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

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, and strode to the study, hesitating whether to look in, but first saw the little devil standing in front of the door and peeking inside.

The three heads were stacked upright in a pile, the little devil in the middle had horns on both sides of the head, and the other two probably felt panicked, so they stretched out a hand and pressed the horns to separate them.

And the little devil in the middle was not reconciled to being squeezed by the two of them like this, and he stretched out his two hands to rest on the heads of the two with a sense of ritual, maintaining his balance with difficulty, but it was also inexplicably neat.

Zhao Wan didn't know what he was thinking for a split second, but a snowflake drifted down from his eyes, which brought him back to his senses.

Mo Motang was still in displeasure, but realized that something had lowered his voice, he arched his knuckles and tapped on the table, and said thoughtfully: "The profiteer, the news to Chang Tianzong is all sent directly. , why is it so difficult when it's my turn to inquire?"

"It's not that they don't give money."

"Could it be that my company didn't pay me?"

"No, I was taken away by someone. She didn't want it herself."

Mo Motang stopped his movements suddenly, and suddenly said: "Understood, I think I give too little."

"Do you think it's too little twice? What kind of priceless information is this!"

After thinking about it, he still couldn't get angry, and spat: "Stingy."

There was a slight smile from outside the study.

Shen Motang paused, and looked over with a stiff neck.

It turned out to be Zhaowan.

The same seriousness as in the past.

So that laugh was really his illusion?

But it wasn't just him, the little devil who was poking his head was also shocked, stood up straight, you pinch me, I pinch you, struggled for a long time before finally saying in unison: "Hello Sword Master!"

Zhao Wan nodded slightly in response.

The expression on his face was still watertight, full of ruthlessness.

But didn't they hear the reaction of the little devils?

Good guy, you have to sneak behind his back when you laugh!

Mo Motang snapped his fingers, although there was no sound.

He doesn't know how to snap his fingers, but that doesn't affect him at all, and he thinks his skills are cool.

And Zhao Wan has been teleported in front of him following his movements.

Zhaowan's expression changed immediately, filled with uneasiness, he closed his eyes immediately, and said anxiously, "I didn't see anything."

There is nothing to see here.

Ah, he knows, it seems that he has indeed forgotten such a thing.

Why did he drag Zhao Wan into the study on a whim?

Zhao Wan hadn't finished just saying these words, she suddenly shifted her weight, as if she was about to run away.

However, the one on the silent Tang side had sharp eyes and quick hands, propped the table on the ground, got up and grabbed Zhao Wan's belt, "Wait!"

Zhao Wan had no choice but to stop, but clearly felt at a loss.

Shen Mo Tang's head grew big, and she didn't know what to think, so she grabbed Zhao Wan's belt and pulled it down, trying to make Zhao Wan sit down.

He also thoughtfully moved a futon from the side.

"I have nothing here, sit down!"

The air became inexplicably quiet, but Zhao Wan didn't compromise at all, and even tried a little harder to get rid of his clutches.

His breath seemed to be unstable, "Tangtang let go."

Mo Motang didn't know where the stubbornness came from, "I don't! Sit down!"

The little devil who had just watched the play poked his head out again, staring intently, his eyes seemed to be shining.

Shen Motang noticed, turned a little sideways and stared at it, and the little devils scattered and hid away.

Not too far away, Mo Motang could feel that they were nearby, so he simply released an enchantment to block the sight of the outside world.

Looking up at Zhaowan again, "My hands are sore, you sit down!"

Zhao Wan frowned slightly and shook her head.

Mo Motang was so angry that he stopped supporting the table and grabbed Zhao Wan's belt with both hands, "Open your eyes and sit down, or I will untie your waist... No, I, I cried!"

Mo Motang let go of his hand suddenly, and covered his blushing face.

What the hell is he talking about——

But he didn't hear Zhao Wan turn around and leave, sneaking a little glance through his fingers, he saw that Zhao Wan's situation was not much better.

Not only did the tips of his ears turn red, but he even turned his head to the side.

But it seems, seems, probably, opened his eyes?

In any case, it was finally effective, Mo Motang stretched out a finger and pointed to the futon behind him, "Sit down."

After a fierce mental struggle, Zhao Wan finally resigned to his fate and sat down, but his eyes stubbornly refused to move to him.

Mo Motang took two deep breaths to calm himself down, put down his hands, closed all the things spread out on the table, and said, "Look at me."

Zhao Wan's back tensed even more.

Mo Motang coughed lightly, and tried to use the calmest tone to say: "Look at me."

But what Shen Motang didn't know was that even the calmest tone, combined with his voice, was like a tail that seemed to have nothing, swaying slightly, inadvertently stirring other people's hearts.

Well, let's be straightforward and leave no one else except Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan's perception of herself was clear enough, knowing that he would never be able to guard against it again, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and turned to Mo Mo Tang with determination.

The clear purple eyes are like a dog's, with a little cheer, as if he has forgotten the matter that caused him to scold him just now.

Shen Motang saw his panic, lowered his voice and asked cautiously: "Did you just laugh?"

Zhao Wan avoided her sight.

Mo Motang tilted his head and followed his eyes, and said with a smile, "Student Ah Wan, please answer directly."

Such a silent Tang is very beautiful and cute.

All of a sudden, Zhao Wan's mind flooded with countless beautiful adjectives, and none of these words fell out, all of which were applied to Shen Motang.

He just didn't think it was enough.

The corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, Zhao Wan nodded, "Yes."

Mo Motang's breathing was blocked by his frantically beating heart almost instantly, and the silver bell behind his head seemed to be possessed, and in an instant, only the loud ringing sound remained in the study.

But what was restless was not just the two bells he used to tie his hair, but all the silver bells of the Shuangyue Sect seemed to have been driven at the same time.

However, Mo Motang was completely unable to take this kind of thing into consideration, and there was only one sentence left in his stiffly functioning mind.

It's so beautiful.

Shen Motang was too focused on watching, so focused that he completely forgot his current state, his mind was empty, and his body began to lose control immediately after.

So, under the influence of various factors, Mo Mo Tang's center of gravity was unstable and he staggered.

Zhao Wan was startled, she put back her smile on the spot, and stretched out her hand to help him in a panic.

But where is this?

In front of Mo Motang's desk.

Low table.

They sat on the ground with futons.

Even if Mo Motang really kowtowed, the victim should be the table.

In short, Mo Mo Tang steadied his body almost instantly, then silently looked at Zhao Wan's hand stretched out in front of him, and pulled it up with his brain.

At the moment when the temperature of their palms blended, the two of them woke up at the same time, but they were both holding hands, and it might not be good to let go at this time.

Mo Motang's mind turned so fast, he held Zhao Wan's hand and exerted force quickly, successfully propped himself up, and let go of Zhao Wan's natural flow.

At the same time, he was acting in a full set, patting his heart like he was shocked, "Scare me, thank you, Ah Wan."

Zhao Wan was in a state of daze the whole time, she managed to take her eyes away from Mo Motang, paused slightly when she passed the palm that had not been retracted, and silently retracted her arm, "Tangtang is fine as long as there is nothing wrong."

Shen Motang quietly moved up the hand that was patting her heart, fanning her face.

Pity.

If he had known this, he should have sat still and waited, so that he could watch for a while longer.

The author of that book still doesn’t know how to write it. In the original text, this kind of beauty is only described in [Zhao Wan’s shallow smile], and the protagonist Shou is still unmoved. Still don't know how to appreciate it.

It must be that he doesn't know how to appreciate it. No matter how good-looking other people are, how can they be so lethal?

He didn't believe it.

But thinking about it carefully, Zhao Wan's smile seems to only appear that once in the original text.

Well, anyway, earned.

Let him write this, and he will let the protagonist fall in minutes!

Ok……

Why does it seem to be very uncomfortable.

Why, does it have to be the protagonist?

Yue Xingxun, who left all troubles to Zhaowan, is there anything worthy of Zhaowan?

The enthusiasm on Mo Motang's face instantly changed its meaning, and he looked up at Zhao Wan angrily, "He can't."

Zhao Wan's deep eyes suddenly had some waves, full of doubts, and even suppressed his fast and powerful heartbeat as if he had been bewitched.

Zhao Wan didn't understand, whether they were talking or exchanging actions, was there any mention of "him"?

No.

Even because Shen Shentang suddenly dragged him into the study, he didn't have time to start talking with Shen Shentang.

But at this time, Mo Motang's purple eyes were filled with unreasonable dissatisfaction.

Seeing that if there was no intervention, Mo Mo Tang would not be sure when it would have happened.

Zhaowan had no choice but to ask doubts: "What is Tangtang referring to?"

Mo Mo Tang was deeply emotional, his mind was full of fantasies about Yue Xingxun and Zhao Wan being together, and he was so angry that his brain hurt.

"Your former apprentice."

Zhao Wan was startled.

He never had any apprentices.

But Mo Motang didn't end there, and continued angrily: "Don't be fooled by his appearance, he is not good enough for you."

Zhao Wan really couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, she only knew that if she didn't explain, she might be led astray, so she hurriedly said, "But Tangtang, I don't have an apprentice."

Mo Motang immediately retorted: "You have! It's that Yue Xingxun!"

Mo Motang didn't realize what he had said until he finished speaking, he fell silent for a moment, turned his head away from his sight, and tried to play dead.

Even if they are really together, what does it matter to him?

don't close.

But he just wasn't happy.

The atmosphere was tense for a while, and for a while, he heard Zhao Wan say: "I didn't accept anyone."

Mo Motang nodded, he knew about it.

Zhaowan's tone was very gentle, and she seemed to be comforting him while explaining, "Because I have thought about what Tangtang said to me, so I refused."

Mo Motang nodded again, which he knew.

However, maintaining the same gentle voice, Zhao Wan asked: "So, how did Tangtang know? Did you know that disciple was named 'Yue Xing Xun'?"

Silent Tang closed his eyes.

It's over, there is a lack of information.

When he was struggling with how to answer, Zhao Wan gave him another fatal blow, "Why do you say he was my former apprentice?"

Mo Motang couldn't stop struggling, and replied vaguely: "It's, it's possible."

Zhao Wan seems to understand some of his logic, although some parts of this logic are still as unclear as a mess.

But Zhao Wan didn't seem to care too much and flipped through it, and asked again: "But what Tangtang said, it shouldn't be about master and apprentice. What is it that makes Tangtang dissatisfied?"

Silent Tang thumped in his heart.

The author has something to say:

It's someone Shen who is jealous and doesn't know it

Xiao Yue who was cueed inexplicably: I seem to hear someone calling me, let's go together! ! !