Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother - Chapter 1292 - 370: Endlessly Provoking Li Jinfeng, On the Verge of Collapse!

The Celestial Express is a train that goes from one galaxy to the next, picking up passengers along the way.Its Navigator, the one who drives it through the stars, is a god who can grant those passengers wishes.Jax arrives on the Celestial Express with no memories but a single wish—to save someone. After learning what the Navigator is capable of, he decides to go find him.To find the Navigator, he must go through TEN different Carriages, all of which contain a world of their own.And, he must do it with a restriction called Single Spell Sorcerer.

Heed my call! O’ Dragon of Eternal Sin, the Progressive Disaster, the Forerunner, the Land of Eternal Peace, the Flames of Soul Burning, He Who Owns The Deep Soul, the Sound of Origin, the First Cause of All Things, the Principle of Circles… o’ great Negary, your servant calls for your return!

Lu Mingshu had never believed in fate.

She hadn’t believed in it when her father had remarried and caused her family to break into pieces, nor had she believed in it when she’d been thrown into a valley to perish.

She hadn’t believed in it when she didn’t have any resources to cultivate with, nor had she believed in it when she’d been condemned by everyone.

She climbed up little by little from dust, while her reign soared into the sky, which caused the world to look on in fear!

If justice doesn’t come, I’ll personally obtain it.

If fate disregards me, I‘ll open up a way to survive.

No matter what fate throws at me, I will surely become a phoenix!

“What a ruthless woman. I’m willing to risk my life and limbs for you, willing to be calculative for you – I’m even willing to be an enemy of the entire world for you. Aren’t you moved even a little?”

“That’s right, since I‘m such a ruthless woman, what exactly is it that you like about me?”

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