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

In the end, Zhao Wan couldn't eat the fairy fruit he made.

It's not because Zhao Wan rejected his proposal, but because he went down the fire, the fairy fruit and syrup were gone.

The loss of ingredients often happens in his place, but this kind of direct loss to zero is still a bit special.

He tried several times afterwards, either the syrup could not be boiled out, or the syrup could not be put in the fairy fruit.

In short, after all the tossing, Mo Motang finally moved out of the kitchen listlessly, threw himself onto the couch under the tree, picked up the blanket and buried his head in it, talking to Zhao Wan in a muffled voice.

"It's because I'm superficial. I'm not good at learning. I'll try again later. I'll make it for you when I succeed."

Zhao Wan followed him and stood beside the couch. Seeing his reaction, she was a little helpless. After a long while, she finally hesitated and squatted down, and asked tentatively, "Can you let me try?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Motang stared at Zhao Wan with one corner of his eyes, then quickly retracted them, and quickly shook his head, "Another day, you go back to report on your duties first, it would be very bad to stop you."

It's already November, and the night falls early, and the moon hangs crookedly to the sky, reflecting frost on the ground.

Mo Motang was lying on the couch, the silver bell in his hair trembling slightly with his movements, reflecting the shining silver light, blending with the moonlight.

He seemed to complain a little, and muttered: "Why don't you know how to refuse? Why did you agree to my invitation? Then if I let you live in Shuangyuezong, do you want to stay?"

"Ah."

Mo Motang didn't notice it, and just resigned to his fate in frustration: "I'm talking nonsense, don't..."

"Ah."

Only then did Shen Mo Tang realize that he raised his head abruptly, "Did you answer just now!"

Zhao Wan's eyes were stained with an indescribable smile, the corners of his lips seemed to be curled up, he nodded and said: "Yes."

Mo Motang was so startled that he couldn't speak, he stared closely at the clear smile on Zhao Wan's face and pondered carefully, then threw himself back for a while, and said brokenly: "The fake is all fake, I'm blind, I'm deaf, I'm unconscious."

Taking a deep breath to cheer up, Shen Mo Tangfu raised his head again, and said seriously: "I won't say anything, and you won't come to live."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, feeling a sense of loss accumulated in her heart, but she still nodded and said, "I will wait."

Mo Motang: "?"

Shen Motang slowly threw himself into the blanket again, and said in a muffled voice, "I must have hallucinated from inhaling too much smoke, you go, I want to sleep slowly."

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes and let out a silent sigh.

-

Early the next morning, Shen Motang got up from the bed in a daze, walked out of the room in a daze, saw the flowers and trees in the courtyard that were becoming more and more bleak, and unconsciously went over to touch the leaves that were still green, and then out of the yard.

But instead of going to the study, he simply headed to Changqing's residence.

Wait, I seem to have forgotten something.

Mo Motang stopped immediately, and the little devil who was following him from a distance was startled, and hurriedly retracted his head into the bushes.

Silent Tang could hear their movements clearly.

Of course it wasn't that he wanted to hear it, it was too obvious.

It's like the three in the middle on the left, who tripped over for some reason while hiding, and twisted into twists and covered each other's mouths before they uttered a sound in pain.

He didn't even know how to untie them afterwards.

But after such a toss, Mo Motang became much more sober, ignored the confusion behind him, and took out the messenger talisman to send a message to Chang Qing.

Oh yes, just the news is not enough, let's solve the punishment together by surprise.

So in the end, in the summons talisman Chang Qing received, in addition to telling him to go to the new village together later, there was also a reminder from Mo Mo Tang.

【About what happened yesterday, I will also punish you here】

After that sentence, there is a small arrow, and where the arrow points to, as Changqing's gaze moves, the formation is activated.

-

As soon as the two met, Changqing was about to speak with a face full of surprise, bewilderment and dissatisfaction, but was interrupted by Shen Motang's action without even looking at it, and the silver bracelet moved slightly, instantly teleporting the two of them to the new village Not far away.

Mo Motang glanced at Changqing, almost couldn't hold back the gloating smile, turned around in a panic, raised his hand and waved lightly, "Go, enter the village."

Changqing was taken aback, and quickly ran to Shen Motang, uncomfortably tugging on the tight clothes, no matter how he looked at it, he was not satisfied, "My lord, do I really have to wear this?"

Mo Motang suppressed his smile, bit his lower lip lightly, finally switched to the serious mode, then nodded and said: "Of course, it's punishment."

Like fancy?Like to show your waist?

Then he raised the long-loved collar, tightened the cuffs, and replaced it with a gray and plain color, and the robe could be as long as possible.

Don't talk about showing your waist, you won't be allowed to show your wrists and necks.

Let the long-term love "be good" every minute.

Changqing still tried to grab the high cuff, but failed.

After all, it was specially made by Mo Motang with a magic weapon, to cut off his thoughts from all aspects.

Mo Motang couldn't be too satisfied, the corners of his mouth still curled up unconsciously, imitating the gesture of long-term love, he stretched out his index finger and shook, "Don't waste your time, hurry up and go."

After all, bypass Changqing and continue walking to the village.

Changqing saw that Mo Motang was determined to punish him, so he didn't struggle at all, resigned himself to his fate and turned to follow, and asked dejectedly: "Then Lord, there must be a deadline, when can this thing be torn off?"

Shen Motang paused, turned to look at Chang Qing, raised his breath and was about to speak, but suddenly turned back discouraged, "I won't tell you."

"what?"

Mo Motang nodded, and said again: "Is it suffering?"

Changqing couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, and hesitated how to answer.

Mo Mo Tang really didn't want to hear any answer, it shouldn't be too obvious whether the long-term love is suffering or not, he just deliberately stimulated the long-term love.

Mo Motang almost wanted to laugh out loud, quickly suppressed his overjoyed voice, and continued: "It's fine to suffer, and you don't want to think about how much you make me and Zhaowan suffer because of what you do every day.

If I didn't know that you have such a bad personality that even the devil despises you, I would have wondered if you were an undercover agent sent by Zhengdao to disturb the Shuangyue Sect. "

Long love: "?"

Changqing: "No, is this the reason?"

Mo Motang touched his chin and thought for a while, then asked doubtfully, "Isn't it enough?"

Changqing really hopes that there is some other reason, not that he hopes to hear words such as trust from Shen Tang's mouth, but that no matter what else he hears from Shen Tang's mouth, he has earned it.

It's going to be really fun after all.

Of course it didn't mean that he wanted to hear such cold words, it really hurt his heart.

How could you not tell him?

that……

Changqing instantly adjusted her mentality, gossiping: "What about Zhaowan? What's his reaction?"

Mo Motang said directly without thinking: "You don't care what his reaction is, if you don't torment him, he won't react."

Unexpectedly, Changqing was excited by this, and ran to him again, with a sly smile in his fox eyes, and shouted: "This is it!"

Shen Motang frowned slightly, puzzled and asked, "Which one is it?"

Changqing smiled mysteriously, raised his hand to cover his mouth, leaned closer and said: "Reaction, that person is like a boring gourd. If you don't provoke him, he will never show his feelings in the next life."

Mo Motang cast a long, affectionate glance, "You'd better save it, I think you just want to watch the fun."

After finishing speaking, Mo Motang wanted to bypass Changqing again, but Changqing reached out to stop him.

"Wait a minute, doesn't the Lord like him?"

Mo Motang almost had a heart attack, took a deep breath to adjust, looked directly at Changqing, and couldn't help but wonder: "Your work should not be so leisurely."

Changqing blinked, and suddenly said: "I'm still very busy, so Lord, do you really not like it?"

It seems that there is no way to get around this topic.

Mo Motang looked at Changqing silently, inexplicably feeling that although he had temporarily shielded Changqing's fancy exterior, it seemed to have opened up Changqing's heart that did not hide the gossip.

No matter how you say it, it is not of the same order of magnitude as the previous gossip.

In other words, the degree of gallbladder fat is not an order of magnitude.

He thought for a while, but still asked in confusion, "Why are you so focused?"

The long-hearted smile deepened, and the winking eyes were curved into hooks, and the answer was taken for granted, "Naturally, I am worried about the lifelong affairs of the Lord."

It didn't seem like he was worried about his life-long event, but rather that he thought he was living a good life.

Shen Motang lowered his eyelids helplessly, and after looking at it for a while, he felt that his eyes were tormented again, so he avoided his gaze, and said in disgust: "Worrying about me is better than worrying about yourself."

Changqing didn't take it seriously at all, "My lord doesn't have to worry about me, as long as my lord is happy, I'm fine with anything."

Obtained a random white eye of Mo Motang.

Mo Motang would not believe Changqing's words, but he made Changqing worry about him and it was not just nonsense.

No matter how you say it, Changqing can be regarded as one of the important supporting roles in the original book. This is because you have not met the protagonist Shou, and you really need to worry about it after you meet.

But how should I put it, long-term love can meet Yue Xingxun without the reason of seeking jealousy.

Now that Mi Ju has Zhu Yuansi as a young apprentice, I believe that even if he meets the protagonist Shou Yue Xingxun who is about the same age as Zhu Yuansi, the reaction will not be as big as in the book.

The premise has changed, and who knows what changes will happen in the future.

But no matter how you say it, the line of long-term love will not involve life-threatening, and he didn't intend to interfere.

Of course, that's still the case now.

Mo Motang is really too lazy to talk to him, and really too lazy to argue with him, bypassing Changqing again, "You should be happy and happy, don't use me as a shield, besides, today's focus is not on you and me."

He pointed to the decent village after renovation, "It's them."

Sensing his seriousness, Changqing turned to look at the entrance of the village.

I noticed it at the beginning, and it seems that people really noticed it. Now the villagers have consciously gathered together, looking at them from a distance, with doubts on their faces.

Suddenly, a three or five-year-old child broke free from the old man's hand and stumbled towards him.

Changqing had an impression of this child, thinking that he was still looking for her, so she didn't pay much attention, but was ready to be hugged on the thigh.

Unexpectedly, the child rushed over to Changqing without hesitation, and slapped Mo Motang's legs.

Shen Motang was stunned on the spot, looked blankly at the villagers who wanted to stop them but no one dared to move, then looked at the same dull-faced Chang Qing, and mouthed: Ah?

Changqing lowered his eyes and glanced at the child, then silently moved his eyes away.

The next moment, the child raised his innocent face and yelled.

"Mother--"

Shen Motang's eyelids twitched.

What the hell? ! ! !

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