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

The child's height was only around his knees, and he was thin and small, but there was some baby fat on his face. When he smiled, there were shallow pear dimples. He was a very cute child.

But can cuteness be called "mother" casually?

No!

What's more, he is not his mother, and it is impossible in this life.

He, he is a man!

Clearly a man!

Mo Motang was shocked, but still turned his head to look at Changqing, and called out in disbelief: "Longqing!"

Changqing refused to look at him, coughed lightly, pointed to the child blindly and said: "This child is called Xiaoguai."

Mo Motang:? ? ?

When did he ask the kid's name?

Obviously compared to the current situation, the name is the least important thing!

Mo Motang still wanted to speak, but the child, well, he knew the name now, it was this little boy, who hugged his leg and shook it lightly.

He had no choice but to suppress his increasingly irritable heart first, and lowered his head in doubt.

The little girl didn't even have all her teeth, but she looked at him with bright eyes, and shouted, "Mother!"

Shen Motang took a deep breath, and couldn't tell what was causing the psychological troubles, so he said with difficulty: "At least, you can call me a father."

"I didn't understand" was clearly written on the little boy's chubby face, but there was a bit of doubt in his tone, "Mother?"

Mo Motang's eyes blurred, "But I'm a man!"

Can I learn your name, be nice and call me Dad, okay?

He can barely recognize being a painless father, but he really can't do it as a mother!

Xiaoguai didn't realize this problem at all, and happily lowered her head against his knee, and said with a smile, "Mother."

Mo Motang had a heart attack at that time, looked at Changqing again with question marks all over his head, and said weakly: "Explain."

Changqing laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe, but he put away his smile with great insight, turned his head to face him pretending to be serious, and said, "My lord..."

The villagers gasped when they heard the sound, and their faces were instantly filled with panic. The old man who was holding Xiaoguai at first couldn't bear it even more, and rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

Both of them realized something and fell silent at the same time.

But that doesn't stop them from making eye contact.

Mo Motang glanced at the villagers: Why are you suddenly so afraid?

Changqing glanced at Xiaoguai: After all, he seems to have really caused trouble.

Mo Motang: Is it really a beautiful misunderstanding?

Changqing nodded slightly: They don't seem to know the Lord.

Mo Motang sighed helplessly, and he just said, being bold is not such a bold way.

But he didn't want to attack to see the real situation of the villagers better.

Mo Motang closed his eyes, as if he knew something went wrong.

Thinking about it, Mo Motang glared at Changqing, it was all Changqing, and insisted on dragging him to talk about what he had and what he didn't have.

Look, it was discovered before it entered the village.

Changqing raised his eyebrows to show his innocence.

Being innocent is not so important anymore. Before the villagers could control their hands and feet and run away, Mo Motang bent down to pick up Xiaoguai, coughed lightly, and said, "Folks, welcome everyone."

The scene froze for a moment.

That's right, although the content of their exchange seems to be quite a lot, but the two of them have worked together for a long time, and they have accumulated some tacit understanding. The long list in front of them was almost completed in an instant.

From the perspective of the villagers, they just got stuck while talking for a while, and the next moment, the two completely forgot about the previous conversation, and inexplicably shifted the focus to them.

As a result, more than a dozen pairs of surprised and uncertain eyes focused on him in unison, without making a sound.

Seeing Mo Motang felt embarrassed.

On the contrary, Xiaoguai is unique, seems to think that he is talking about something interesting, followed him vaguely and shouted: "Welcome!"

Mo Motang was relieved for no reason, the matter of "mother" was finally over.

However, the next moment, Xiaoguai turned her small face to him again, "Welcome, mother!"

Mo Motang: "..."

Face slaps don't have to come so fast.

The arrogant lover has turned his back and secretly smiled.

Mo Motang raised his foot and kicked Changqing's heel.

Changqing quickly stopped laughing, turned around and introduced to the villagers, "This is our Lord. As I said earlier, Demon Lord sincerely hopes that everyone can get along with each other. Don't be afraid."

Everyone looked at Changqing suspiciously, and then looked at him suspiciously, seeing him as if helpless, but they were not angry because of Xiaoguai's reckless behavior.

Within a short while, the expressions on everyone's faces became more or less relaxed, regardless of whether it was genuine relaxation or fake relaxation, the villagers looked at each other and said in unison: "I have seen the Demon Lord."

Mo Motang felt a little relieved for no reason, and could only say that this was the effort he had put in to persuade everyone.

At least at this moment, the villagers "trust" him.

Mo Motang quickly waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, I'm just here to take a look. If you have any omissions, just tell me, and I'll arrange someone to prepare it for you."

The little boy interrupted indiscriminately, "Get ready, mother!"

Mo Motang's eyes went dark again.

Amidst the polite "no" and "everything is fine" from the villagers, Mo Motang scratched his head, still planning to go to the village to have a look before making other decisions.

Looking down at Xiaoguai, Xiaoguai blinked her big eyes and raised her head laboriously. Suddenly, she felt blessed, let go of his legs and stretched out her hand to him.

Mo Motang was stunned for a moment, and was about to hold Xiaoguai's hand, but Xiaoguai broke free from his grasp, and shouted again: "Mother hug."

Shen Motang's eyes were turning black, so dark that it was colorful.

Changqing's gloating was too obvious, so obvious that the silent Tang Sheng came back to look at him.

Pointing to the little boy who is so difficult to deal with and is not good at all, Mo Motang hurriedly asked Xiang Changqing through voice transmission, "What's going on, am I just like his mother?"

Changqing almost laughed out loud again, but managed to hold it back, and replied through the same voice transmission: "No, Lord, it's just that Xiaoguai will call like this when she sees a beautiful person, and it was me who called before."

In other words, in Xiao Guai's eyes, Mo Motang is more beautiful than him.

Although this kind of unreasonable comparison made him feel very uncomfortable, but after all, the object was Mo Motang, and he recognized it.

Regardless of his identity and his personality, anyone would find Mozun's pure and innocent appearance pleasing to the eye.

Hundreds of years ago, he also liked it very much, but he couldn't like it anymore after meeting Mozun.

As for the reason, I don't want to remember the long-term love.

In the final analysis, it was because he resisted too much when the Demon Lord captured him, and the Demon Lord beat him up terribly.

But Mo Motang didn't care so much, but felt a little relieved for no reason.

It turned out that he was not the only one who suffered from this kind of situation, and he felt a lot more balanced in an instant, okay!

But why?

Small is a little small, it shouldn't be the only way to call this name.

Changqing guessed what he was thinking, and added thoughtfully: "His parents died before this, it was his grandpa who coaxed him, saying his mother is very beautiful.

Furthermore, Xiaoguai had a fever a while ago and didn't have time to cure it. She probably suffered from some sequelae, so she seemed a little presumptuous. "

Mo Motang's heart was much heavier, he bent down and hugged Xiaoguai, and said with a smile: "Xiaoguai, let's go find grandpa, shall we?"

Xiaoguai gently wrapped his arms around his neck, nodded seriously, but refused to look away for a moment.

Shen Motang secretly sighed in his heart, raised his eyes to look at the villagers, and saw the confusion in their eyes at a glance.

They were persuaded by Changqing, repeatedly telling themselves that the Demon Lord is very approachable, and they have also seen with their own eyes a very friendly Demon Lord without a hint of sternness, but subconsciously, they are still deeply afraid of the title Demon Lord.

They are hesitating whether to back off.

Mo Motang resolutely chose to move forward.

The villagers all stepped back to varying degrees.

Shen Motang pretended not to see it, restrained all the aura emanating from his body, walked to the fallen old man step by step, and put down Xiaoguai.

The old man had no strength left to stand up, his cloudy eyes were full of tears at some point, he panicked as he spoke, he was about to get up and kowtow to him.

How can this work?

Mo Motang hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down to support the old man, and said: "What is this for?"

The tears of the old man fell down, not to mention his voice, his whole body was trembling, "Mozun, you have a lot of adults, so let him go, he is still young, he doesn't understand anything, if you want to kill him Kill me, I just beg you..."

The more Shen Mo Tang listened, the more something was wrong, and immediately interrupted: "Wait, when did I say I was going to kill someone?"

The old man raised his teary eyes in surprise, but he didn't dare to look directly at him, so he quickly lowered his eyes, "I, I..."

Mo Motang shook his head, looked back at the little boy who was standing blankly by the side, lightly embraced him by the shoulders and brought him in front of the old man, "If you teach me well, at least separate the men and women first."

The old man was obviously stunned, and said incredulously, "Mozun, are you not angry?"

Mo Motang scratched his head, "I'm not angry, it's because he made me feel embarrassed by shouting."

At this moment, Xiaoguai made a sudden movement, stepped forward and hugged the old man, patted the old man on the back and comforted him: "Grandpa, mother is not angry."

Mo Motang's eyes were dark again.

It's just that he wasn't the only one who was blackmailed this time. The old man almost lost his breath, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to Xiaoguai, as if angry and scared, and the outstretched hand turned into a palm and was about to fall on Xiaoguai.

Unexpectedly, he was not willing to part with it, and fell on Xiao Guai without any strength, but trembled violently.

The old man hugged Xiaoguai tightly, and only for a moment, he forced Xiaoguai to stand upright, breathing heavily, "Your mother is not here, please apologize to the Demon Lord."

Xiaoguai didn't like the old man pushing him like this, so his small face wrinkled immediately, he broke free from the old man's weak hands and ran behind Shen Motang, shouting: "Grandpa lied, mother is here!"

The old man panicked, got up in a hurry and was about to come over and grab the little girl to cover his mouth. He panicked instantly, "Don't blame the devil, his brain is burnt out, don't blame the devil..."

Mo Motang couldn't bear to see this kind of scene, and raised his hand to cover the old man's skinny fingers, and slowly shook his head under the anxiously raised eyes of the old man.

The old man was stunned and unconsciously let go of his hand.

Shen Motang felt relieved, pulled Xiaoguai out from behind, and in Xiaoguai's mumbled "Mother" voice, pointed to himself with one free finger, and explained: "I'm a man, so I can't be called Mother. "

The little girl showed a puzzled look.

Mo Motang continued: "Call me Daddy."

The old man immediately became excited, "The devil is not right."

Mo Motang raised his hand to stop him and said, "It's better than 'Niangqin', let's correct it slowly."

The old man looked terrified.

Xiao Guai became even more puzzled, "Mother..."

Shen Motang shook his head and interrupted him, "Call me Daddy."

Xiaoguai: "Daddy..."

Mo Motang nodded in relief.

As a result, Xiaoguai didn't finish speaking, and continued: "Father, mother."

In an instant, Mo Motang's face was filled with black lines again.

He laughed so much that he couldn't control his voice.

Mo Motang smashed the pot, turned sideways and pointed at Changqing, and said to Xiaoguai, "Call that mother."

Before Xiaoguai could react, Changqing was so anxious that his expression changed, and he said in a panic: "No, no, Zhao Wan will kill me!"

Mo Motang: "?"

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