning, he wants to release some true and false rumors before the end of the month.

Before he knew it, Changqing had already released news that there would be rumors.

That is, rumors of rumors.

In order to ensure the effect, it is better to choose a more secure way.

When the supply of goods everywhere in the deep winter was too weak, the store of Shuangyuezong opened beautifully, and beautifully supplied goods to various places, and beautifully entered the market.

This is also the expected effect that the "Fifth Protector" wants to achieve.

Mo Motang sighed in admiration, although the overall cultural level of the Shuangyue Sect is worrying, but if you get something alone, there will always be unexpected surprises.

Ah, no, it's a little less worrying now.

With Song Bai's unremitting efforts, most of the little devils were able to write their own names. Although some of them slipped away after learning this, most of the little devils still chose to continue learning.

Whether it is arithmetic or word recognition, I can't say how fast or good it is. Compared with primary school students in the first and second grades, it can probably be compared.

Most of the people here have nothing to do with the story line in the original text, but this cannot conceal their wonderfulness.

Mo Motang smiled gratifiedly, and looked at the communication talisman in a blink of an eye, so excited that he almost forgot other questions.

For example, in addition to the business name, what else is written in the communication talisman.

Another example, why wasn't the communication talisman directly given to him, but placed on his desk purposely.

It's going to be really scary to come back from a break.

Mo Motang intends to solve them one by one, perhaps knowing the first reason, the second answer will naturally emerge.

【Visit another day】

Mo Motang was a little dazed, but no matter how he looked at it, there were only these four words, and he didn't even have Zhang Yang's signature in the previous letter, which didn't match the impression he had left on the previous letter at all.

Does not seem to be angry.

Also, how could he give him a business name when he was angry.

But the girl from the Bell Tower obviously declined his proposal.

Mo Motang curled his lips, but it was in line with his expectations, so there was no need to say anything more.

But he really found the answer to the second question at this time, it has nothing to do with the first one, it's just that he forgot to remember it.

Unless it was a communication talisman that was clearly targeted at a specific person or location, other communication talismans that were only vaguely targeted at Shuangyuezong would be sent to his desk first.

He set it himself.

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