On the verge of widowhood

Feng Nu understood but didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to shake out something.

It's a dream catcher.

Wasn't he burned by himself when he entered the store?

Qiao Que's face changed drastically: "It's useless."

Feng Nu: "When birds are half-demonized, only the sweetheart can touch the wings and feathers on their bodies. These are the feathers you plucked from yourself when you were half-demonized."

Qiao Que closed his mouth and his face was ugly. He had made this dream catcher at Feng Nu's house at that time, and he could see every move clearly, so it's not surprising that he knew it.

Feng Nu took a few steps closer to him: "You can lie, but Yu Yu can't."

Qiao Que sneered not to be outdone: "The demon can lie, and the feather can grow again."

Feng Nu frowned slightly, and the aura that belonged to the big demon was fully activated, forcing Qiao Que to kneel down with a plop: "Qiao Que, are you forcing me to pluck all your wings and feathers?"