But in the next second, when she saw the three young men behind the old man, Lan Jingtong suddenly raised an eyebrow.
The eyes, which were squinting, opened slightly.
The Demon Race elder, seeing Lan Jingtong like this, instinctively became cautious.
"What do you want?"
"How about discussing something?"
Lan Jingtong resumed his usual gentle demeanor, smiling with his eyes narrowed into slits again.
It was as if the unpleasantness from a moment ago had never existed.
"Not interested!"
"These two little guys behind me, will you take them with you when you go back?"
The two spoke almost simultaneously.
Hearing the other party refuse without hesitation, Lan Jingtong sighed helplessly.
"It's just the two of us, and you don't have any other tasks. Why don't you help me take them back?"
"Task?"
Hearing this, the Demon Race elder's eyes suddenly lit up.
"I do have a task!"
The Demon Race elder said, directly showing his terminal to Lan Jingtong.
