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

Zhao Wan walked to his side.

Before Mo Mo Tang could say "what's the matter", Zhao Wan suddenly turned around and sat beside him.

The stone itself is not that big, it is more than enough for him to sit on, and it is not a problem for another person to sit on it, but now he is sitting on it with his knees hugged.

slap.

Mo Mo Tang put his foot down.

Turning around, he said, "Why are you sitting here?"

Zhao Wan looked back at him, and said seriously, "Prove."

Mo Motang:? ? ?

Prove what?

Is there something to prove?

If you want to prove to mortals that Xianxiu and Moxiu are indeed a cooperative relationship, in the current situation, there is no need to prove it.

After all, everyone has already believed it.

After struggling for a long time, Mo Motang asked uncertainly: "A joke?"

Although his tone was a bit too serious, if it happened to Zhao Wan, he could barely convince himself.

Then Zhao Wan shook his head.

But he no longer intends to explain to him.

There was a moment of silence.

Mo Mo Tang was about to get a headache from the crying of the little devil beside him, but Zhao Wan's sound transmission suddenly rang in his mind.

"Did Tangtang remember anything back then?"

Mo Motang was slightly startled, and soon, he replied via voice transmission: "Yes, it answered a lot of my doubts."

Zhao Wan didn't continue to ask questions.

On the contrary, he himself couldn't sit still, so he asked via voice transmission, "Is there nothing you want to ask, Ah Wan?"

Zhao Wan's eyes quietly fell on the crowd, as if he was thinking, but also as if he was letting himself go.

Mo Mo Tang was bored, and his eyes fell on Zhao Wan's hair crown and hairpin. The crown has been changed many times, and the hairpin is always the one he changed.

I am delighted.

The gaze moved down, little by little, walking past the outline of Zhao Wan's side face, and after reaching the highest point of the tip of the nose, he looked up again and returned to the top of his hair.

Before Shen Motang saw the tip of the nose for the second time, Zhao Wan turned her head abruptly, met his eyes, and said with endless seriousness and apprehension, "'He' is not you, right?"

Mo Motang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled softly.

He thought it was something, it turned out that he was struggling with this.

Speaking of which, when he first arrived, every sword he saw Zhao Wan seemed to land on the smoky left side of his body.

He made the sword master, who never hesitated, worry.

Mo Motang sighed softly, his smile remained undiminished, and he said in a relaxed tone: "'He' is not me, that's what I said from the beginning."

As for the problem of appearance, it has already been solved with the restoration of memory.

This is not because the two made the same face when refining the body. The refined body has no face, and even the limbs are like cotton dolls. They are so small that the arms and legs can barely be separated. .

After "he" entered that body, the changed face was completely different from his.

But the same right side of his body as him.

How could the mutilated body refined by the original owner be intact in the death battle?

After the original owner left, "he" picked up the stumps that fell into the deep sea along with the battle bit by bit.

The remains of the original owner.

Even if there is no choice, it is also to remember his appearance, to seek revenge for a goal as clear as today.

Thinking about that kind of scene makes people feel chills. Mo Motang didn't go into details, not even the grievances between the two of them, just remembering that he is seeking revenge.

For a Demon Lord, there is no explanation that is more instantly understandable than "seeking revenge".

After finishing speaking, Mo Motang casually said, "It's reasonable."

He originally thought that Zhao Wan would be curious about this "revenge", but Zhao Wan didn't seem to care about it, instead he relaxed a lot because of his words.

That's right, this kind of world has four words in the final analysis - the strong are respected, in order to become stronger, who doesn't have a few "enemies"?

Of course, this kind of thing can be big or small, no one can say for sure.

But Zhaowan didn't want to doubt him.

No, Zhao Wan never thought of doubting him at all.

There was a mortal passing by in front of him, Mo Motang put his legs away first, hugged his knees and gave a smirk.

Just one sound.

He realized another problem.

Did a monk of Mozun's level really say that death from overwork would be enough for him to die from overwork?

Even if the heartbeat has stopped, it is only a matter of struggling to revive.

"He" was beaten to such a degree that he could survive with a few stumps, and in the end he was so strong that the original owner had no reason why he couldn't survive.

Before putting it on, he could still think about the problem of plot killing, but obviously, the logic of this world is complete.

There is no other factor in the memory that affects the death of the original owner, so the only one that affects is the original owner himself.

The original owner never sealed his own memory. He remembered the death of "him", the death caused by "him", and the reason for remembering all that was his gullibility.

So he forcibly gathered the demon bosses together, and handled all the affairs of the whole sect by himself.

But guilt had already overwhelmed him.

Then, at the moment when his heart stopped completely due to fatigue, he gave up struggling.

In other words, the original owner chose his own death.

Mo Motang felt stuffy in his heart.

Too high a sense of morality is not necessarily a good thing, especially the part about "he". The person who broke the contract is obviously "he", and the one who chooses to hurt others is obviously "he". more people.

But the original owner felt so guilty that he fell into a devil.

Mo Motang secretly sighed in his heart, and continued his speculation.

If the original book is the first edition of this world, then the world he is in now is most likely the second edition of this world.

According to the character of the original owner, if he knew that his death would give "him" another chance to do harm to the world, and in order to kill "him" again, a generation of sword masters would fall as a result.

Will the original owner choose to live?

Mo Mo interrupted his thoughts.

Some things can't be thought about carefully, even if he doesn't have such a high sense of morality, he will still feel sad.

Moreover, the eyes that Zhao Wan had attracted since she sat down were already ready to move.

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The expected bloody storm did not come, but the mortals and demons who had cried and made troubles finally calmed down a lot.

The chaos subsided for the first time, and Xianxiu, who had been planted among them to observe the situation, let out a sigh of relief. The next moment, mortals flocked to a stone.

Well, in other words, the target is the two people on the stone.

The leader was an elderly woman, followed by several others of similar age.

It looks like it should be the village head or elders of this place.

Mo Motang glanced at Zhao Wan suspiciously, Zhao Wan looked back and shook his head lightly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Mo Motang looked at the old woman again with doubts.

The old woman avoided his sight unobtrusively.

Shen Motang was even more suspicious.

He doesn't look scary either.

The old woman followed Zhaowan's avoiding gaze, "Jianzun," struggled again, and stubbornly looked at him, "Mozun."

Shen Motang responded casually, and the old woman lowered her head in a panic, and was about to bow down in an instant, and gave a big gift to the two of them.

Zhao Wan hurriedly got up to help her up, but before that, Mo Motang had already supported her with his devilish energy, and a large group of people behind him were trying to kneel down together.

Zhao Wan was speechless, turning her head to look at Shen Motang.

Mo Motang was startled, and mouthed: "Did I do something wrong?"

Zhao Wan shook her head, and also mouthed: "You did a good job."

Before Shen Motang could rest assured, ordinary people had already noticed something strange.

Their movements were weird, stuck in a process of kneeling.

The old woman at the head raised her eyes a little, and saw the sword master's boots stopped a few steps in front of her, and raised her head in a daze, but saw that the sword master was looking at the devil with charming purple eyes.

Mo Motang raised his fingers slightly, and the devilish energy supporting everyone's knees and figures slowly lifted up instantly, making them stand upright one by one.

Lines of sight poured in.

Shen Motang was extremely uncomfortable, and artificially put down his legs deliberately, got up and walked to Zhao Wan's side.

"Just speak up if you have something to say, we don't need you to kneel down."

People looked at each other, and the drums in their hearts were beating loudly.

At this moment, Zhao Wan nodded in agreement.

The old woman pondered for a while, then suddenly cupped her fists and said: "I can't repay you for saving my life. If it is useful to us in the future, please feel free to speak up."

Crashing, the people behind her clasped their fists together.

Mo Motang's brain repeatedly wandered between playing and not playing, and he broke free and said: "You can live well."

Zhao Wan followed closely and said, "The Mozun is right."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, and then continued: "If the two lords do not give up, can the two lords be invited to stay and join us in the funeral."

Ah, that's what I wanted to say.

Mo Motang himself didn't have any thoughts, and looked to the back, where the demon bosses were scattered, and the initial enthusiasm and emotion had faded away, and he had gradually entered a state of emptiness.

It will indeed be something that the devils can do.

Mo Motang asked the demons through voice transmission, "Do you want to participate?"

Most of them expressed no interest, the other half expressed indifference, and a small part of them were very straightforward, asking him if he could eat it after it was cooked.

Fortunately, before Shen Motang was furious, the little devil added: "It would be a pity not to eat those chickens and ducks. I also saw several cows."

Mo Motang breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Even so, if it weren't for the occasion, Mo Motang would still want to crack open their heads to see what's inside.

Can he agree to this?

Others are buried in a sad atmosphere, but some little devils are greedy for dead cattle and sheep?

Forgive him.

Mo Motang glanced sideways at Zhao Wan, and refused outright.

"We should go."