Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

But, indeed, they didn't know what a miracle was.


"Then you might as well regard me as a god."


Bailuo didn't consider himself a god, but he didn't mind if others worshipped him as such.


Bailuo found a chair and sat down casually, "An opportunity to rise above the common lot."


Bailuo was aware of these merchants' small tricks, but he didn't dislike them.


On the contrary, Bailuo needed such people: "First, let me ask you, is there anything in particular you want?"


Bailuo said, "I can tell you in advance, whatever you think, I know it, so don't ever lie to me."


The very important reason why Bailuo didn't eradicate Handlebar Mustache was that his heart was not dirty; what he said matched what he thought in his heart.


If he was the kind of person who had one face in public and another in private.


Even if they were a pawn, he would still choose a better one, right?


Chapter 156 Insulting You is Insulting Our Yatun! (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2