Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  When Wu Lingyu heard what Sima You Yue said, he could not help but purse his lips.

  Was he someone who would be fickle?

  This brat!

  “I’m hungry, I want to eat porridge.” He wouldn’t quibble with a little brat.

  A person of cultivation would go hungry? What a liar!

  However, she still asked, “What kind of porridge?”


  “The kind of porridge you made for me back at Puluo Mountain Range.” Wu L..