C818 Chapter 818

“Is the way I do it not authentic?” Moh Yao arched a brow. After her complete transformation, even her soul felt three degrees colder—cold enough to make Wuqing shiver until his lips turned bluish-purple.

Off to the side, Junyu struggled to hold back a laugh. To think he’d live to see Wuqing get knocked down a peg—he could die happy.

Wuqing choked on his words, cleared his throat, and said