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

The hour clock rang as usual.

The snow has stopped, but the sky is not sunny.

The thick snow seems to cover the world with a quilt, covering all colors.

But obviously, this quilt doesn't know what it hides.

Shen Motang was placed on the small couch in the courtyard, and a ball of white snow puffed up.

The person who was buried under the snow slowly opened his eyes, the crystal white snow still lingering on his long eyelashes, his clear purple eyes overflowed with light, but he was still a little dazed, obviously he didn't understand situation.

He seemed to have accidentally fallen asleep.

Shen Motang lifted the blanket and sat up, the snow on his body immediately shattered and fell off.

This purple immediately became the only bright color in the courtyard.

Mo Motang blankly scooped up a handful of snowflakes, only then did he feel a bit of coolness.

His protective barrier prevented Piaoxue from having direct contact with him, but it was also selfish, allowing Xuehua to be so close to him.

Mo Motang didn't pay much attention to this, and glanced across the yard, only to see that the snow had already submerged his feet, and even the snowman he had kept for a long time was covered with new clothes.

Good for a few more.

But it is not the right time.

Mo Motang put his head under a magic cover, and in the blink of an eye, he had already tidied himself up, and walked out of the courtyard.

"Ah."

Mo Motang slightly retracted his hand to open the door, and put it to his lips, slightly puzzled.

Have a cold?

Shouldn't be.

Mo Motang didn't care about it anymore, and simply walked out of the yard.

It's time to get busy.

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"Do you want the whole sect to work overtime together?"

Shen Motang shook his head, "No, just come normally."

Changqing waited in front of the study one step earlier, handed him a lot of materials, and asked him questions like this at the same time.

But Mo Motang feels that Changqing should already be working overtime, and these materials are the results.

very positive.

At the end of the year, if he has the opportunity to conduct a year-end summary, he must give Changqing a "best employee" reward.

But our best employee was not surprised by his words, and suggested long-term: "But if we want to speed up the progress, it's better to work overtime."

Before Shen Motang refused, Changqing continued: "In addition, the Lord, don't worry, everyone is voluntary, and there is no need for overtime pay."

Ok?

Why do you think he wants to save overtime pay?

Mo Motang stopped, turned to look at Changqing, "The problem is not overtime pay."

Changqing raised his eyebrows, and the fox's eyes showed doubts.

It seems to be saying [otherwise what else].

Mo Motang sighed helplessly, and didn't intend to argue with him, he just said: "Thank you for me, but try to solve it during working hours, it may be counterproductive to keep tense."

The long-term love is clear and agreed, but there is still a plan in my heart.

A subordinate who can only obey is not a good subordinate.

At least in the long view, he thinks so.

Mo Motang didn't know this, he turned around and continued walking, and just as he sat down at the desk, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are those little monks in the back mountain still there?"

Changqing skillfully hugged a futon and sat beside Mo Motang, and replied: "They are still there, they refuse to leave."

Mo Motang raised his chin, yesterday he summoned all the demons to make such a big noise, those people should be aware of what happened.

Let him think about it, what do these few people want to do if they refuse to leave.

Changqing suddenly broke his guess, "If I remember correctly, their arrangement today is to observe the Shuangyue Sect."

Mo Motang didn't react, "Why observe the Shuangyue Sect?"

With a long smile showing sharp canine teeth, "They seem to like Shuangyuezong quite a bit, and they want to bring some information back to report, saying that they want to change Xianzong's mind."

Silent Tang frowned.

They are really young, if they really bring those materials back, Chang Tianzong must not think that they have been brainwashed.

"Let them leave immediately, or throw them out if they refuse to leave."

The long smile continued, "The Lord is really thinking of them."

Mo Motang immediately gave him a slap in the face.

Changqing raised her hand and pressed her hands, "Okay, okay, I understand, let someone do it."

But Changqing finally carried out a black box operation.

Changing Chang Tianzong's thinking would not work from top to bottom, so he would go from bottom to top. He didn't care whether those people would report something to the elders. The important thing was to let the news spread among the disciples.

It's in line with Mozun's idea, isn't it?

Like letting more people and more monks see the Shuangyue Sect.

Mo Motang read several documents in a row, but Changqing still sat at his desk and did not leave, and even dealt with affairs here.

In order to save money and hassle, Mo Motang built a small teleportation circle between each post, and the position is naturally fixed.

All the news to the deputy suzerain will appear on Changqing's own table, not here.

Mo Motang read another copy, and when he took the new information, he looked at Changqing.

Changqing didn't raise his head and said: "Don't worry, my lord, Black Mist will send me any news."

It's a long story, but if it's short, it's just that.

Since Heiwu has mastered the standard teleportation circle given to him by Shen Tang, Heiwu likes it more and more. In recent days, he has been using it at every opportunity. Pass it back and forth.

And among the various opportunities that Heiwu seized, there was also communication with Shen Motang, which even reminded Momo Tang of the game of whack-a-mole.

But Mo Motang thought about it, and didn't think there was any harm in this matter, so he let him go.

So there is no need to say anything more, Mo Motang nodded.

But he was still puzzled, "Then why do you have to stay with me?"

Changqing finally put down the information in his hand, looked at Mo Motang seriously and said: "Waiting to take over from the Lord."

Mo Motang silently moved slightly to the side, "You want to usurp the throne?"

Changqing couldn't help laughing, and quickly denied: "No, it's just temporary."

Mo Motang didn't understand the connection.

Changqing's fox eyes narrowed slowly, "It should be coming soon."

"What fast..."

Halfway through the conversation, Mo Motang suddenly fell silent.

There was no need to ask any more, the communication talisman of Linglou Shuise had already appeared in front of him.

He looked at Changqing, and Changqing nodded.

Mo Motang opened the communication talisman.

The next moment, Mo Motang suddenly stood up.

"How did you know?"

Changqing stretched out his index finger, "A little guess, now it seems that I guessed it right."

Mo Motang had nothing to say.

This is the information sent by Linglou, about Huanhai.

In the middle of the night, a vision appeared again around the sea, which lasted for a short time, and the bell tower did not capture any useful information.

But fortunately, the location where the vision occurred was very remote, and no one was harmed.

Ling Lou originally thought that this was the end, but after that, visions began to occur frequently, and the locations were very different.

Until now.

Linglou finally confirmed that the vision would no longer happen in Huanhai, and "he" was going ashore.

The nature of things has changed.

But also because of this, Ling Lou finally locked the position of "him".

The coordinates on the communication talisman were constantly changing, Mo Motang immediately imported the coordinates into the silver bracelet, and combined with the three-dimensional map in the silver bracelet, marked the whereabouts of "him".

Very strange.

The location where "he" landed was in Dingzhou, where Wanxiang Sect was located.

But "he" now spanned the entire Xuanlinji and appeared on the coast of Pingzhou where Changtianzong was located.

Just a moment.

Silent Tang frowned.

Changqing suddenly said at this moment: "I think he is looking for someone, or something."

Mo Motang immediately turned his gaze to Changqing, "Tell me."

Changqing marked several other points on Shen Motang's map, "He will not appear in the same place twice, but coincidentally, every place he appears has one thing in common."

Mo Motang waited for him to continue.

Changqing took a deep breath, "A hundred years ago, there were monks falling into the devil everywhere."

"at the same time."

Mo Mo was stunned.

He seems to have heard of this setting somewhere.

Shen Motang's brain struggled to turn around, and he asked blankly: "You mean, he might come to me as well?"

Chang Qing only said: "It's not impossible."

Mo Motang slowly moved his gaze to the map.

This level of connection is really not something anyone can imagine.

Whether it's the situation of the fallen demon back then, or "his" weird behavior now, it's one thing to figure out all of them.

Mo Motang almost couldn't help praising his long love.

Of course, it would be better if the conjecture could be raised earlier.

I don’t know about Changqing, but I just continued his speculation, "So far, he has only been active around the sea, and it is speculated that he may not have fully recovered, that is to say..."

Until today, "he" has fully recovered.

If this is the case, it also proves that all the fallen demons in the ring sea have been excluded by "he".

Mo Motang almost gasped.

To be honest, the destructive power that "he" has shown so far is a little troublesome, but it is actually not enough to make him afraid.

But Mo Motang is not only able to see "his" performance so far.

Calculating the time, if it was really "he" who made Zhao Wan go away without returning, then this timeline has been advanced by more than a star and a half.

Will it be stronger or weaker?

he does not know.

His long-lasting eyes never left Shen Mo Tang, he took all of Mo Mo Tang's expressions into his eyes, now, he knew that the reason why his Demon Venerable paid attention to Huanhai for so long might be "him".

"So, my lord, are you going?"

The silver ring on the little finger instantly sent a signal to the spiritual consciousness on the other end. Before Zhaowan connected, Mo Motang firmly replied: "Go."

The next moment, Zhao Wan connected to his message. Amidst the loud noise, Zhao Wan's voice was deep and calm, as if possessing magic power, which made Mo Motang calm down.

"What's the matter, Tangtang?"

Mo Motang smiled slowly, even though he was sure, he still asked aloud: "Is that big guy with you?"

After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Wan replied, "Yes, but..."

"Ok?"

Zhao Wan directly opened the video call to him.

On a small screen, he saw "him".

As if separated by an invisible boundary, the left half of "his" body is misty with black smoke, and no clear outline can be seen.

But the problem is not here.

The well-defined right half of "him" is clearly his appearance.

Mo Motang couldn't hold back a wry smile, and first looked at Changqing, "Now I feel that 'he' is here to find me."

Changqing's expression became serious and he said nothing.

Mo Motang didn't care, and turned to ask Zhaowan, "Ah Wan, tell me your location."

Zhao Wan only said: "He is very dangerous."

Mo Motang nodded, "I know, so help me."

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