Watching the suddenly assertive Lang Qianxing, Lu Zixun licked his front paw, "I haven't forgotten I'm a member of the Demon Clan, but don't you forget, you are not the leader of the Demon Clan yet."
His gaze deep, he stared at Lu Zixun for a while.
Lang Qianxing let out a carefree smile, "I was never the leader, I just wanted to tell Brother Zixun, humans can't be trusted."
Facing Lang Qianxing's somewhat gentler words, Lu Zixun stood up and walked out of the tent, saying faintly, "Demons might not be trustworthy either, right?"
Watching Lu Zixun's departing figure, Lang Qianxing pursed his lips and remained silent.
At the edge of the defensive encampment, he found Tang Qinglan.
Lu Zixun squatted behind her, as Tang Qinglan, lost in thought while watching a towering tree, hadn't noticed his presence.
"What are you looking at?"
He asked the question, his tail wagging quickly, wanting to know what had happened.
"Um…"
