Qing Yi stopped and looked at Little Seven while waiting for her ideas. If it didn't work, he would have to use his method.
He had already lived for ten thousands years, he didn't yearn for life anymore. He would be more than willing to exchange for Little Seven's life.
"Little Seven, do you have any idea?"
"Contract…." Little Seven's voice was soft, but it made Sima You Yue tremble.
She wanted to establish a contract with her!
"No, there must be other ways!" Sima You Yue said.
