"Lord Xun, if you want it, just take it."
Catching the gun from Tang Tianyu, Lu Zixun chuckled without saying anything, as he grasped the little schemes in Tang's mind clearly.
Tossing the gun into his storage talisman, Lu Zixun downed the beer in one go.
After pondering for a moment, he tossed a Demon Clan signal flare to Tang Tianyu, "If you encounter any trouble, throw the signal flare."
"Alright, Lord Xun's really generous, off I go then."
Watching Tang Tianyu's transport convoy depart, Lu Zixun yawned and crawled into his sleeping bag.
Raising his hand, Spiritual Energy surged out and he constructed an ice sculpture tent, then Lu Zixun began to doze off.
He hadn't had such a leisurely and comfortable time in a while, and thus he slept especially soundly.
"Meow, meow~"
After calling out contentedly twice, Lu Zixun opened his sleepy eyes; hunger had woken him up.
