80 Ni Yu’s Immortal Cultivation Journey

He scooped some rice porridge out of the bowl with a white porcelain spoon. The crystal porridge dripped off the edge of the spoon, drawing out a ropy thread of rice water.

However, in the end, Lu Fan did not eat it…

Because a pair of big eyes were looking at him and the rice porridge eagerly. He could not enjoy the rice porridge with that look.

"Girl, what's up?"

Lu Fan said while glimpsing at Ni Yu, who was crouching in front of his wheelchair.

Ni Yu looked away from the rice porridge, swallowing saliva. Eagerly staring at Lu Fan, she beat her chest with her tiny fists.

"Young Master, I, Ni Yu… I want to cultivate immortality!"

The corner of Lu Fan's lip twitched. "You already said that once."

Ni Yu beat her flat breasts with her tiny fists, her eyes drowned in tears.