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

The little devil who heard the movement almost rushed forward.

But the situation they are facing at the moment is far worse than imagined, and the tragic situation prevents them from thinking.

The long-term love abandons Xianxiu.

He ran away with joy all over his body.

The immortal cultivators looked at each other.

That indigo blue figure is Sword Master, that's right, that purple slender figure over there is holding hands with Sword Master with affection, could it, could it be, Demon Lord?

Hey, hey, no way!

The one in the lead was already stiff as a log, and he straightened his tongue with great difficulty, and asked with difficulty, "Am I dazzled?"

No one answered, everyone was frozen to a log, and they were also trying to find answers to their questions.

Whether it's the problem with their eyes, or the obviously more serious problem on Jianzun's side.

There was only one person, and he squinted his eyes differently for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, they are holding hands!"

The eyes turned back and gathered in an instant, and they all fell on the young man hiding behind everyone, with a little harshness, and after seeing the boy clearly, the harshness disappeared.

Junior brother, or this junior, he has all the conditions that make people hard to blame.

Yue Xingxun shrank his neck, silently shifted his eyes to one side, and muttered: "It's my eyes."

The immortal cultivators nodded together.

Then, the immortal cultivators who regained their sobriety after this, killed them violently.

Changqing has already circled around the two of them, and said in surprise: "It's really not hurt!"

Shen Motang nodded, then smiled slightly and said, "Why did you lie to you?"

Changqing finally stood in front of the two of them, dodging a falling piece of mustard seed sideways, and asked suspiciously: "What about that thing? Killed it?"

Mo Motang shook his head, "I kept it for a while, and locked it up temporarily. Some questions still need to be answered by 'him'."

Immortal cultivators flew over at this time, whirring, like a small wave of the sea.

Shocked, Mo Motang quickly let go of Zhao Wan's hand, but Zhao Wan didn't let him succeed.

Zhao Wan clenched his hand, and even moved slightly, approaching him.

A slight touch on the shoulder.

Mo Motang glanced sideways, and Zhao Wan's gaze fell firmly on the immortal cultivators, as firm as if without any emotion.

He sighed, turned back to look at the crowd, and was surprised again.

The expressions of the immortal cultivators were very wonderful, and they called out "Sword Master" together, and their voices revealed weirdness.

Changqing sniggered for a while, looked back for a while, and immediately introduced to the two: "This is the immortal cultivators who just arrived, and they have promised to help us."

Zhao Wan nodded slightly, and said bluntly: "Then you guys go first, please."

This is the sword master's request, the nature is different in an instant, no matter how puzzled or puzzled the immortal cultivators are, they will swallow it in their stomachs in an instant.

That Moxiu was right, time waits for no one.

Just before they turned around and wanted to leave, Changqing called them urgently, pointing to the busy fairy and demon below, "You can ask them first, don't gather everyone in one place."

Immortal cultivators are now even more depressed looking at Changqing, and hurriedly said politely, and rushed down.

Go faster than ever.

Another small wave.

But Shen Motang let out a little gasp at this moment, he saw the tail of the waves.

It's Yue Xingxun.

Zhaowan and Changqing turned their gazes to him instantly, and Changqing asked aloud, "What's wrong?"

Shen Motang shook his head, and when he saw the situation clearly, he pointed down and changed his words: "Haven't everyone been rescued?"

Refers to his magic silver bracelet.

Not only on land, but even those who were swept into the sea should be rescued.

Changqing suddenly realized, "There was a little accident."

The two pairs of eyes turned to Changqing again, puzzled.

Changqing hurriedly said: "It's not about the Lord's magic weapon, it's about those people, the 'spirit' avoided them."

And Mo Motang's silver bracelet, as well as the spiritual consciousness of the monks, need to rely on the "spirit" of those people to find them.

If the "spirit" disappeared, and it happened that the person was buried under the ruins, it might not be found for a while.

Silent Tang nodded.

The situation of these people is clearly the same as "him".

One can only guess what effect "he" had on these ordinary people when he was playing crazy.

No wonder the progress has dropped so much.

Zhao Wan's expression changed when he heard the words, and he was about to rush down, but Mo Motang stopped him.

"Use the faster one."

There was a hint of confusion in Zhao Wan's deep eyes.

Mo Motang's thoughts moved slightly, and the silver bracelet that was on standby hundreds of miles away was instantly retrieved, landed on the top of his palm, and slowly turned.

Zhaowan understood instantly, and let go of his hand to avoid disturbing him.

Mo Motang subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his arm.

Changqing couldn't hold back a soft hiss.

Mo Motang gave him a strange look, followed Zhao Wan's fiery gaze and turned his head sideways, and finally looked at the arms of the two who were in close contact.

The silver bracelet in the palm turned faster and faster, the structure in it changed rapidly, and the silver bracelet also heated up immediately.

Mo Motang bit her lower lip lightly, then raised her head suddenly, holding her head high.

I wish I could have my arrogance written all over my face.

The change stops immediately.

Throwing the two silver bracelets into the disaster area again, Shen Motang coughed lightly, "What are you still doing, go help!"

The long-term love is hesitant to talk.

Stop talking and want.

Hesitant to speak.

Long Qing finally turned around, but did not turn his head, and mouthed: "My lord, he is about to explode."

Mo Motang suddenly shuddered, and hurriedly looked at Zhao Wan, only to see Zhao Wan staring straight at the ground, but relieved.

Where did it explode!

Looking back, I can't see the shadow of long love, I can only hear the wounded people breaking ground because of the effectiveness of the silver bracelet, and the crowd rejoicing for it.

Mo Motang let out a breath, and then looked at Zhao Wan again.

Zhao Wan also came back to her senses at this moment, and turned her head to meet his gaze.

Mo Motang lowered his head, and lightly pinched the hand holding his arm.

"Your sword, I will fix it."

It's like being coquettish.

Zhao Wan sighed silently, and covered his fingertips with the other hand, "No need to fix it, it's time to end its bondage to me."

Shen Motang raised his head in a daze, he could tell that Zhao Wan was serious.

And long before that, Zhao Wan had shown that he didn't pay much attention to that sword countless times.

Mo Motang blinked, he didn't intend to pursue the cause and effect, he just blurted out: "Then I'll make a new one for you!"

Zhao Wan was slightly startled, then a smile emerged.

"Thank you, Tangtang."

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After the living beings are rescued, the dead lives are dealt with.

If it is left alone or handled improperly, it may cause epidemics.

After carrying out this goal, the little devils stopped moving forward.

Most of them don't know how to deal with this kind of situation. If they handle it, it may even be counterproductive, and all the goodwill they have finally attracted will be defeated.

The dead are even more troublesome than the living, and this is the current situation.

The little devils were very self-conscious. Before Xianxiukong came down to seek revenge, all of them got together behind their own Demon Venerable, and watched Zhao Wan and Demon Venerable who got together again to rebuild the house with the Great Restoration Technique.

Of course, not everything is restored.

"His" actions have completely changed the terrain of this area, and doing so may destroy their new camp or the place where the dead are placed.

Zhao Wan and Shen Motang just filled the cracks in the ground and the dams near the sea.

The rest, almost all are carried out under the existing terrain.

So no matter what, this map must be redrawn.

The final result of the discussion among the immortal cultivators was to burn the corpse at the moment of sunset.

An as simple as possible, mass funeral.

Mo Motang knew the reason why they chose Xiyang.

It takes time for the dead to recognize relatives and for the wounded to heal.

It was close to noon at this time, and there were still several hours before the sunset.

Mo Motang was finally free, sitting far away on a rock beside the camp and shaking his feet.

The place where the line of sight fell was Zhao Wan who was surrounded by everyone.

The perplexed immortal cultivators were trying to squeeze in front of Zhao Wan and ask him "why".

But it is mortals who are merciless.

Their urgent joy needs to be shared with someone, and that person is the sword master they look up to.

A group of immortal cultivators can't even squeeze out enthusiastic mortals.

Mo Motang wanted to laugh.

Beside him, there were a bunch of little devils sitting crookedly. Some of the little devils were overcrowded, and ran to a tree beside it, and the tree was full again.

After a long time, a little devil suddenly said, "So this is what it feels like to look at a white-eyed wolf."

Clap a few times.

Several slaps were slapped on the top of the little devil's head at the same time. The little devil let out a pain, hugged his head and said in aggrieved way: "I'm not wrong, why did you hit me?"

The few people he looked at winked towards Shen Motang.

The little devil curled his lips and said in a low voice: "But I'm very disappointed."

A slightly older demon heard the movement, looked sideways at Changqing, put his hand to his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Why don't we leave after saving everyone, do you want to watch their funeral?"

Glancing at him affectionately, he said inexplicably, "I'll find out later."

The devil scratched his head, not understanding why long-term love should be kept secret.

Changqing looked at Mo Motang quietly, he knew the reason why Mo Motang was waiting here so persistently.

He is waiting for a thank you, not someone asking or begging, but a thank you from people spontaneously, recognized by themselves, and from the bottom of their hearts.

Thank you Mozong.

If you can't wait, Mo Motang won't go back.

Even for this reason, he asked Zhao Wan not to talk too much.

That's why Mo Motang kept staring at Zhao Wan.

After a while, a little girl rushed out of the siege, rushed towards the demons, stood in front of the demons, put her hands on her hips and said, "Hey, come out!"

The tone was very aggressive, as if he was here to settle accounts with someone.

All the little devils in that area blinked their eyes together, their eyes full of bewilderment.

The little girl took a deep breath, seemed to be thinking hard, and suddenly said: "That's 'actually'."

The eyes of all the demons turned to one place.

The little devil in the middle of his line of sight pointed at him, his eyes wide open, with an expression of disbelief.

The little girl looked over, nodded impatiently and said, "Come on, come out for a while."

The little devil slowly stood up and patted his butt, "Actually, I..."

The girl told him that she was in a hurry, "Don't be serious, someone is looking for you."

The little devil didn't react, and stepped on the gap between the devils and moved towards her bit by bit.

When he stood in front of the girl, the girl suddenly turned around, held up his hand and raised it up, and said loudly: "The person you are looking for is here. If you want to say something, hurry up, they are leaving!"

After shouting, the little girl let go of the little devil's hand and muttered, "If you keep asking, why can't you look for it by yourself? It's so annoying."

The demon bosses were collectively stunned, not understanding what this operation was.

However, after a while, dozens of mortals walked out from the crowd. With apprehension and joy, they approached the little devil little by little. Under the little devil's blank sight, they suddenly said loudly: "Thank you for saving us!" .”

The little devil froze on the spot.

The devil behind him shuddered suddenly, and stood up together, as if those people were grateful, including them.

Immediately afterwards, countless people came out of the camp and approached little by little, looking for their benefactors and expressing their gratitude to them.

The scene was very tear-jerking, and even the tears of the devils fell more fiercely than ordinary people.

Mo Motang had already put his feet back on the stone, trying his best to make room for the demon bosses and mortals, he looked at the crying or smiling faces with his face propped up, and his smile unconsciously rose.

In the gap between humans, demons and immortals, he looked at Zhao Wan who was silently watching, and questioned him with his eyes.

Zhao Wan only shook his head slowly.

He didn't talk much.

He just said what he should have said.

It's like helping them, not just Xianxiu.

It's not just Xianxiu who wants them to live.

And this, immortal cultivators can prove.

Mo Motang raised his eyebrows, and immediately couldn't help showing a smile.

He admitted that Zhaowan's little trick worked very well.

With his red lips slightly parted, he paused word by word with his mouth:

Thank you, thank you, Ah, late.

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