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

Yang Ruijun seemed to take something out of her pocket, but her hand still appeared empty.


Then she bent her fingers and lightly grasped something in the air about a dozen centimeters from her face, and gently flipped her wrist, as if painting something.


At first, Shu Guan didn't understand what was happening, but he quickly caught on.


Yang Ruijun had taken out her invisible "pen" and was drawing on her face with it.


The next moment, something even more surprising happened.


Yang Ruijun's appearance began to change slowly, and soon she had turned into a completely different person.


Of course, she was still an exceptionally beautiful young woman.


Although Yang Ruijun was already a very beautiful woman, some of her facial features were imperfect. For example, her nose wasn't very straight, and her eyes were slightly too narrow.


But now, all those imperfections on her face had transformed into a flawless, perfect beauty.


Chapter 35 Beiming No. 2