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

The see-off line was crowded.

This kind of scene is not uncommon for Mo Motang, but in the past, those who crowded behind him were all little devils.

But at this moment, there are more people than demons, more than immortals, and the reason they gather here is only because of the little devil in his family.

Very touching, isn't it?

But Mo Motang was the first to pick himself out.

Just to give up the place to the farewell devil and mortals, including some immortal cultivators who were born or stationed nearby.

pretty good.

After all, people can fear him as much as they admire Sword Master.

Shen Motang completely saw this point, and he was completely indifferent.

People just didn't dare to hug him, instead of trembling or running away from him, it was much better than he expected.

Although there may be reasons for Zhao late.

The dependence of mortals on Sword Master is also much deeper than he imagined.

Speaking of Zhao Wan, he almost forgot about his business.

He looked for the crowd, but locked on outside the crowd. Unlike him, Zhao Wan's eyes fell on him every moment.

He suddenly thought, if there hadn't been this episode, the meeting between him and Zhao Wan would have been moved to a later date, and in what capacity.

He should be thankful that they had stood together before the reversion to confrontation, before things turned sour.

Zhaowan's voice transmission suddenly sounded in his ears, and he said with a little hesitation and guilt: "Tangtang, Changtianzong..."

Mo Motang understood everything in an instant. He took a deep breath, and the sound transmission interrupted: "Don't worry, Ah Wan. No matter what Xianzong plans to do, Shuangyuezong can handle it all."

Zhao Wan blinked her eyes.

There was a smile in the voice from Mo Motang, "When the time comes, Ah Wan, don't let the water go."

Zhao Wan lowered her gaze, and after a while, raised her gaze again, "I won't participate."

Mo Motang was stunned, "But, but you are the sword master!"

In the center of his line of sight, Zhao Wan slowly shook her head.

"Because I am Sword Master."

Mo Motang was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes away from his eyes, raised his hand to cover his lips gently, but a smile slipped out between his fingers, soaking his watery purple eyes.

Like a blooming crabapple.

Yes, he is the sword master.

The best sword master in the world.

-

Amidst the chaotic farewell, the little devil with two big lop ears squeezed out of the crowd bit by bit.

Before he could catch his breath, a small hand suddenly grabbed his belt from among the crowd, which made him tremble with fright, and almost blurted out a scream.

What interrupted his screaming was a slightly familiar child's voice.

"What are you running around when you have nothing to do, let me find it easily."

Before the lop-eared little devil remembered when he had heard this voice, his ears had already started phantom pain.

Hiss, no way.

The little devil lowered his head, only to see the owner of the little hand finally squeezed out of the crowd, and this face, he probably will never forget it in his life.

It was the kid from earlier who was swinging by his ears.

Smiling more like a devil than him.

The little devil became nervous for no reason, and stammered, "What, what's wrong?"

The child smiled even more, "I heard that your sect is looking for someone to live there, so take me with you."

The little devil was startled, and quickly refused: "How can this be possible, you should go to your family quickly, don't be willful."

The child showed a genuine expression, and with a maturity that did not meet his age, he continued: "I'm not joking with you, you have seen the situation here, who would quarrel with family members at such a time? I just There is no family, and there is no home here for me."

The little devil couldn't help it, his heart ached for a moment, but it was only for a moment, the little devil turned around and ran away.

The child didn't react immediately, and was about to chase after him. However, in the direction he was walking, there were raised stones, which collided fiercely with his toes.

bang.

Wails followed.

The little devil's heart tightened, and he slowed down a little bit, then turned around abruptly and ran back.

The child had already got up from the ground and sat down, but he waved his hand to keep the adults and monsters around him from getting close to him, and the other hand was vainly hidden on his knee, enduring the pain to examine the wound.

The child's mouth opened and closed, and mournful cries came out, but there were no tears on Xiaohua's face full of forbearance.

The little devil's heart skipped a beat.

The little devil had already noticed his arrival, and immediately raised his face to look at him, and then smiled and said: "I knew you would come back, really, think about it, or I might starve myself to death."

The little devil's breath was stagnant.

What a coincidence, he, a demon, was actually threatened by a human cub.

The little devil with lop ears had no choice but to hug the child to a side stone and sit down, then rolled up his trouser legs to check the wound.

It was bruised and purple, and the skin on the right knee had even been torn, with a little bit of blood oozing out.

Even the palms and elbows are not bad, and they look very tragic.

I fell badly.

The little devil didn't know how to heal spells, but just wiped the dust off the child's face, pointed in the direction of the devil, and said, "I don't care about this matter, you wait here for me, I'll ask."

The child stared at his face for a long time before finally nodding his head.

-

Then after discussing with Chang Qing, after Chang Qing discussed with the demon king, and then after Chang Qing discussed with everyone present, the number of mortals who chose to go with the demon bosses increased to 24.

Among them, 14 were children of all sizes.

They lost their loved ones forever in the catastrophe.

Mo Motang was not very willing about this, just like the immortal cultivators who were even more reluctant after seeing these 24 people.

Even if it wasn't the village near Shuangyuezong, he didn't want the children to leave the place where they were born and raised.

Many things here cannot be replaced by other villages.

For example, familiar neighbors, such as distant relatives.

For example, the ancestors buried here for generations.

The situation here is different from the people who have already lived in Shuangyuezong Village. The impact here is relatively small compared to the island, but after restoration, the land and the residence are still there, and the home can be preserved.

He prefers to believe that it was their whim.

Most of them are blind, and it is difficult to get out of the grief of bereavement for a while. They may just want to escape from this sad place.

Mo Motang sighed silently, looked at the 24 people and said, "I can take you away."

The immortal cultivators exploded into a pot.

Mo Motang ignored their noise and continued: "But it doesn't mean you can't come back, just treat it as a guest at Shuangyuezong. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can raise it at any time, and I will send you back."

24 people nodded one after another.

Mo Motang turned to look at the people behind him, "Shuangyue Sect will not treat them badly, if the folks are worried, you can invite all the elders to visit at any time.

Those villages do not belong to the Shuangyue Sect, so you don't have to worry about it. If there are demons who provoke me, I will be the first to execute them. "

The discussion continued.

Different voices sounded one after another, questioning, questioning, guessing, and suspicion.

Then, it was Zhaowan.

He said: "I believe in Demon Lord, and I also believe in Shuangyuezong."

A moment of silence.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan, and said, "Then how can I live up to Sword Master's trust?"

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