On the verge of widowhood

"Standing behind me are the snake heads, sheep heads, and chicken heads."

Bai Qing got up quickly, walked in front of the three of them and began to look carefully.

The girl whose brows and eyes hadn't yet opened but had already begun to show her color nodded: "I am the snake head, Yan Chan."

"Sheep head, Yan Tai."

Yang Shou is a young man with a warm smile and looks as gentle and considerate as the brother next door.

"I am Chicken Head, and my name is Yan Ling."

The chicken head is also a young man, but the human form it has become is smaller than Yan Tai and Yan Chan. It looks like it is only twelve or thirteen years old, which is a naughty age.

Although the three of them looked different in appearance, the tacit understanding and harmony among them were not something that others could get in.

Bai Qing's gaze swept over the faces of the three monsters one by one, but he couldn't say a word.