When he woke up, Ye He became a skinny six-year-old beggar in Wuhundian Orphanage.
A hungry stomach and a leaky roof told her: "Hold on to the strength or rot in the mud."
When the "Frost Ember Dragon Spine Spear" tore the flesh and blood from her palm and awakened——
The blue ice front cracked the morning light, and the dark golden flames burned through the dusk. The tip of the spear pointed at the cemetery laid out by the Wuhun Palace for the five hundred "geniuses".
"Only three people from the golden generation will be selected. The living ones will be promoted, and the corpses will pave the way."
The rules coming from the shadow of the Papal Palace turned the cries of children into the sound of sharpening knives in the middle of the night.
Ye He once only wanted to have a full meal, but he tasted the fishy sweetness of his brain during the fight.
She dragged the ice and fire spear and stepped over three hundred corpses. The blood and ice condensed on the spear's tassel were burned into gray smoke by the flames.
"Congratulations, you are now a new generation of 'Temple Gunslinger'."
The big man on the high seat smiled and nodded, but he couldn't see the frozen magma in her eyes——
> It turns out that the so-called divine power is just refining orphans into swords;
> It turns out that the so-called destiny is full of injustice from birth!
When the cold spear pierced the heart of the last competitor, Ye He had an epiphany in the pool of blood:
In this world of cannibalism, if you want to protect a piece of bread, you have to overturn the dining table first!
"If rules are destined to crush mortals..."
She used the tip of her spear to split the golden brick floor of Wuhun Palace, and the ice and fire annihilated the corners of the statues.
"... I will reshape the rules."
"If the divine power eats people, I will kill the gods and nourish the people!"
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