On the verge of widowhood

Gu Yuan thoughtfully gave them two flowers all over the place: "Boss, you don't want to show off to each other, do you?"

Bai Qing stood on the stage with his palms folded, and Bai Zi stood beside him smiling without saying a word, and randomly picked someone from the audience who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic: "Think about something."

He Bingzhu probably knew what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he focused his attention on one thing: "Okay."

Bai Zi clasped his hands together and made a dove take-off motion with his backhand. Countless golden rays of light poured out from Bai Qing's fingertips and turned into a group of golden doves hovering and flying on the top of the hall.

Qiao Que laughed, "What kind of treasure is a flock of pigeons?"

Qi Qi glanced at him lightly: "Pigeon? That's a soul bond."

Qiao Que didn't feel annoyed after being said a word, and turned to ask Feng Nu: "What is a soul contract?"