"Mortal, leave." The fox's eyes widened even more, with a look of disdain on his face.
"Leave? If I leave, how can you, a fox demon, escape?" Gong Jinhong said jokingly.
Sure enough, when Yao heard Gong Jinhong's words, he narrowed his fox eyes and said, "What do you want?" His tone was not necessarily very good.
After staring at the fox for a long time, Gong Jinhong smiled and said, "Of course I won't skin you to make clothes or make soup. I just don't know, if I save a demon, what will the demon repay me?"
"If you save me, it will certainly benefit you." The fox raised his chin and said proudly.