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

The purple eyes curved up with a smile were unusually coquettish, and the demon's true nature seemed to be fully exposed at this moment.

Mo Motang's tone was too serious, causing everyone present to tremble for no reason.

Around him, it seemed that invisible barriers gradually gathered.

This barrier is very thick, blocking Zhao Wan from the outside.

Zhao Wan frowned slightly, and immediately said: "Tangtang, it's over."

A sudden meal.

Shen Motang took a deep breath, the smile on his face suddenly subsided, and he finally returned to normal and said, "Sorry, I was just joking."

The little monks were dumbfounded.

They seem to have heard something extraordinary, from just now.

Shen Motang knew why, turned the silver bracelet slightly, and quietly erased their memory of this title.

But it's just a title.

The only point is that there is no need for them to remember, to add unnecessary reasons.

Then, Mo Motang turned to Yin Bing, "I can't forgive you on your behalf, but Master Jian will definitely not let us hurt someone's life. On this premise, you, and other victims, tell me your thoughts."

Taboo narrowed his eyes.

Mo Motang continued: "I will restore your cave, as for other compensation, you will decide."

With a twitch between his eyebrows, the words he was about to blurt lingered in his throat for a moment, before he swallowed them back.

He chose to believe in their Demon Lord.

Turning his gaze to see the expressions of all the people present, he sent out a message talisman.

While waiting for the news to come back, Mo Motang let go of the intruder's bondage, the little monks were stunned, and hurriedly crawled to Zhao Wan's side.

If you are dissatisfied with the disease, you must stop it immediately.

Mo Motang reached out and interrupted him.

Before making a sound about his illness, Mo Mo Tang looked at Zhao Wan and put his endless trust, "They will get the punishment they deserve, right?"

Zhao Wan stared into his eyes, for a moment, he nodded, "Brother Shen, don't worry."

The little devils quickly reported the loss and damage to the hands of the disease, and the disease simply integrated it and sent it to the hands of Mo Motang.

Mo Motang took it, carefully read it one by one, and finally threw it to Zhao Wan.

"The financial compensation is clearly written on it. If there is any objection, let them raise it. In addition, I hope Sword Master can refer to it fairly."

Zhao Wan quickly flipped through it, then passed it to the monk beside him.

It's hard to disagree.

This list described the damage in great detail, including the extent of the damage to the farmland, the treatment needs of the injured little devil, and the treasures of heaven and earth that were hunted and collected when they passed through the hands of Shen Tang.

The market price is the same as the old man.

Even so, the few little monks were still terrified by the final total price. They stared and looked at it again and again, but they didn't dare to say it out.

Mo Motang saw it, and couldn't help but sneered: "If you know it's expensive, you should have a longer memory. Don't covet things that aren't yours. When you accept the task, also see if it violates your Taoism."

The little monks all lowered their heads, with wonderful expressions on their faces.

Shen Motang glanced aside, folded his arms and snorted coldly.

After the financial compensation, it was the expectation of the little devils exuding endless resentment.

They were stunned.

Despite the outrageous way it's written,...

The little devil just needs their apology.

Sincerely, without a trace of hypocrisy, I apologize to the little devil.

In addition, it is the little devil who has suffered losses in the farmland and pastures. I hope they will personally participate in the process of planting and breeding, and I hope they understand that crops are not easy to grow.

【Come and try to milk the milk, and taste the milk you squeezed with your own hands. Will you still have the heart to expose innocent cows to the claws of monsters?How poor the cow is, he can't tell the pain. 】

[Can you study hard, my barrier is used to guard the field, you can hide as long as you want, how can you help the bear destroy the barrier?None of you are allowed to leave unless the seedlings in my field are rescued! 】

The little monks were full of resistance, unwilling to admit their mistakes, and little by little, they loosened up.

The demon bosses are more like ordinary people than they imagined.

The monk with weaker ability to resist pressure had already started sobbing, choked up and said, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

For a moment there was only his sobbing.

After a while, apologies sounded one after another.

Shen Motang sighed, the reaction of the little devils was beyond his expectation, he thought the reaction would be bigger.

But if the little devil thinks there is no problem, he won't have any opinion.

It would be great if the two little devils with fierce faces and weapons on their faces in the back could appear more aboveboard.

We have already sent you a questionnaire survey, can we not engage in sneak attacks?

A sneak attack is a sneak attack, can you be more professional?

Your aura is so obvious that it is about to condense into dark clouds in that area.

Could it be that the prerequisites he gave were so difficult to agree with?If you really want to say, isn't it a non-killer?

Still feel that ideas are not as enjoyable as actual hands-on?

Ok?

Why don't you move?

Mo Motang glanced at them and suddenly realized.

It was late to see Zhao Wan.

Very good, I am very pleased that you can have some concerns, but why did you not mention this matter?

Shouldn't be.

Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you mention it or not, they will see it anyway.

So should you reconsider filling out the questionnaire?

Mo Motang coughed lightly, and shouted directly at a high volume: "You two, what's the matter?"

The little monks were startled, and immediately followed his line of sight, with blank expressions on their faces.

And the two little devils didn't react, they were stunned by so many sights all of a sudden.

After looking at each other, they were sure they were really calling them, and hurriedly hid their weapons behind their backs, shaking their heads quickly.

Mo Motang sighed, and didn't say whether he believed it or not, he just waved to the two of them, telling them to come first.

The little devil didn't seem very willing, so Mo Motang made another move.

In the end, the little devil still swayed over and pinned the weapon on his back a little casually.

Mo Motang had no choice but to pretend not to care, and did not continue to ask them. He turned his gaze to the five monks, "It's useless to say sorry here, and not all the victims are here."

The monks looked at each other, then lowered their heads and fell silent again.

Mo Motang heard the little devil's sneer, so he pointed at the little devil and continued: "They are also victims."

The monks immediately raised their heads and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, it's all our fault, and we will accept all punishments."

One of the little devils silently pulled out the whip pinned to his waist.

Shen Motang choked and coughed out a sound.

No, it's too honest.

The eyes immediately shifted from the little devil to him.

Shen Motang stopped coughing and looked at the little devil.

As a result, the little devil next to him misunderstood, thought for a moment, and silently drew out the dagger.

Shen Motang immediately shifted his gaze, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Are you going too?

If you don't talk about the problem, it might be a big deal, Mo Motang quickly said: "I asked you just now, why didn't you tell me?"

The little devil didn't understand.

After some discussions that might not be considered intense, they finally came to a conclusion that exhausted Mo Motang's heart.

Many little devils in Houshan are illiterate.

He only met his original minimum requirement and could write his own name.

Mo Motang really didn't know what to say, seeing the little devil actively running to Song Bai's every day, he thought that the overall cultural level of the Shuangyue Sect had already surpassed the level of illiteracy.

Looking at it this way, it is clearly not far away!

But in this way, the penalty regulations on that piece of paper cannot be fully counted.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan helplessly, "Jian Zun also heard it, I request more content."

Zhao Wan looked sideways at the little monk, and they nodded with complicated expressions.

Mo Motang first comforted the little devil and said, "Wait a while and put away your weapons."

The little devil reluctantly put away the things.

Mo Motang sighed, and began to transmit sound to the back mountain in a large area.

Not long after, several new murderous auras appeared around.

When I arrived here, I originally planned to land casually, but when I saw the lineup here, I suddenly changed my mind and stood with the two little devils before.

Mo Motang transmitted the voice again, made sure that no one else would come, and then looked at the situation again.

On the side of the little devil, there were finally five people, which was equal to the number of people on the side of the little monk.

The sickness leaning against the rock wall couldn't hold back a soft chuckle, with a bit of a smile.

Mo Motang didn't want to get involved with these people anymore, they didn't seem to know much about the consequences of their missions, instead of letting the little devil express his opinions one by one, he suggested:

"You guys discuss it and give them a reasonable punishment."

He emphasized the word "reasonable".

The little devils put away their weapons resentfully, and really formed a group to discuss.

The result of the final discussion was to add one more point to the previous requests from the little devils - no advancement within three years.

These little monks are not very old, and their cultivation path is still progressing fairly quickly. If there are no accidents, in three years, not to mention the big realm, they will at least advance to a small level.

It was not a severe punishment, but it was enough for them to be unhappy.

It is indeed reasonable.

Mo Motang didn't express his attitude, but just looked at Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan looked at the little monk again, and as expected, she saw resistance on their faces.

Resistance was resistance, and they finally agreed to the condition.

So in front of Shen Motang and several other devils, Zhao Wan personally sealed the little monk's advancement path.

No more, no less, today, three years later, the seal will be lifted automatically.

During this period, they can still practice and prepare for the advancement after the unblocking.

The rest is the apology and other matters that the other little devils hoped for.

The little monks had to stay in Shuangyuezong for a while longer.

And because the numbers corresponded exactly, the little devils decided to each be in charge of a monk, monitor their behavior, and also act as an explainer to the unknowing little devil.

In order to avoid problems, Mo Motang also asked Zhao Wan to leave a sword aura on each of the little monks, to calm the hearts of the little monks.

"Shuangyue Sect is a reputable sect, so it will do what it says."

This sentence, he wants to tell everyone.

When the little devil left with the little monk, Mo Motang turned and walked towards the sick cave.

Taboo consciously stepped aside, glanced at Zhao Wan, who was following closely behind him, and said abruptly, "Why didn't the lord let him recover? It's his disciple who caused the trouble, right?"

Mo Motang didn't look back, and dropped the silver bracelets one after another, and began to repair the damaged items bit by bit. He thought for a while, and replied: "He has never seen you here. If you can't repair it well, you won't be happy."

A laugh leaked out of his hoarse voice, and he sighed sickly: "Isn't the lord at a loss? This should have been his job."

Mo Motang shook his head, and finally turned his head, but looked straight at Zhao Wan with a faint smile on his lips.

"No, I will ask him for a reward."

The author has something to say:

What reward do you want, ask him! ! (violence