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

Tables, chairs and landscapes are considered simple, and he doesn't even need his memory, a large restoration technique can restore them all.

The focus is on the maple leaves scattered all over the courtyard.

Mo Mo Tang carefully gathered them on the table, and lifted the damaged garland with magic energy, trying to find its original shape.

It's not that the restoration technique can't be used, but that if the restoration technique is used directly, the wreath will be too perfect.

That's not something that Widow has put his whole heart into.

It's not that you are obsessed with sickness and persistently ask for the restoration of the expectations you want to achieve.

Taboo understood what Shen Motang was thinking, stepped into the room with a soft snort, walked to the side of Shen Motang, released a wisp of magic energy, and formed a shape in front of Shen Motang.

very clear.

If you don't care, you probably won't have such a clear and clear memory.

Mo Motang looked up at the disease, his face full of surprise.

Taboo frowned slightly, turned his eyes away and said, "It's not that I can't cooperate."

Shen Motang smiled, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Wan waiting outside Jiezi.

The sickness noticed it, and immediately took a step to block him, "Don't look, I won't let him in."

Standing at his door was trouble enough.

If it wasn't for the so-called sword master to see what kind of trouble his monks had caused, he wouldn't even let Zhao Wan stand at the door.

Not even the honored lord's guest.

This is his home, his territory, and he has the final say.

The taboo look looks more and more serious.

Mo Mo frowned, "I haven't said anything yet."

The brows frowning deeper.

Mo Motang quickly explained: "Don't worry, don't worry, he won't be let in."

Taboo still didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Shen Motang didn't pay any attention to it either, and tried to lean back to avoid the cover of her sickness, looked at Zhao Wan, and said with her mouth: "Wait for me a moment."

Zhao Wan nodded.

Shen Motang smiled lightly, turned his head back, and tried to restore the maple leaf wreath according to his memory.

Suddenly, he thought of a very serious question, his hands paused for a moment, he looked at the doctor and said, "You didn't give them the virus, did you?"

Taboo only turned his eyes sideways, and said with a bit of contempt: "My lord, do you think their small bodies can hold up?"

Mo Motang blinked, and said uncertainly: "So, didn't let it go?"

The sickness moved his gaze away, as if rolling his eyes at him, but he still answered truthfully: "No."

Mo Motang looked back at the wreath in relief, and muttered, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you let it go."

Surprised, she immediately turned to look at him.

Mo Motang lowered his head, with only the garlands in his eyes that had not been repaired, and continued: "It's just that since their punishment has been decided, it must be made clear, right? They are villains, so we can't let us be villains together."

After carefully placing the last maple leaf, Mo Motang held it in front of the patient, and said in a relaxed tone, "Does it look like it?"

Taboo stared at Mo Motang behind the wreath for a long time, then slowly shook his head, "It doesn't look like that at all."

Mo Motang immediately froze a few degrees, regretfully said: "Ah, I'm sorry."

But at this moment, the devilish evil energy took over the support of the wreath, moved the wreath aside, and removed the barrier between the two.

The sick eyes were full of inquiry, he stared at Shen Motang who followed the wreath away, and suddenly said: "Don't look, I will restore this."

Mo Motang looked back, puzzled, "If you can, why do you have to ask them to recover?"

The sickness snorted coldly, "I am willing, I just want to make things difficult for them, can't I? If the Lord is not meddling in his business, I might see such a wonderful picture now."

Mo Motang's dull brain reacted for a while, and suddenly said: "Understood."

It may be a bit too much to say that it is a pleasure crime, but it is not necessary to say that it is a pleasure person.

Gu Bing stared at him for a while, until the gaze behind him that had been inseparable for a moment began to be unable to hold back his eagerness to move, and then he moved his gaze away, and then staggered his figure as if avoiding suspicion, and showed Zhao Wan the complete Silent Tang, spitting in his heart Trouble.

Unprepared, Mo Motang instead met Zhao Wan's gaze.

Under Shen Motang's dazed gaze, Zhao Wan lowered her eyes indiscriminately.

Mo Mo Tang didn't notice, anyway, he was sick and said he wanted to come by himself, so he wouldn't be needed here, Mo Mo Tang got up after regaining consciousness, and planned to walk towards Zhao Wan.

But at this time, the sickness suddenly said: "Although I didn't let them go, they have stayed in my cave after all, maybe they are infected with sickness, and they may not be very comfortable recently."

Mo Motang nodded, looked at him and said, "Then what does it matter to us?"

This is not even a private punishment, it can only show that they are unlucky.

And bad luck, what's wrong with Shuangyuezong?

Mo Motang can figure it out, and if anyone can't figure it out, he doesn't mind helping.

After all, Mo Mo Tang walked out without turning his head, walking with ease.

Whether it's a little monk or a little devil, he will naturally beat the cause of their bad luck.

After all, he was still at work, so he would do everything the Demon Lord should do.

Taboo followed his back and looked back, seeing him standing beside Zhao Wan, talking with him with a slight smile, a feeling of familiarity and strangeness surged up.

Sure enough, he still couldn't tell whether that face full of innocence represented the truth or a disguise.

It's just that no matter which one it is, it shows how powerful and terrifying the Demon Lord is.

After a while, when the two of them disappeared in front of his cave, the entrance of Jiezi closed automatically, looking at the empty courtyard, he laughed silently.

For a while, there was only hoarse and weird laughter in the yard, which made the grass and trees rustle in shock.

-

Mo Motang was asking Zhao Wan for information without any hesitation.

"Has Ah Wan heard anything about their mission?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, "No."

Shen Motang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned his head and continued the movement in his hands, and said clearly: "That's right, you were still with me at that time."

Zhao Wan responded softly, picked up the hem of her clothes and squatted next to Shen Tang, stretched out her hand to gather a handful of snowflakes from the side, and pressed them in the direction where Shen Tang was slapping.

This snowman was piled up in front of the study, probably because of the warm weather today, plus other reasons, in short, the snowman's head fell off.

Mo Motang was trying to put the snowman's head back in place.

Zhao Wan's help made him very happy, as if they were building a snowman together.

Mo Motang thought in his heart, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Out of the corner of my eye, it was Zhao Wan who suddenly froze.

Mo Motang quickly regained consciousness, smiled awkwardly, moved faster with his hands, hurriedly stabilized the snowman, and stood up in a panic.

"It's ready, let's go."

Zhao Wan's eyes followed him all the time, after a moment of silence, Zhao Wan got up and said, "Okay."

Having no doubts is more terrifying than being full of doubts, Mo Motang couldn't help it, walked a few steps and then paused, turned to look at Zhao Wan, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy because of the back mountain."

"I just, just feel like just now, like building a snowman with Ah Wan, I, like it very much." The voice faded.

But Zhao Wan just looked at him quietly, as if he had nowhere to hide.

The flame in Mo Motang's heart gradually shrank, and if it continued, it might be extinguished immediately.

Zhao Wan didn't give him this chance.

He finally found the right way to express his surprise, with joy and love at a loss, he approached Shen Tang recklessly and said, "I like it too."

Mo Motang was startled, and immediately, he saw Zhao Wan's eyes were full of sincerity.

Mo Motang laughed, and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, it's not the time to play yet."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled.

"Now," Mo Motang took out a communication talisman and shook it in front of Zhao Wan, "I'm going to warn Chang Tianzong, where is Ah Wan?"

Zhaowan was puzzled.

Shen Motang took half a step forward, completely breaking the safe distance from Zhao Wanwan, with a hint of perverseness and madness, "Will Ah Wan stop me?"

The purple eyes are seductive, like an abyss.

In this abyss-like scene, Zhao Wan saw tranquility and peace.

He knew that no matter what decision he made, he couldn't change Mo Mo's thoughts.

Even though this idea sounded absolutely unfriendly to Changtianzong, he still shook his head, "As Tangtang said, this matter is definitely not in line with Changtianzong's desire to seek Tao."

Whether it is sending people to sneak into the Shuangyue Sect to poach, or treating the disciples as victims of inciting disputes.

At least on this point, Zhao Wan will not stop it.

A smile gradually formed on the corners of Shen Motang's lips.

He knew that Zhao Wan would definitely figure it out.

As long as Zhao Wan can accept it, even if Zhao Wan comes to stop him and challenge him, he can accept it.

Gladly accepted.

Mo Motang smiled and said, "Ah Wan is indeed Ah Wan."

Zhao Wan's emotions were coerced, and a faint smile accumulated little by little, engraved on the corners of her lips, engraved on her eyes full of silence.

Breathing is close at hand, as long as he lowers his head, he can easily kiss those rosy and soft lips.

Unable to restrain himself, he raised his hand to stroke Shen Motang's hair, stroked the silver bell on the back of his head, and then, little by little, approached him.

Mo Motang closed her eyes unconsciously, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

The tip of the nose touches lightly.

But there was no follow-up for a long time.

Shen Motang opened his eyes in doubt, only to see that Zhao Wan had stopped approaching, her ears were red, and her deep eyes were full of panic.

It seemed that if he opened his eyes a little later, he would see Zhao Wan letting go and retreating.

Mo Motang sighed silently, and instantly dropped the barrier at the door of the study, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.

He doesn't want to regret not taking the next step after what happened.

Zhao Wan's body was visibly stiff, and then, in the warm breath, she clasped the back of his head little by little, and kissed him deeply and fiercely.

The cool wind passed by here, only taking away the freshly crushed snow on the snowman's body, and the warmth also tried to melt it.

Mo Motang gradually couldn't breathe, and the arms of Gu Lan were hanging down, but his fingertips struggled to cling to Zhao Wan's skirt, and got close.

Before Shen Motang thought he was broken, Zhao Wan lightly brushed the tip of his tongue and left his lips.

Just before the chaotic brain stopped completely, it forced itself to bury itself in Zhao Wan's arms, letting the heat ferment.

His heartbeat was fast, but he couldn't tell who it was.

The author has something to say:

The little devils whose probes were blocked: So did you kiss in the end? OuO (eyes wide open)