Faced with Qiao Sinian suddenly extending an olive branch, Lu Zixun's eyes flickered with contemplation.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "But you are a demon, aren't you? Generally speaking, doesn't making deals with demons end poorly?"
While saying this, Lu Zixun also deliberately glanced at the bodies of the three foxes.
It was to imply that this was the outcome of cooperating with a demon.
"That's a misconception."
Taking out another cigarette, Qiao Sinian casually said, "Only the strong are fit to work with us, while the weak cannot withstand our power and naturally meet bad ends."
"Thank you for correcting my misunderstanding, but I'm not interested in forming any sort of relationship with demons."
Pausing, Lu Zixun yawned, "If you're not looking to fight, then we can disperse."
"Uh... that makes things difficult."
Qiao Sinian stroked his chin as a pair of wings emerged behind him, fluttering twice.
