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

"I said, Brother Shu is not your son-in-law yet..."


Xu Pingxi waved his hand impatiently, but then he paused and suddenly reacted.


"...You don't know Brother Shu's identity yet?"


Does Little Shu have any other identity?


The banquet finally officially started.


The opening dance tonight was performed by the host Rong Duanpu and his daughter Rong Miao.


In Shen City, Rong Duanpu is a famous dance master, and his elegant and exquisite dance moves have made many Shen city ladies fall for him.


But today, Rong Duanpu's performance was somewhat abnormal, with clumsy movements and fickle eyes. He stepped on his daughter's feet several times, looking like a lost soul.


"Miaomiao, do you know if Little Shu has any other identities?"


After hesitating repeatedly, Rong Duanpu asked his daughter softly.


Chapter 337: Drawing the Gun_3