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

Disappointment quickly flashed across Yang Ruijun's eyes.


Shu Guan picked up an ancient bronze coin and threw it on the turtle shell.


Then he sighed and said to Yang Ruijun:


"Miss Yang, I'm sorry, but you will still be scolded by your parents today, because you will go and buy clothes on your way home, and arrive half an hour late."


Yang Ruijun was slightly stunned, then giggled and walked out of the door.


A crisp laughter came from outside the door.


If this happened in his previous life, he would never have rejected a beautiful, gentle, and kind-hearted girl like Yang Ruijun who had already given him such obvious hints.


However, in this life, he had already met Rong Miao first.


Moreover, he bore too many responsibilities on his shoulders, and really didn't have the mood for it.


After that, he stood up, closed the main door of Zouma Hall, and turned to walk upstairs.


Chapter 18: Han Biao's Anger_3