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

"What do you mean?"

The angry shout pierced through the screen and rang in my ears, even piercing my ears.

Zhao Ling's fury was within his expectations, but no matter what, he didn't intend to take the blame for it.

Shuangyuezong found fault and brought the suzerain of Changtian sect in front of everyone, and the suzerain of Changtian sect was caught peeping and was found to be in front of everyone, the nature is far worse.

And to be honest, before the black mist changed, no one present mentioned Chang Tianzong.

When things suddenly took some irrelevant turn, it was in his favor.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan and asked him if he could do this to Zhao Ling.

Zhao Wan nodded.

Mo Motang was in a complicated mood for a while, but he still let go of Zhao Wan at this moment, spread his hands and said: "Sect Master Zhao, don't be angry, I don't mean anything. Some speculation."

There were many discussions in front of and behind him, but only the little devil participated in the discussions.

Xianxiu and mortals realized something was wrong, and they both fell silent.

The low air pressure around Zhao Ling seemed to have passed through the screen, permeating the mountain.

Mo Motang saw the embarrassment in Zhao Wan's eyes.

It's normal, but it's hard for him to let him go.

Mo Motang didn't want to make things too ugly, so he said: "Just kidding, my subordinate is a magic weapon, and after feeling the aura of Sovereign Zhao, he unconsciously made you visible, so I apologize to you on his behalf.

Sovereign Zhao has a lot of things to do every day, so if he appears here, he must have something to entrust to Jian Zun or others, so it's better not to delay the business because of it.

This is the end of my words, please allow me to say one more word, I am afraid that the behavior of Sovereign Zhao is also from the heart, I think it is feasible to be friendly between immortals and demons, isn't it? "

He has tried his best to save face for Zhao Ling.

But Zhao Ling's surroundings seemed to be a little darker.

Zhao Wan noticed it, and hurriedly said, "I don't think it's impossible, and I believe the Suzerain also thinks the same way."

He was already coaxing Zhao Ling.

The eyes of more than a thousand people focused on Zhao Ling.

The endless pressure spread wantonly, and Zhao Ling's eyes hidden in the darkness were covered with bloodshot little by little.

Just kill them all.

Whether it's demon bosses, immortal cultivators, or mortals, if they are all killed, he won't be tortured any more.

Little monster, why is it rampant in front of him!

Why do you want to take away his credit, why do you want to replace him as the backer in people's hearts.

Why, want to take away his things!

"Father!"

Zhao Wan's voice suddenly pierced through the darkness, turning into a thorn into Zhao Ling's heart.

Zhao Ling immediately returned to his senses and looked at Zhao Wan, his eyes were full of distorted emotions, his increasingly irritable heart found peace at this moment.

He can't kill his companions, he can't kill his glory, he can't kill weak mortals who can only depend on the strong to survive.

He also needs, they, to worship him as a god.

Zhao Ling quickly calmed down, skipped over the answers left by Shen Motang and Zhao Wan, and replied, "Is it possible or not? If Mozun has a heart, there is no need to ask me."

The demon bosses spat a lot, both openly and secretly.

Wishing he could rush to the screen and engrave the word "hypocrisy" on Zhao Ling's face.

In contrast, Mo Motang looked very calm.

This problem itself is incidental, even if it cannot be achieved, the previous problems can always be overcome.

And for this, Zhao Wan contributed a lot.

Mo Motang was extremely arrogant, and got through the communication with Zhao Wan, and before Zhao Wan picked it up, at the end of Zhao Wan's consciousness, he knotted a thumbs up, which was a "like".

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes, showing a little smile untimely.

It should have ended there.

Until, Zhao Ling noticed another strange thing.

Asked Yin Han, "Zhaowan, where is your sword?"

Mo Motang's heart skipped a beat.

It was only then that everyone noticed, no wonder they always felt that something was wrong with Master Jian. It turned out to be a sword, and the long sword at Master Jian's waist was gone.

Zhao Wan didn't hide anything, and said bluntly, "It's damaged."

The familiar low air pressure appeared again, "Take it out and let me see."

Zhao Wan shook her head.

Zhao Ling frowned even deeper, "What about the scabbard, is it also damaged?"

Zhao Wan looked directly at Zhao Ling, and replied, "Yes."

"Find them and I'll fix them for you."

Zhao Wan still shook his head, and said solemnly: "Father, I won't use it anymore."

Zhao Ling was furious, "What did you say?"

Zhao Wan didn't say a word, but her face became serious.

Mo Motang felt that he knew the reason.

The reason why the sword shattered into shards was naturally because of "his" destructive power on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was because the long sword was no longer suitable for Zhaowan.

For example, we cannot use a stick rolled out of pancakes to crack masonry.

Even, while lifting the pancake, it is possible to pinch the pancake.

Zhao Wan was already too strong, so strong that the sword was a burden to him instead.

This is what he discovered today.

But Zhao Ling's attitude was as if he already knew everything.

"Do you think it's not good enough for you?"

Zhao Wan didn't answer, and couldn't answer either.

But the more Zhao Wan remained silent, the angrier Zhao Ling became, "My things aren't good enough for you, so can he be good enough?"

Zhao Wan's expression changed slightly, "It has nothing to do with him."

Zhao Ling sneered, but his expression became more and more crazy.

"Jianzun, that is the saber that symbolizes your identity, you can't live without it, be obedient, find them, I don't need to care about you."

Mo Motang frowned, and cursed words came to his lips, but Fu was stopped by Zhao Wan's arm suddenly raised in front of him.

He looked at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan just shook his head at him.

But Zhaowan could only shut his mouth, but couldn't stop the angry little devils, and the devils didn't care about anything, and shouted loudly:

"Identity? Even I know that a thing is a thing, no one uses it, and any sword is nothing but scrap metal."

"Long eyes, it turns out that the famous Chang Tianzong treated Sword Master like this."

"Don't tell me, I've heard that Zhang Tianzong handed over almost all the work to Sword Master."

"The sword master must be so tired, Chang Tianzong is using the sword master."

The accusation was too clear, Xianxiu and ordinary people looked at Zhao Wan and Zhao Ling feeling uneasy.

They hope that someone can explain it to them aloud.

But they all clearly knew that Moxiu's voice was full of deceptive and sinful words, words that should be least believed or listened to.

But in this moment, they really, sort of believed it.

Zhao Ling seems, really a bit strange.

It has nothing to do with the gentle and kind Sovereign Zhao in the rumors.

Zhao Ling raised his eyes slightly, like a pair of sharp knives, scanning the demon who spoke out angrily, and then followed by the accompanying immortal cultivators.

"Don't listen, don't believe, what's in the devil's words, do you still need me to tell you?"

Several members of Changtian Sect quickly looked away after hearing the words, and the rest of the other sects deliberately looked away a little.

The demon bosses got annoyed, and their voices became louder.

Mo Motang hurriedly cleared his throat, and with the help of magic energy, the voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone nearby.

"Didn't you hear? The head of Xianzong wants us to shut up!"

After a few scattered rebuttals, there was an emotional silence.

The demon bosses knew that the Demon Lord was angry.

But it was not only Shen Motang who was angry, but also Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling finally calmed down a lot and became agitated again, "What did you say?"

Mo Motang showed a smile, "I'm sorry, I apologize to Sovereign Zhao, can Sovereign Zhao apologize to my monks? After all, respect is mutual, isn't it?"

Zhao Ling narrowed his eyes.

Mo Motang sighed softly, and the sound transmission was like a feather, quietly falling on Zhao Wan's ear, and he said: "Sorry."

Zhao Wan looked up.

Mo Motang just continued: "As for the content of my monk's words, I hope that Sect Master Zhao will not be so anxious to refute."

Zhao Ling's voice became colder, "You mean, their nonsense is all true?"

Mo Motang shook his head, "I don't know, it's about your Changtian Sect, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, how could my Shuangyue Sect know?"

"Then what do you mean?"

Mo Motang didn't answer, but looked sideways at Zhao Wan, in the middle of Zhao Wan's deep eyes, what he saw was himself who was a little impatient.

Shen Motang immediately exhaled a long breath,

Zhao Wan's voice transmission came at this time, "I should be the one who should say sorry, I couldn't solve it well."

Mo Motang blinked, if he could have believed Zhao Wan's words before seeing Zhao Ling like this, but at this moment, he didn't think it was Zhao Wan's problem at all.

He finally truly understood what a paranoid and crazy person Zhao Ling was.

Zhao Ling's disguise was too perfect, too impeccable, so that only at this moment, at this moment when the accident happened suddenly, at this moment when the accidents gathered together, it was finally difficult for Zhao Ling to maintain his complete calm.

Like an ordinary parent who finds it difficult to accept his son coming out.

What's more, it seems that the complexity of the matter is far more troublesome than coming out, isn't it?

Zhaowan's voice transmission continued to sound, "Leave the rest to me."

Before Shen Motang could react, Zhao Wan turned to Zhao Ling, saluted and said: "If the suzerain has something to do, let's talk about it, we still have to hurry."

Immediately, there were a few sighs of emotion from the devil, full of dislike for the Zongzhu Zhao and sighs for Zhaowan's restraint.

However, no one could have imagined that these sighs of emotion became the final fuse to ignite the gunpowder.

In the screen, the devilish energy suddenly soared into the sky.

"That's my thing, it's not your turn to tell me what to do!"

The chaos reached its peak in an instant.

The siren was shrill and piercing, resounding through the sky.

Outside the screen, whether it is a fairy or a demon, everyone's three views are smashed to pieces at the same time.

What did they all see?

The suzerain of the Changtian Sect, has fallen into a demon?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, fell into a demon?

Just kidding, that Suzerain is right in the middle of Changtian Sect!

Hearts float.

But amidst the majestic devilish energy, that figure tightly strangled an elder's neck, and roared unconsciously.

"No one is allowed to stop me from recycling my things!"

Zhaowan is ready to leave.

Mo Motang didn't stop him.

But just before Zhao Wan took off into the air, everyone cheered.

Zhao Wan paused, looked up at the screen, and Zhao Ling on the screen was still Xianxiu.

It's as if the Fallen never existed.

Zhao Wan felt a little bit of doubt, but the next moment, the doubt disappeared.

Appearing on the screen together with Zhao Ling, who returned to Xianxiu, were dozens of silver bracelets spinning rapidly.

Trapped Zhao Ling, sucked in the devil's energy, and reversed the fact of falling into the devil.

Just in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Wan turned her head to look at Mo Motang.

Shen Motang shrugged, "I just think that the Shuangyue Sect doesn't need such a 'Sect Master Zhao'."

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes, before thanking her, Mo Mo Tang added:

"In addition, there is bad news. It seems that the black mist didn't just open this screen."

Wherever monks existed, they all followed and watched the live broadcast.

Zhao Wan was stunned.

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