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

As he fanned, Shu Guan spoke indifferently, but this indifference only highlighted his cruelty.


When he reached the tenth slap, Jiang Yun couldn't bear it any longer.


He was not a tough guy to begin with; otherwise, he wouldn't have served the Xuri Empire like a dog.


"Brother Shu, if I tell you where I hid those secret manuals, can you spare my life?"


By this point, Jiang Yun's face was already swollen like a pig's head. Although he was originally quite fat, there was still some difference compared to a real pig's head.


But now, after being continuously slapped by Shu Guan, those differences were gone.


Many of his teeth had also been knocked loose by Shu Guan, his mouth was filled with blood, and it was difficult for him to speak clearly.


Shu Guan stopped and seemed to ponder for a moment before nodding and saying,


Chapter 227: The Disappearing Ticking Sound_3