Lu Zixun couldn't help but take another look at the beast skin.
He couldn't help but sigh, "The Demon Clan's technology tree must have been developed in a weird direction."
As Lu Zixun pondered the principle behind this beast skin,
Lang Qian Yuan, who was going to accompany Lang Qian Yue to find Uncle Turtle, disagreed.
"Big brother, if I go now and the Insect Clan attacks again, what will you do!"
At that moment, Lang Qianxing and Lang Qian Yuan were staring at each other.
Hearing this, Lu Zixun yawned, got up from the stone table, and shook his fur.
"Just listen to your big brother, with me here, unless the Insect Clan organizes a large-scale Insect Tide, they won't break through our post."
When Lang Qian Yuan's gaze fell on Lu Zixun, he suddenly realized.
This man, who seemed to have no power at all, had casually resolved a crisis at the post just a little while ago.
"Yes, with Zixun here, there's nothing to worry about."
