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

Qin Yue didn't care where they were and hastily ushered the three onto the Ferrari. He then stepped on the accelerator, and amid Ye Ling's bewildered shrieks, the car raced forward.


Yet bizarreness ensued; even though they drove forward, a quick glance back revealed they had returned to their original spot.


Qin Yue broke into a cold sweat, even Qin Yinyu's complexion turned pale from fright.


"I'm fine, just feeling a bit, nauseous."


Having never ridden in a car before, Ye Ling covered her mouth, her face ashen.


Ye Ling wasn't too scared; she had mentally prepared for death and had even come to accept the fact that she was dead.


"Could you please get on the boat quickly? I've been waiting for a very long time."


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