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

"What would you two like to drink? Coffee or tea?"


It's worth noting that when the young woman said the word coffee, she used Yingjili language, and there was a natural flash of pride on her face.


This is the unique accent of people from Shen City.


It's hard to say whether this accent is good or bad, just like Shen City itself, it's impossible to simply define it as either prosperous or decadent.


Shu Guan glanced at the packets of instant coffee and the yellowing tea leaves on the tea table, shaking his head lightly and said:


"No need, let's just talk about the house matter directly!"


The young woman hurriedly asked Shu Guan and Han Biao to sit down first, then went to the table, took out two thick books, and sat next to Shu Guan.


A pleasant fragrance of perfume, mixed with the unique natural scent of the young woman, inadvertently entered Shu Guan's nostrils.


Chapter 4 Living Like a Time Traveler_3