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

Therefore, both sides reached a temporary resolution.


Mu Yunji had her way out, and she also chose to respect her sister, but she hoped the other party would at least try to be worthy of her sister's affection.


Fengdu, on his part, did all he could, for Mu Yunji would no longer persecute or separate them.


However, face is something one must earn for oneself. To let Fengdu bear it all would make even Fairy Yunhua feel overly demanding.


What kind of friendship is this? Isn't it just being kept on the back burner?


Little did they know how aggrieved the Corpse Bride felt on the side, her cherished man actively pursuing another woman, and a married one at that.


The Corpse Bride, with a sorrow unspeakable: 'The man I love, I'll love to the end, even on my knees.'


Corpse Bride: You can like other women, but you can't stop me from liking you!


"What kind of third-rate romance novel is this?"


Chapter 420: Teach Me (Request for Monthly Votes)