Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  Sima You Yue stood firmly seeing the corpse falling slowly and then at the youth who was catching his breath heavily.

  Blood stained on the youth’s hands with his eyes filled with blood. His facial features were swollen beyond recognition. He stared at the body with hatred.

  As Sima You Yue watched the youth crawling closer to Zhang Shuo, she hesitated for a second but didn’t stop him.

  “Young, Young Master ..