Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Rong Miao got out of the car with an umbrella, and after examining the vehicle's condition, she seemed to be at a loss.


This was not the era that Shu Guan had traveled from, where a simple phone call could summon roadside assistance.


With situations like this, one could only go back on their own, and then call someone to tow the car.


However, how could a woman walk over ten kilometers home on this stormy night?


Seeing the helpless woman standing in the rain, Shu Guan could only ride his bicycle over to her.


He was riding the bicycle that belonged to Qiuyang, as it was not practical to chase after Rong Miao's car on foot all the time during this surveillance period. So he borrowed Qiuyang's bicycle.


At this point, he had put on his patrol officer uniform, dressed in a raincoat, and happened to pass by on his bicycle when he stopped, raised a flashlight, and shone it around.


Chapter 82: Tracking_3