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

Mo Motang couldn't remember exactly when Zhao Wan left, and when she returned to the yard.

He was just lying on the small couch in the courtyard, his mind was empty, and his eyes were also empty.

Muscle memory allowed him to pull up the blanket and wrap it tightly, and a little too much shyness prompted him to wrap himself into a cocoon.

It made him immobilized and made him feel inexplicably at ease.

What did he hear?

Zhaowan was confessing his love to him?

To him?

confession?

Or Zhaowan?

No matter what it is, it's hard to think about it.

So why him?

He never seemed to have considered the possibility.

If this is the premise, all those exaggerated reactions in the past were actually because Zhao Wan liked him?

Since when?

What about him?

Does he like Zhaowan too?

Ah, he didn't seem to deny it either.

Wait, no, is his liking really that kind of liking?

It's true that Zhao Wan is handsome, but he obviously just wants to save Zhao Wan.

Will it really change to this extent?

No way.

He thought too seriously, and the shock in his mind was so intense that he couldn't pay attention to the things around him at all.

For example, there was a sudden knock on the door, an increasingly rapid knock on the door, or the thumping sound of struggling to climb up the wall and trying to squeeze into the barrier after realizing that knocking on the door was useless.

"...Honorable Lord!"

"Your Highness..."

"...Honorable Lord..."

The figure that had been chrysalis for a long time finally broke into Shen Mo Tang's field of vision, Mo Mo Tang came back to his senses a little, and looked at the thing that had been twisting for a long time in his sight.

Then got startled.

The one who crawled halfway in and is still struggling, isn't it Changqing?

How could long love be here?

Also, it seems to be stuck?

His whole body was wrapped in the blanket, only his two eyes were exposed, and now, these two big eyes turned to Changqing with bewilderment and shock.

Changqing was taken aback, almost loosened his strength and was thrown out by the barrier again, and hurriedly grabbed the edge of the wall and shouted: "My lord! If you see it, let me in first (Xiang, Xiang)!"

Mo Motang blinked his eyes, and only then did his empty purple eyes gather a little expression.

He put the long love in.

It took a lot of effort for Changqing to squeeze in, even her hairstyle was messed up, and her flying hair fluttered around, making her look in a mess.

This made it difficult for Changqing to accept, and he kept straightening his hair and clothes—although it was still the gray clothes that Shen Motang used for punishment, but he had learned to accept the status quo.

on the surface.

Shen Motang didn't move a little bit, and didn't intend to move. He just pulled his eyes closer from the wall and shifted his gaze to Chang Qing who was already standing in front of his couch, and said in a muffled voice, "Come here what?"

Changqing's hand movements stopped for an instant, but she still couldn't help showing dissatisfaction on her face, and without looking at him, she said bluntly: "The Lord is the one, you left early again."

Mo Motang let out a long "Oh", "Then I will ask for leave."

Changqing almost couldn't help but give him a blank look, and just continued to tidy herself up, then moved her gaze to scan Mo Motang's human cocoon, and couldn't help frowning: "What is the Lord doing?"

Mo Motang shook his head slightly, trying to move his hands, trying to cover his eyes as well.

Changqing quickly pressed down on the top blanket and stopped his movements, "My lord, I don't want to talk to a cocoon."

Mo Motang stared at him silently for a while, ignored his words and continued to move.

Seeing that the control of the blanket was about to be taken away by Shen Tang again, Chang Qing felt anxious and asked quickly, "Is it Chang Tianzong?"

Mo Motang didn't react, he really stopped and looked at Changqing blankly, but there was clearly no focus in his eyes.

"It doesn't seem like it," Changqing sighed, took out a chair and sat beside Shen Motang, and continued: "But I've heard about the back mountain, and I've made arrangements as much as possible, the Lord doesn't need to worry about it. "

Mo Motang nodded, "You're welcome."

Long love: "?"

Changqing: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Mo Motang shook his head, and seemed to think of something, and turned to him suddenly, "If you practice the way of love, don't you understand feelings very well?"

Changqing changed his mind, and smiled instantly: "It can be said so."

Mo Motang's eyes dimmed, and Chi asked, "Then if someone says they like you..."

"Is it Zhao Wan?"

Mo Motang asked blankly: "Ah?"

Changqing nodded, and the fox eyes were already narrowed into a smile, "It's obvious, anyone with a discerning eye knows it."

Shen Motang's dull brain is not enough to support him to think about other things, he just followed the conversation: "Then I..."

"The lord should like him too."

Mo Mo's brain finally shut down completely at this moment.

Regardless of Changqing's stop, he wrapped himself up completely and shrunk into a ball.

Changqing was a little helpless, but the smile on his face didn't diminish at all, and he even smiled more happily, "So Zhao Wan confessed to the Lord?"

Mo Motang didn't speak.

Changqing sighed softly and persuaded: "It's okay, things like feelings always come quietly, ah, they may also be vigorous."

Mo Motang in the blanket had already started to tremble.

Looking at the long-term love, he continued: "Could it be that the Lord is not going to accept it?"

In a muffled voice, a "hmm" came from the blanket.

Wait, that's the wrong response.

Changqing suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem, and hurriedly asked, "Why? Is he not well?"

Regardless of whether the long-term love can be seen or not, Mo Motang shook his head, "It's not bad."

Changqing almost couldn't sit in the chair, "What is that?"

After a pause, he said silently: "He is Sword Master."

Changqing reluctantly pressed herself on the chair, her tone lost a little composure for a moment, instead she seemed to be gnashing her teeth, as if she hated iron for being weak.

"The venerable master is the demon venerable, and the family is right."

Mo Motang retorted: "That's not what I meant."

Sounds like he's about to jump in anger, or throw him out of the yard.

Changqing chuckled, and finally he was able to relax and sit on the chair, feeling confident.

It doesn't mean that, it means something else.

So he said affectionately: "The lord of the immortal sect and the demon sect has been tired of it for a long time, so he led the sect to open a shop or something."

Mo Motang didn't speak.

He just thinks that Shuangyuezong will sit back and eat nothing if he doesn't do something, which is not that noble.

Although he really doesn't like those words.

Sighing affectionately, he continued: "Your lord, as long as you stick to yourself, you will move in the direction your lord expected."

Mo Motang still didn't speak.

But he hopes it's true.

"So, my lord, don't rush to refuse, you will regret it."

The long-feeling tone was full of regret.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Shen Motang suddenly lifted the blanket and stared at Changqing for a while. Not only did he not see anything wrong from Changqing's face, but he saw the surprise of Changqing's reaction to him.

So he shrank back again.

Changqing endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back the laughter, only managed to hold back the sound, laughing so hard that she couldn't help herself.

Just now he was covered by a blanket and didn't see it, but now he can see clearly that his family's lord was clearly gnawed.

Who else?

Who else?

Only Zhao Wan.

It's no wonder that Mo Mo is in such a mess, it's clearly not just because of confession!

In the end, the long love abandoned the chair, squatted down and got close to Shen Tang, and got close to the fluffy blanket that wrapped Shen Tang. It was newly replaced by Shen Tang after the snow fell. It was big and thick enough, so there was no gap. Wrap it up.

Estimated to find the position of Shen Motang's ears, Changqing lowered his voice and said: "If you don't respect the lord, I will provide you with exercises, you take him down, and then you will become stronger together. There will always be scruples."

After a while, Mo Motang realized, and hurriedly moved away.

But how big can a small couch be?

Changqing chased after him again, still whispering: "Other things, just tell me if you need anything, I have it here, I guarantee that you will not get bored."

Mo Motang retreated without hesitation, retreated into a corner, there was no way to retreat.

The long-term relationship was already full of laughter, and he continued to hold back his voice without leaking any flaws: "Your lord, you are welcome, this is what your most loyal subordinates should do, and I promise to keep it secret."

The next moment, the dumpling in front of him disappeared on the spot, and in the house not far away, the doors and windows were locked, and there were a few clicks.

Changqing laughed until his stomach hurt, coughed lightly again, pretended to be deep and shouted into the room: "My lord, there are me and everyone in the affairs of the sect, and the lord just needs to focus on himself."

There was a crackling sound in the house, and when Changqing was puzzled, there were a few more clicks, and the doors and windows were unlocked.

The next moment, the doors and windows were opened wide, and the tables, chairs and benches were arranged in coordination with the bonsai, and they spared no effort to smash at him.

Chang Qing put oil on the soles of his feet and ran away quickly. After running out of the courtyard, he found that all those things were hovering where he was standing just now, and none of them really hit.

It's okay to be in love for a long time, and if you get it cheaply, you still act like a good boy and shouted: "No matter what the Lord decides, I will always support you!"

The tables and chairs rushed towards him, and Changqing immediately closed the door.

For a moment, there was no movement, Changqing turned around contentedly, glanced at the little devil squatting nearby, and smiled undiminished, "What are you looking at, why don't you hurry up to relieve the Lord?"

None of the little devils moved, but instead stared fixedly behind him.

Changqing was suspicious, and when he looked back, he saw a gap opened at the door of the Demon Lord's courtyard at some point, and in the gap was a tall feather duster.

Then, under his slightly startled gaze, the feather duster was thrown down unceremoniously.

Neither light nor heavy, right between the eyebrows of long-term love.

-

After confirming that Changqing was gone, Mo Motang gradually took back his furniture and returned them to their original positions.

He would not be willing to use his furniture to smash Longqing, anyway, there is a high probability that Longqing is fine, and it is his furniture that is broken.

He just wanted to drive away the long love.

His heart, and his brain, were about to explode.

If the long love is allowed to add to the chaos for him, he doesn't know what he will do in the chaos.

But he thought, no matter how much the long-term relationship pushes him, his decision will not change.

He would not take advantage of Zhao Wan, let alone take advantage of Zhao Wan's feelings for him.

That was a betrayal of Zhao Wan and a desecration of Zhao Wan's feelings.

Perhaps, it is also a blasphemy against his own emotions.

The author has something to say:

Touching Xiaokuang affectionately: It's a pity