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

When such a situation occurs, I am afraid that it can no longer be described as an accident. It is a huge accident, an accident that pierced the sky.

But this accident is not over yet.

The live broadcast has become an indelible fact, and the people on both sides, apart from being silent, can only be silent.

Mo Motang said yes, but he didn't intend to explain at all, and he couldn't explain at all.

How does this make him explain?

He just found out, too.

He himself didn't know that Black Mist was so capable, not only could it merge with Zhao Ling's peeping to form a TV screen, but it could also broadcast the TV screen to the whole world as a two-way broadcast.

Hei Wu, isn't he just a little devil?

At most, it is a little devil who is not so sensitive to the barrier's perception and can be easily ignored by the barrier.

Well, I can't think about it any more. If he thinks about it again, he will feel that without the help of the big devil, he can even narrow the scope to him. Can the black mist really do it?

And no matter what he said, Xianzong can think that he did it on purpose, and this is the truth.

Zhao Wan turned around, returned to him, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "This is an opportunity."

Mo Motang didn't understand.

Zhao Wan continued: "All the aftermath work will be entrusted to me. Tangtang only needs to show herself and the Shuangyue Sect to everyone."

Mo Motang didn't react immediately, but Zhao Wan had already walked to his side, standing firmly with him.

He seemed, suddenly, to understand a little bit.

No words can be more powerful than saving the fallen demon of the Changtian sect's suzerain.

Zhaowan was hoping that he could move forward without burden.

That's right, go ahead.

towards his original vision.

Shen Motang blinked the wetness in his eyes, looked up at the screen, and looked at Zhao Ling on the screen.

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There are still monks from Changtianzong who are constantly rushing to Zhaoling's side. After this, the hall where Zhaoling is located finally sees the light again.

Might as well not see.

Mo Motang felt regretful at this time, why didn't he just knock him out after recovering the order.

It's better than the embarrassment of them looking at each other through a screen now.

But the mistake had already been made, and Mo Motang couldn't knock people out anymore, so he could only rely on the hoarse cheers of the little devil to try to concentrate.

The silver bracelet has been taken back by him and put on his wrist again, it is very heavy.

No matter what the circumstances are, the magic weapon belonging to the Demon Lord should not appear in the territory of Xianzong for a long time.

Even if the reason for appearing in Xianzong is for that Xianxiu.

Zhao Ling seemed to have finally had enough of staring at him. He suddenly lowered his eyes to the magic weapon on his wrist, let out a long breath and said, "Thank you Mozun, if there is no Mozun, I'm afraid I will hurt my sect disciples with my own hands."

Ah, now he looks like a human being.

Mo Motang said truthfully: "I just tried it, you are lucky."

Zhao Ling sighed and said, "No matter what you say, I have to thank Mozun for his kindness. If Mozun needs it in the future..."

"No need."

Mo Motang immediately interrupted and continued: "You just need to understand that falling into the devil is easier than you imagined, and it is also more difficult than you imagined, and the momentary good or evil is never the criterion for judging a person.

Like at this point, they're still by your side, aren't they? "

Zhao Ling looked up, the front and back of him were all for him, the monks of the Changtian Sect.

There was no weapon in their hands, no spiritual power trying to be released from their bodies, and the awe in their eyes when they looked at him did not change at all.

They always believed that their suzerain did not fall into the devil on purpose, and would not fall into the devil again.

Mo Motang believes that Zhao Ling can understand all this, and even everyone watching the live broadcast can understand all this.

This is a very simple truth, but at some point, along with the division of immortality and magic, it was misinterpreted, misunderstood, and demonized.

Bit by bit, he has formed a large number of little devils in his Shuangyue sect who have suffered all kinds of grievances and sufferings.

Of course he also knows that the evil cultivators who intend to harm people do not exist, but does the immortal cultivator who intends to harm others cease to exist?

Not too possible.

It's just that for this part of the immortal cultivators, there is a high possibility that the fallen demons will come to the demon cultivators.

Nevertheless, once a group is formed, the phenomenon is unlikely to disappear.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan, "Immortals and demons are just different directions of cultivation, we can also be friends."

Zhao Wan turned her head to look at him, and then, very solemnly, stretched out her hand to him.

Mo Motang put his palm on it without hesitation.

"Just like us."

Knuckles tightened a little.

The devils cheered again, holding hands and hugging each other, very excited.

The expressions of everyone in Xianxiu became more subtle.

Shen Motang couldn't help showing a slight smile, with the warmth of his palms, he turned his head to see Zhao Ling's gloom in his eyes, but his tone was full of seriousness.

"there's one more thing."

Zhao Ling only let out a doubt from his nose.

Mo Motang didn't care, and continued: "Zhao Wan is not a thing, let alone yours. This is your biggest mistake. I hope you can correct it."

Then, he shifted his gaze slightly to the people behind Zhao Ling, and also to everyone watching the live broadcast, "He doesn't owe any of you, I hope you all realize this."

On the screen, there are immortal cultivators with different expressions, and Zhao Ling who is becoming more and more dignified.

No one refuted, no one spoke out.

Regardless of whether he has fallen into a demon or not, Zhao Ling's heart has been completely revealed in front of people.

At this time, Zhao Ling finally understood what the only slight change in the expressions of his monks meant.

Outside the screen, Mo Motang gently tugged at Zhao Wan, silently, mouthing: "What should I do, you seem to be on a thief's boat."

Zhao Wan slowly shook her head, turned her eyes to look at Zhao Ling, and met Zhao Ling's eyes.

There was no trace of blame on his face, and even faintly proud.

He was declaring it to his suzerain, his father.

I have never cared about your thoughts, I just want to tell you that the person I love is a, what, what an excellent person.

Zhao Ling turned around angrily, the lines of his shoulders undulating slightly, as if taking deep breaths one after another.

After a long time, Zhao Ling suddenly said, "I'm sorry to disturb the Demon Venerable. I will pay Zhao a certain visit to repay this kindness."

Mo Motang looked back at Zhao Wan, Zhao Wan nodded without any opinion.

So Mo Mo Tangfu looked at the screen again, looked at the stubborn back in the screen, and persuaded: "Sect Master Zhao, I can't guarantee that you won't fall into the devil again from now on. I hope Sect Master Zhao can get his mind right as soon as possible."

Without waiting for Zhao Ling to answer, the bridge used for communication between the two parties, the screen, suddenly turned into a snowflake screen.

Afterwards, the screen deformed a little bit, and Heiwu's body reappeared.

Mo Motang's eyebrows twitched, Hei Wu didn't seem to be awake.

Just when he was about to go forward to catch the black mist, Zhao Wan pulled him tighter.

Although there was only a momentary delay, when Mo Motang looked back at the black mist again, the little black panther was no longer in sight.

The changing body shape is false and solid, but it is clearly a human shape.

The human-shaped black mist fell to the ground.

The humanoid black mist opened its eyes.

The black mist in human form realized that he was already in human form.

The human-shaped black mist was so excited that it almost didn't rush over directly.

Then, under Zhao Wan's sharp gaze, she resentfully withdrew her arm.

This large-scale live broadcast was successful, allowing Heiwu to obtain enough magic energy and the cultivation base of transforming human form.

It was only then that Mo Motang recalled the matter of the live broadcast. He clenched the warmth of his palms and said to Zhaowan and all the monsters, "We are happy to help with the aftermath."

Just as Zhao Wan entrusted all his trust, Mo Mo Tang also fully trusted Zhao Wan.

He understood Zhao Wan's seriousness when she said this to him, and also understood Zhao Wan's desire to change with him.

He won't stop.

But he also understands how hard and tiring it is to fight alone.

Zhao Wan stood by his side and chose to be his companion.

He turned himself into a more trustworthy companion for Zhaowan.

The demon bosses swarmed up, rolled up the gleaming black mist at the moment, and surrounded the two of them, they decided to shine together.

Those of you who have never shown your presence during the confrontation, under the leadership of some people, are desperately showing your presence.

"Forget yours and mine. When you are together, it belongs to all of us."

"Together with!"

"Marriage—"

The noise caused Shen Mo Tang a headache, he stretched out his index finger to his lips, and said solemnly: "Don't forget the business."

It refers to the 24 disaster victims and more than 30 accompanying Xianxiu.

The demon bosses immediately fell silent, their emotions came too quickly, and they would often inadvertently hurt some fragile minds.

They looked at each other with guilt in their eyes.

Mo Motang was helpless, "It's still up to me, go and apologize."

The demon bosses regained some of their spirits in an instant, responded repeatedly, and then, like a tide, rushed to the mortals.

It is soaring, yet extremely cautious, a straightforward apology.

The mortals were at a loss, and the immortals were in a panic.

There was only one voice, immature and full of impatience, resounding in the encirclement.

"You guys are so noisy!"

Mo Motang was slightly startled, and looked sideways at Zhao Wan, but he bumped into Zhao Wan's eyes squarely.

A wry smile.

After a while, Mo Motang waved to him, tiptoed slightly, approached Zhao Wan's ear, and said word by word: "I think I have the answer to the previous question."

Zhao Wan raised her thick eyelashes slightly, and turned her head to look at him.

Under Zhao Wan's somewhat confused gaze, Mo Motang's cheeks blushed instantly.

In Zhao Wan's eyes, he said the answer that had been bothering him for a long time.

"I can."

I will like you like you like me.

In an instant, Zhao Wan fell into unspeakable joy, as if dazed.

And Mo Motang quickly turned his head to look into the distance before Zhao Wan could react.

However, it was never just one of them who was red and hot.

sunny.

The author has something to say:

The little devil present: this will be a day in history

Zhao Ling who is silently angry: Hehe

Forget it, there should be two, three, four, five and six chapters before the end, try to finish them before the spring (in the text) comes (hey you