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

Zhao Wan didn't let go until he could completely control his body.

His complexion looked very bad, and the red marks in his pupils had not completely disappeared, as if he had suffered together with him.

But in a sense, it is true.

Mo Motang could only smile to him and express that everything was fine.

The ringing in his ear still persisted, but it seemed that he could not hear it alone, Zhao Wan regained his composure and looked at the door blankly.

Shen Motang looked over, and when he realized this, he found that the outside seemed to be crowded with little devils.

That is to say, the abrupt and long-lasting ringtone also played another role—an alarm.

Wait, doesn't that mean that his little devil is about to explode?

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan with a stiff neck, and slowly stretched out his fingers, "Did Ah Wan call you?"

When Zhao Wan heard the words and turned her head, she looked as if she was asking him the same question.

Shen Motang rubbed his nose, feeling that the two of them had recovered enough to meet people, and asked tentatively, "Then, let them in?"

He seemed to have heard that Changqing was talking about the attack with Mijiu.

Zhao Wan looked at him quietly, confirmed his condition little by little, but seemed uneasy, "Tangtang, are you really alright?"

He didn't know if that thing gave up, but physically, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Ah, no, it cannot be said that there is no such thing at all.

I pinched myself too hard just now, and my thighs still feel numb.

But this will not affect him, Shen Mo Tang showed a shallow smile, raised his arms as if showing off his muscles, and said, "Don't worry, Ah Wan, it's fine."

Zhao Wan looked a little hesitant.

Mo Mo Tang thought of something, suddenly lowered his arm to touch the mustard seeds, took out a small bottle of pills and handed them to Zhao Wan.

Looking at the small characters on the bottle, Zhao Wan instantly understood what Mo Motang meant, and thanked her for taking it.

Swallowing two pills silently, the medicine took effect immediately, moistening Zhao Wan's sore throat.

Mo Motang heard a little hoarseness, which is the source of it.

Afterwards, Zhao Wan got up slowly, stood aside, slightly turned towards the door, and then spoke with her usual voice, deep and pleasant, without any impurities.

Zhao Wan's eyes were not on him, as if avoiding suspicion, but she clearly focused on him and said, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Mo Motang glanced down, because he fell too suddenly, the futon had completely moved its position.

As for when he was unconscious, Zhao Wan made his "futon".

Thinking about it now, it seems embarrassing.

Slowly pulling the futon from the side and sitting on it, Mo Motang tidied up his clothes, and quickly put aside distracting thoughts that were about to take root, and opened the barrier.

Chang Qing, who had kicked on the barrier, staggered suddenly, and Mi Jeu seemed to feel that he was blind, and grabbed Chang Qing's back, and successfully dragged him back out of the house.

A group of little devils in the back were stunned.

He also looked at Mo Motang in a daze.

After Changqing stabilized his center of gravity, Miju immediately let go, and Changqing didn't care about him. The first reaction after gaining freedom was to rush in, very excited, "My lord, what happened?"

But he didn't show any surprise to Zhao Wan who was next to him.

That's right, the whole process of Zhao Wan's entry was watched by the little devil who was guarding him, and during the time he couldn't get in, he had figured out the situation no matter what.

Mo Motang thought for a while, and realized that it was not easy to fool around. After all, the alarm of the whole sect had sounded, and it would be too unreasonable to say that nothing happened.

Although he was not considered a reasonable person in the Shuangyue Sect, but in case something happened in the future and the alarm went off and the little devil didn't care, he still had to explain a little bit.

"Yes, there was an accident."

Changqing had already stood in front of him, "What's the accident?" The silver bell could be heard even in the village where he was.

Mo Mo Tang raised his expression and said, "Tianji."

Changqing was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zhaowan, then turned to look at the group of little devils who were blocked by Mijiu, and finally looked back at him, "What secret?"

Mo Motang: "What can be said is still called Tianji?"

Long love: "Shuangyue Sect never yields to any secret!"

Mo Motang: "..."

Mo Motang pointed at the ceiling, "Then what if I say that thing almost killed me?"

Changqing immediately fell silent, paused for a moment, and suddenly said excitedly: "Heaven really cares about this?"

Regardless of whether Shen Motang doesn't know, he only knows that the magic way really doesn't care.

After all, those people who really ascended should be not much different from his Shuangyue sect's devils. Look at the faces excited by gossip. boring.

Shen Motang shook his head, with an evil taste: "You can try it, and then tell me the conclusion."

Changqing didn't even want to refuse and said: "Forget it, forget it, I cherish my life." Even the demon king can't bear it, he will only go to death if he is crazy.

But it is impossible to let Changqing give up, so he shifted his target to look at Zhaowan in an instant, "What about Sword Master, let me reveal it?"

Since it is the way of heaven, it will always favor the favored son of heaven.

The meaning of long love is so obvious, who can't see it?

Mo Motang had a severe heart attack, she turned her head to look at Zhao Wan suddenly, trying to get Zhao Wan to ignore her.

Unexpectedly, Changqing's words hit Zhao Wan's bullseye, the already surging worries overflowed his heart, and he unconsciously met his gaze sideways.

It was only then that Mo Motang realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. It would be fine if he healed himself, and if it didn't hurt, it wouldn't hurt anymore, but he really left a psychological shadow on Zhao Wan!

"I'm fine, really."

Zhaowan seemed not to want him to worry, so she nodded.

Mo Motang took a long breath, and then looked at Changqing, "Do you really want to know?"

Chang Qing nodded cheerfully.

Mo Motang walked around him and looked at the devil outside the house, "You want to know too?"

The devils shook their heads quickly, unable to tell whether they were sincere or not.

Mo Motang curled his lips, and looked at Changqing again, "The minority obeys the majority, you don't want to know."

Long-term lovers are stupid, how can there be such an algorithm?

After confirming that Mo Motang was serious, he turned his head affectionately, and conveyed the two words with his eyes - traitor!

Many little devils avoided their sight.

Miju thought she was being provoked, raised her brows, and seemed to make a nasal sound: Huh?

Changqing snorted softly, and was about to turn her head to play tricks with Shen Motang when she heard him suddenly sigh.

"I calculated the future."

There was a little daze on Changqing's face.

Didn't you stop talking?

But if the Demon Lord didn't lie, then Lingyin's riot just showed on the other hand that the future predicted by the Demon Lord was extremely dangerous.

There was a discussion among the little devils.

Mo Motang saw the uneasiness of the little devil, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Shuangyue Sect will be fine."

There is no need to discuss.

Chang Qing realized something, and looked at Zhao Wan, "Could it be related to Jian Zun?"

Mo Motang didn't know how Changqing connected these two things together, but before he could think of words, let alone words, he didn't even have time to say the words "what are you talking about?"

Changqing has launched a new offensive, "The sword master came here to protect the law for our lord, or to seek the secret from our lord?"

Both, and neither.

But since you have limited the options, the rest is convenient for him to play.

Before Zhao Wan could say anything, Mo Motang hurriedly interjected, "Isn't it proof that I'm fine now?"

It seems that there is no way to refute it at all, but there is no direct answer.

Changqing narrowed his fox eyes, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, "What the lord said is very true, but the sword lord has not answered me yet, could it be that it is both?"

Zhao Wan didn't say a word.

"Long love!" Shen Mo Tang's voice lowered, as if a little angry, "Enough is enough."

Changqing immediately fell silent and shrugged slightly.

Mo Motang breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly changed his mouth: "What is Shuangyuezong doing recently?"

The final preparations before the opening of the store, and the recruitment of refugees from Baique Island.

Changqing naturally understands Mo Motang's intentions, not really wanting him to tell these things, but saying that behind these things, it ultimately points to the foothold of many demon heads of the Shuangyue Sect.

make sense.

But not like an answer, or rather, like a complete answer.

Chang Qing glanced at Zhao Wan again, trying to find something that could be called an answer from Zhao Wan.

For example, what about the connection between the existence of Shuangyuezong and Zhao Wanwan?

It felt like the reason why Mo Zun only kept Zhao Wan by his side.

There were constant discussions behind him, and most of them followed the discussion in a daze, but no one questioned Shen Motang.

Among other things, they absolutely believed in the strength of the Demon Lord.

However, at this moment, Zhao Wan's thin lips parted slightly, and suddenly said: "Holding..." Sorry.

"Count the numbers!"

Moment Tang Duan had quick eyesight and quick hands, got up and stretched out his palm to cover Zhao Wan's face, and said as if raising his hand: "How many of you are here?"

At the same time, the voice transmitted to Zhao Wan, "Don't apologize, I would have had an accident without you."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, but without him, Mo Motang would never have said such a "secret", and would not have endured the pain that he should not have endured.

Mo Motang seemed to see through his thoughts, and continued to transmit: "So in order to repay me, let's change the future."

The heartbeat gradually accelerated, but the heart seemed to be in an ethereal state, filled with indescribable tranquility and firmness instantly, Zhao Wan hardly nodded slightly, and said via voice transmission: "I understand."

Mo Motang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but unconsciously moved half a step in front of Zhao Wan, slightly blocking him behind, and then looked outside the house.

Ok?

Why does it feel so much less all of a sudden?

They all ran away because they wanted to report the number?

"My lord." Chang Qing suddenly called out.

Mo Motang retracted his gaze, but seeing how helpless he was on Changqing's face, he was very restrained and didn't roll his eyes to the sky.

Changqing casually pointed back, "Don't look for it, we're all going to hug the tree."

Mo Motang: "?"

Is it the hugging tree he understood?

There is no need to play this kind of stalk!

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