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

Mo Motang shook the rather thick communication talisman in his hand, even if Zhao Wan didn't turn his head to lose sight of it, it would be good for him to hear something.

"After all, Chang Qing Shuo learned it from Ah Wan. I hope he will learn well and not cut corners."

Zhao Wan didn't turn her head, she shook her head slowly and said, "Brother Changqing is very smart, he won't do it."

Mo Motang nodded clearly, "Yes, very smart, that's why."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled.

Mo Motang curled the corner of his mouth, and said with a soft smile: "Maybe it's because of what was added."

At this time, Changqing, who was resting in his yard with his legs crossed, was happily waiting for Shen Motang's feedback, and sincerely hoped that Mo Motang could take a good look at what he wrote.

He wrote so blatantly, it shouldn't be hard to see it.

Mozun, please understand carefully.

Understand Zhao Wan's special treatment for you, and then understand your feelings for Zhao Wan by the way.

He didn't want to wait until the year of the monkey to see these two enlightened people. He would be exhausted, which would affect his mood of watching the spectacular chaos in the immortal world.

Ah, just thinking about it makes me look forward to it.

Thinking about it, Changqing's mood improved again, leisurely put down her raised feet, and looked at the paper scrolls piled up on the corner of the table in a good mood.

These are all Hei Wu's homework, no matter he is there or not, they have to be handed in to him every day.

Changqing picked up the top piece of paper, looked at the dog crawling, ah no, the leopard crawling like handwriting and tried to decipher it.

After leaving for a full ten days, the accumulated schoolwork has piled up into a hill. It is really a big project.

However, at the next moment, Changqing's face changed slightly, and he sneezed suddenly.

Pages flew.

Someone is talking bad about him behind his back!

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Zhao Wan finally turned around and stood side by side with him, watching the content written in the messenger talisman floating in front of him.

The difference in height between the two is obvious and obvious, after all, there is a difference of half a head, and whichever one's line of sight is aligned will burden the other.

Mo Motang had no choice but to hang the communication talisman in a central position, a little further away from the two of them.

Once the line of sight problem is solved, a new problem arises.

Although the nearly ten sheets of paper feel very thick and sound like a lot, they still cannot satisfy the desire for long-term writing and expression.

In order to put more content, the handwriting written by Changqing is very small, crowded and dense, and you will read the wrong line if you are not paying attention.

To be honest, Mo Motang really can't figure this out. It's not like there can only be ten sheets of paper in the communication talisman, so what if you write a few more?

Even if you can't fit one, how about another one?

Although he is not a talisman cultivator, he has a magic weapon. Isn't it a matter of minutes to copy a few communication talismans?

If it's not enough, just tell him, he can reimburse you!

We are poor, but we are not so poor.

But he couldn't let the long love rewrite, so he had to hold on to it.

After this, you must tell Changqing, and even the little devil of the whole sect, that if you save some places in the province, you can save some. In this kind of place, you don’t need to save those two pages and a few inks. It’s really inconvenient.

Mo Motang didn't know how Zhao Wan felt, anyway, he was dizzy, he read one line and forgot one line.

Unexpectedly, it was so easy to get through one page, and the writing on the next page was smaller and denser.

Mo Motang couldn't read a single word, and immediately felt dizzy.

As a last resort, Mo Motang had no choice but to change the shape of a certain silver bracelet into a T-shaped stick, and asked Zhao Wan if he cared and compared it with him.

Zhao Wan didn't care at all, in order to find out the parts that were falsely reported and missed according to Shen Motang's needs, he and Shen Motang watched at the same pace.

Besides, these contents are really dense and inconvenient to read. In the previous page, Mo Motang had read it wrong several times, and he almost read it wrong several times.

It would be better to say that comparing them would be beneficial for the two of them to watch. Zhao Wan answered quickly and truthfully said that he didn't care.

Mo Motang felt relieved and moved the stick under a line of words, but at this moment, Zhao Wan found something and hurriedly called him to stop.

Mo Motang raised his head in doubt, his eyes were full of blankness, but he immediately withdrew the stick and asked, "Is it still not?"

Zhaowan hesitated for a moment, unable to nod, only pointing to the messenger talisman and said: "Maybe you might as well enlarge it."

Mo Motang suddenly realized, "Good idea."

After speaking, he turned the small stick into a silver bracelet and put it back on his wrist, and enlarged the entire communication talisman by more than two times. The handwriting was indeed much clearer, and it even seemed less compact.

Mo Motang beamed with joy, and gave Zhao Wan a thumbs up, "Great!"

Zhao Wan looked at Shen Motang's innocent side face, and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but it seems that some kind of code has been added to the communication talisman, some kind of code that has been widely circulated.

And the small stick transformed by Mo Motang seems to be the prop needed to crack the code.

If that was the case, Zhao Wan wouldn't be so nervous.

It's just that the content of the suspected code seems to be very wrong.

Hope it's just his illusion.

Maybe it's just a coincidence?

After all, Changqing has to sort out so many contents, and in these contents, why can't a complete sentence be displayed where it coincides with a certain code?

Zhao Wan tried her best to ignore the impact of those words on her, and continued to follow Shen Mo Tang's line of sight.

Immediately, Zhao Wan realized that there were too many coincidences.

If he couldn't recognize it, he naturally didn't discuss it. He only said that he could recognize it. There was more than one on every page, and no matter whether it was a secret sign or an explicit one, the same message was clearly written.

It's a question, I don't know why I ask it, and I don't know who to ask it.

--do you like him?

Mo Motang turned to the last page.

Zhao Wan saw a new code.

Quite different from the previous problem, it is a condition imposed on the problem.

— This person next to you.

Around……

Zhao Wan looked sideways at Mo Mo Tang, Mo Mo Tang seemed to be still unaware, and concentrated on reading the report, with the small half of his face against the light, letting the sun be gilded.

It looks soft, just like the first time I saw it.

Zhao Wan couldn't tell what she was feeling, she was beating a little fast, with almost greedy desire, she was unwilling to look away for a moment.

Just at this moment, Mo Motang finished reading the last word, and nodded with a stiff head.

Zhao Wan was startled, and quickly avoided seeing him, but Mo Mo Tang had turned to look at him from the corner of his vision, and asked, "Have you finished reading, Ah Wan?"

Zhao Wan hastily scanned the unfinished content and nodded.

Mo Motang pointed back at the communication talisman and continued his process, "Is there a problem with this page?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, "As far as I know, there is no deception."

Mo Motang nodded in response, what he wanted to know from Zhao Wan was only what he knew, not that the other parts were not important, but after all Changqing and the others were not around, he couldn't prove it.

But well.

Mo Motang half-raised his hand pointing at the communication talisman, "I have a problem."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Could it be that he, noticed?

For no reason, Zhao Wan didn't really want Mo Mo Tang to speak.

What if it is not accident and coincidence?What if it's just a special arrangement of long-term love?

What will he think?

Mo Motang's head was empty.

But that doesn't mean he didn't think about anything. He did find a problem. The problem was so obvious that he read it all over and didn't remember anything. Instead, he just tried to write the long love between the lines and put it in front of him [Jian Zun is excellent] This matter is deeply etched in my mind.

I can't even buckle it out.

He was so confused that he didn't know whether he was really boasting or ironic.

Zhao Wan turned to face him, looking a little uncomfortable.

Silently understood.

Look, I have already noticed it, why not be so obvious!

Soon, Zhao Wan adjusted his expression again and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Motang stubbornly raised his hand and refused to let it go, intending to be cautious and probing, but he couldn't control his empty mind to let go of himself, and said bluntly: "May I ask, Ah Wan, where did you fall in love?"

Zhao Wan didn't realize what was wrong for a moment, instead she thought about it seriously and shook her head slowly, "I have no impression."

As she said that, Zhao Wan suddenly remembered something, and her eyes suddenly became heavy. Based on the content of those codes, it is indeed not impossible.

But Shen Motang, who didn't know anything about the secret signal, just nodded suddenly, and unconsciously lowered his gaze to the side and said, "Sure enough, it can only be attracted?"

I don't know why, but I always feel very uncomfortable!

Zhao Wan sensed something was wrong, raised her eyes when she heard the words, and said urgently: "No!"

This sound slightly interrupted Shen Motang's increasingly depressed mood, but only slightly.

Shen Motang's mind is in a mess, his thoughts are not clear, and his chest seems to be swollen, everything is very strange.

It was so strange that Mo Motang curled the corners of his mouth, squeezed out a sweet smile and said, "Don't rush to deny it, it's a good thing someone likes it."

This is his sanity.

On Zhao Wan's face, there was a deep disbelief, and then, she frowned slightly, as if making up her mind, she said: "I don't need to..."

Mo Motang looked away, "Oh, I just noticed that the words here seem to be written a little heavier."

Well, he admits he panicked.

He didn't know what Zhaowan would say next, but, don't you need it?

What don't you need?

Don't need someone to like it?

Doesn't he need to forcefully transfer his thoughts?

Or, don't need him to judge?

Mo Motang's little heart didn't want to accept any of these blows, his heartbeat was already in a mess.

Ok?

Why does it seem that this is not the only place with heavy handwriting?

Wait, why do they seem to be connected?

As a result, Mo Motang managed to divert his attention. Maybe it was because what happened just now had stimulated his heart in the final analysis, or maybe it was because he had seen so many things and he still couldn't fully digest them.

In short, Mo Motang unconsciously read these words.

"The person next to you."

Word by word.

Shen Motang was stunned, and couldn't help muttering: "What is this?"

"coincide."

Mo Motang turned his face and looked at Zhao Wan, "?"

Zhao Wan repeated without blushing, "Coincidence."

Undoubtedly, it is too suspicious.

The author has something to say:

really suspicious (touch chin)