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

Given her upbringing, soda was all she knew to order.


As for Shu Guan, his gaze swept over the wine cabinets behind the bar, then casually stated:


If he had known what kinds of whiskey brands this world had, he would've asked specifically for one.


At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice, tinged with feminine allure, rang out from the other end of the bar.


The voice belonged to a woman dressed in a purple cheongsam.


Very few women dare to wear purple, not because of their looks, but because the color requires a certain body shape, maturity, and charm.


But the woman across the bar wore that purple cheongsam perfectly.


Chapter 37 Sir No. 7