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

"Different."

Changqing retorted to him solemnly, "If it's the same, why should I bring it back?"

Mo Motang just looked at him quietly, his eyes were dead, and he didn't even intend to ask him the cause and effect, or even what was different.

There was no reason for the long-term relationship to be a little flustered, he always felt that Mo Motang's eyes seemed to understand nothing, and seemed to have seen everything through.

Mo Motang had indeed seen through everything, but it was not why Changqing counted poultry, birds and beasts into the households, but said, the letter of communication.

That letter of communication, which was so detailed that nearly ten pages of densely packed small characters were written, was written just for those two lines of code.

What can he say?

Long love, are you such a clever little ghost?

Ah bah, I don't even recognize ghosts!

Mo Motang saw the panic in Changqing's eyes, so he took advantage of the panic, and didn't say it seriously to make the villagers afraid. He only sent a voice transmission: "There are 73 residents marked on the list."

Changqing shuddered slightly, suppressed his smile and stood up straight, unwilling to give up and replied via voice transmission: "My lord..."

Shen Motang's eyes were slightly cold, and he said generously: "Let's relax a little bit, Qingming, before Qingming next year, there will be three people in 170."

Changqing's Adam's apple twitched, "Total?"

Mo Motang really thought so, and he didn't even expect Changqing to find so many people for him in the past few months, but he didn't say that, would it be worthy of him not to put some pressure on Changqing?

Definitely not.

So Mo Motang intentionally put on a sly smile, and exasperated, "Every village."

There are currently three abandoned villages reorganized by Shuangyuezong.

Considering the degree of acceptance and the convenience of communication, the village where the two of them settled was the one sandwiched between the distance from Shuangyuezong.

The ones in the middle made Changqing laborious. It took Bara a lot of genius to find these people. If he wanted to fill up the village closest to Shuangyuezong in this short time, wouldn't he kill Changqing?

Changqing's eyes darkened, and she even forgot to transmit the sound, and said in a guilty conscience: "My lord, is my lord serious?"

The villagers who followed behind couldn't hear the content of their voice transmission, and suddenly said this sentence after being silent for a long time. Surprised, they were surprisingly connected with the sparrow in front, and sighed for a while.

So what about magic cultivators, don't they still have superiority and inferiority?

There is also this one called Changqing, during the time we got along with each other, one day he was not dressed up in a bright and colorful way, but after seeing him for a long time, he suddenly became low-key and simple.

Who would believe that there was no reason for the Demon Lord?

But everyone knows when to gossip and when not to gossip. After looking at each other, they all consciously chose to keep silent.

Mo Motang really received the effect, and he felt very satisfied, so he stopped transmitting the sound at all, and said bluntly: "I believe everyone can see the ability of the long-love deputy suzerain."

The villagers inexplicably felt that they were out of touch and couldn't connect with the previous conversation, but they nodded in unison.

Shen Motang raised his eyebrows.

Changqing's eyelids twitched a few times.

What to do, it seems to be serious.

It can be foreseen that if you don't confess, there will be no more chances to confess. The long-term love stopped entanglement in an instant, wishing to wave the flag and surrender, and suddenly smiled: "My lord, just kidding, it's my fault, can we withdraw?"

Mo Motang deeply felt that he had grasped the initiative, and his abyss-like purple eyes smiled immediately, "He is here, what do you want me to withdraw?"

As expected, the villagers misunderstood.

Tacitly took a breath, silently adjusted the center of gravity, and was ready to turn around and run away.

Xiaoguai's grandfather also unconsciously clenched his hand a little bit, and the little boy who was holding his palm looked up suspiciously, and suddenly said, "Grandpa, what are you doing, mother?"

The old man was so frightened that he covered Xiaoguai's mouth in a panic, winked and gestured with his mouth: Shh~ don't talk.

Xiaoguai blinked her eyes, then looked eagerly at Shen Motang.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't move his eyes to Changqing.

vengeance.

Mo Motang glimpsed it from the corner of his eye, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Of course, it would be better if there was no unnecessary "mother".

The long-term reaction was quick, and Xiao Guai didn't finish her sentence, and immediately interjected: "My lord, there are indeed 73 people, and I have temporarily resettled them in other villages."

Mo Motang: "?"

Changqing couldn't see a trace of trust in Mo Motang's eyes, and covered his chest with heartache, full of "wrongedness" and said: "My lord, don't punish me, okay?"

Mo Motang felt undecided.

Looking back at the bewildered villagers beside him, this bewilderment cannot be faked.

So if what Changqing said is true, then Changqing even cheated the eight people present together.

As for the means, these people didn't show anything wrong when they talked about cows, chickens, and sparrows just now, so it is very likely that they failed to meet the big army.

Mo Motang moved his eyes to look back at Changqing again, "Before Qingming, remember."

Changqing almost couldn't hold back the wailing.

When he was in a hurry, he wanted to protest again, but Shen Motang was the first to speak, "What about the others?"

Changqing still has a sad look on his face, which can't be relieved for a long time.

Mo Motang lowered his voice, "What?"

Changqing shook his head immediately, and said with a sad face: "It's not for safety."

Mo Motang: "How do you say?"

It's very simple, who can be willing to come to Shuangyuezong with Changqing and others, and there must be desperadoes who can't get along elsewhere.

It’s not true to say this alone. Compared with “Desperadoes”, it is more suitable to say that the ruthless people in various places are more suitable. Except for the fact that they are mortals, they are not much different from their vicious little devils.

In other words, there are no normal people.

Regardless of the dozens of people in a small village, the financial power is still the same as elsewhere. In this way, the eight obviously old and weak women and children in front of them are easily bullied.

In order to avoid being harmed by their peers before they arrived, Changqing specially separated them from these old, weak, women, children and normal people.

Now it was Shen Motang's turn that his eyes went dark, so dark that he simply gave up struggling, and covered his face with his hands.

He asked Changqing to find someone, not because he wanted to gather a nest of bandits.

How can this develop for a long time?

Will there be any ordinary mortals who want to get close?

But to be honest, such a result is not unpredictable, it just keeps him silent and doesn't want to accept it for a while.

This is all Hong Guoguo's workload!

Shen Motang struggled and put down his hand again, looked at Changqing who couldn't help but become proud while talking, and after a long time of consideration, he slowed down and said: "It's impossible to withdraw, let's change to another task."

Changqing didn't even pretend to be pretending, and smiled with the corners of his mouth bent: "My lord, please tell me."

Mo Motang looked sideways at the few people beside him, "Let them move together."

Changqing was taken aback immediately, "But..."

"Years ago," Mo Mo raised his index finger to him, "so that they could live in harmony."

But obviously, the harmony understood by Mo Mo and the harmony understood by Changqing are not the same thing.

Changqing nodded clearly, and felt a little bit troubled, and seemed to mutter to himself: "It's not easy to make people ruthless."

Mo Motang:? ? ?

No, live in harmony, why make people ruthless?

Is it because of the sixty people who were resettled in other villages?

The minority obeys the majority?Want to be ruthless everyone?

What kind of harmony is this!

Mo Motang reacted for a while, and finally regained some sense, but still couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "It's to make those people calm down!"

The expression on Changqing's face froze for a moment, then he smiled again and said, "No problem, my lord."

Seeing the self-confidence of Changqing breaking through the sky, Shen Motang became unconfident instead, wanted to say something, but stopped abruptly, and said through voice transmission: "No punishment, no manipulation of mind, no coercion, no..."

At this moment, the voice of Changqing entered his mind, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, the Lord, they are all 'businessmen' and 'gamblers', and they know how to do it more beneficially."

And the rest are just some guidance.

In terms of long-term love, it couldn't be simpler.

Mo Mo Tang looked at Chang Qing, and Chang Qing didn't even want to give him a wink, but Mo Mo Tang didn't avoid his eyes this time.

Changqing hesitated for a moment, and took the lead in lowering his eyes, smiling lightly, "This subordinate takes orders."

They are the devils, the devils everyone hates, what they want to do, what they need to do for mortals, what they should show their attitude, must be seen by others.

Let's not talk about it.

Their Demon Lord, in various senses, cannot be said to be a good stubble.