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

The shadow in the corner slowly lifted its head.


In the dim light of the cigarette butt, Ouyang Hai's handsome face appeared deathly pale, devoid of any trace of color, his eyes deep and cold like two will-o'-the-wisps. At this moment, Ouyang Hai, squatting in the corner and smoking, gave Shu Guan the impression of an injured beast.


His body was filled with emotions of pain and anger, as well as a palpable sense of dangerous that set one's heart racing.


Shu Guan had never seen Ouyang Hai like this before.


The always languid and calm young man, why had he become like this now?


After heaving a sigh of relief, Shu Guan fell silent for a moment, then walked over to Ouyang Hai, squatted down beside him, and took out his own 36 Brand Cigarette.


Shu Guan gestured towards the Zouma Hall a few steps away and asked Ouyang Hai.


"I don't want anyone to know I'm still alive, including that half-human, half-ghost uncle of yours."


Chapter 106: A Tank