The Fated Embers

Dear book lovers, come and check in if you have nothing to do and help this book get out of the circle! Spaceship An Jing: Sir, times have changed! There are already spaceships and you are still using flying swords 🤫

Commander Yin Tian, ​​we love and respect you! (A burst of powerful music suddenly sounded! 🎶) What! That raccoon beat Commander Yintian to his knees, was he trying to... "Kougua, you don't want this kind of thing, I don't want to see it!"

I'll tie up the silver building for Anjing first, and then build whatever you want.

Why are they all written in words? It looks so tiring.

What a fast new book. The speed of opening a new book is such that Feng Yue shed tears and rolled on the floor after watching it. Tingri was so ashamed that she grabbed the ground with her head. In ancient times, it was the god in charge of new books in ancient Greece. In modern times, it is the protagonist of a large-scale suspense series that was praised by the five-star general MacArthur. It can also be regarded as the phantom god of new books like Fuqi Jugen. In contrast, some byd authors took three days off to write one chapter at a time, talking about the 8-point glory again, and then disappeared from the world after finishing writing. Now I understand, and I identified it as writing about the harem.

Since there are too many friends who read books very quickly recently, they may have some misunderstandings about the plot, such as [the protagonist also eats people], etc. It would be too troublesome to reply to each one, so I will say it here. My book review area generally does not delete posts or ban people. Those who have been permanently banned will also take screenshots and leave certificates. In the future, I will open a display building for everyone to see who has been permanently banned. The criteria for deleting posts are: wrong understanding of the plot, attacking the character work and me, the author, when the original text proves that this is not the case. I will reply to this. If the poster expresses understanding, he will delete it. If he does not reply, he will delete it the next day to avoid taking up space in the book review area. The criteria for banning are: swearing, personal attacks, being weird, turning into nonsense when there is an explanation, and avoiding the original text and continuing to attack when there is an original text. The bottom is for one week, the top is for eternity. I hope everyone can discuss it harmoniously. In this regard, if you want to attack the author Shuiwen, the author will not accept it, but I reserve the right to make complaints and do not make personal attacks. As for the plot criticism, I hope that my words are meaningful, and I just say "stupid plot, abandon it", then I can only delete it. I personally like to discuss the plot with my friends, but such posts cannot communicate. As for eternal banning, it is usually aimed at readers who are too weird, such as continuous personal attacks, continuous display of bad views, and a series of not-so-good behaviors. Don't worry about this, I will definitely take screenshots before banning forever. If there are brothers who have been banned forever, you really deserve it. I can't stand you. I'm afraid no one can tolerate you from the beginning! That's about it. I hope everyone can speak more calmly. I have many old book friends who will criticize some of my settings and plots. I am also constantly learning and improving. Everyone is different and has different ideas. I may not be right, but everyone may not be right either. Only harmonious discussions with each other can make a book better. Thank you all readers who are willing to discuss rationally. If you are not extreme, you will not slide down the road or turn into taking out the garbage!

Good guy, today is May 23rd. The last book review was on March 24th. The author deleted the book review for 2 months. Hahahaha, there is something wrong with the author's values. Can you stop everyone by deleting so much? 🤭🤭

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1 O'clock...

In the north, Xuanzhou and Xinjiang were sacrificed, and Mingshan City was run by private people. There was a large pot on the bonfire in the center of the camp, and unknown meat was cooked in it. The three or two refugees on the side looked at the meat in the pot eagerly, and at the same time, their vigilant eyes were always paying attention to the greedy eyes around them to prevent other similarly hungry Tianya fallen people from coming to fight for it. And in a dilapidated shack not far away, sat An Jing, a young man who had lost his mother not long ago and was in disrepair. Originally, An Jing's mother was a martial artist, and she had reached the realm of a warrior with a silky inner breath. Even in the current frost disaster, let alone coming and going freely, we should be able to live without worries. But I never thought that I would encounter bandits on the way. Even though his mother succeeded in killing a group of gangsters, her lungs were injured by the gangsters. But during the frost disaster, the weather was freezing, and there was no medicine or medical treatment. In the end, An Jing's mother died a few days ago. Although An Jing matured precociously, he was still a boy in his early eleven years after all. He suddenly experienced the pain of bereavement, and after a burst of sadness and crying, he became confused. The confused young man looked at the refugees in front of him in silence. He was so confused that he hadn't eaten for two or three days. Hungry, Anjing finally came to his senses and began to think about whether to go up and beg for something to eat. While he was hesitating, the loud sound of horse hooves and wheels suddenly came from the distance. I saw a team of horse-drawn carriages, carrying goods, heading this way. Some riders even failed to pull the reins and overturned the large pot in the center of the bonfire, knocking all the food into the bonfire - the firewood in the bonfire was splashed with soup, and even the flames were much smaller. The refugees dare not speak out when they are angry. Just because these riders are tall and strong, they look like warriors who have practiced martial arts. Even if they swarm up, they may not be able to defeat one of them. The leader of the riders did not care about the attitude of these refugees. His loud voice shouted directly to the entire refugee camp: "Listen, my master is compassionate and can't bear to see you and other victims waiting to die outside the city. He is willing to pay for your life and pay for your food, and take him as my servant." He paused, He left time for everyone to react and think, and then added, "As long as young people and girls meet the qualifications, each one is worth a meter." Hearing the words of the leading rider, the refugees were ready to move. Regardless of the children's cries, they stepped forward one after another to let the riders check their qualifications. In troubled times, you can't even protect yourself. If you let your children work as servants, you can at least make a living. An Jing watched this scene in silence. He has hands and feet, and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He can be regarded as a semi-martial artist, and he will not be reduced to the situation of being sold to others as a domestic servant. But now, his mother has passed away, and his father has not been heard from for many years. For a while, Anjing actually had no goals in life at all. I no longer have a home... Instead of thinking about how to find food in the frost disaster, it is better to accept the slightly condescending kindness of this group of people. Thinking of this, An Jing stepped forward to take the qualification test. With the strength of a semi-warrior like him, he naturally passed smoothly. Then, he and other children followed the motorcade. Halfway through the journey, Anjing smelled incense. Although he held on longer than the other children, he eventually passed out. When I woke up, I was already at Xuanming Village. An Jing started a series of intense training here. Although he sensed something was wrong and felt that it didn't look like the training method of a wealthy family, he took care of it as it came and took care of food and housing anyway. He began to get acquainted with the other children, gradually established friendships, and felt a little like home in Xuanming Village. A year passed like this. Finally, changes gradually occurred. The number of children who trained together began to decrease from time to time. When I asked the instructors, they just said that I would be transferred to another place. But Anjing discovered that the companions who disappeared were always those whose training progress was relatively lagging behind. It should have been eliminated, An Jing thought. None of his familiar friends were eliminated. Although An Jing was a little worried, he didn't take it to heart. Until one day, one of his friends also disappeared. Anjing tried to comfort herself at night, but she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He sneaked out of the dormitory, wanting to enjoy the night breeze, but found that the instructors who were usually on duty were nowhere to be found. He boldly walked to places he was not normally allowed to go, hoping to find traces of his friends. Finally, An Jing saw it. The names of the companions who disappeared in the past were all engraved in a large sealed water tank. Including the name of his friend who just disappeared today. An Jing was silent, opened the lid and took a look. Then, he silently returned to the dormitory, determined to take his friends and escape from Xuanming Village. Finally one day, Anjing found an opportunity and took his friends to try to escape from the back mountain. But I never thought that this was just a flaw intentionally exposed by Xuanmingzhuang to lure the snake out of its hole. In the back mountain, there is actually a deputy village owner who is personally guarding the place. Even if An Jing and others are already good at practicing the exercises, how can they be the opponent of the deputy village master? Under the full force of the deputy village owner, An Jing's friends were all shot to death. An Jing, who was the strongest, was not killed on the spot, but was knocked off the cliff. An Jing thought he was going to die. But when he woke up from a coma, he found that he was hanging on a large tree that grew diagonally on the cliff. He did not fall to the bottom of the cliff and was lucky enough to save his life. He climbed out of the deep valley cliff in embarrassment, escaped from Xuanming Village, and regained his freedom. "Xuanmingzhuang, the Demon Sect of Heaven's Will. If you survive today's disaster, you will be rewarded generously in the future!" An Jing swore secretly in his heart. But what An Jing didn't know was that the deputy owner of Xuanming Village did this intentionally because he fell off the cliff but hung on a branch. At that time, the deputy village owner wanted to beat An Jing to death without discrimination. But in the water mirror on his body, a majestic voice suddenly came out: "Let him go, but you can't let him go to waste." The deputy village owner didn't know who the messenger was. But to be able to bypass the Western Patrol Envoy and command him directly, his status is at least higher than that of the Western Patrol Envoy. He is an absolute big shot in the sect. He cannot afford to offend this kind of person. The deputy owner hesitated for a moment, then secretly let An Jing go. Outside the West Sea, a figure is holding a dead wood fishing rod. Under its fishing line, there seemed to be thousands of stars. He looked towards the northern border of Beijixuanzhou and said with a smile: "Hey, destiny, it's time for such a great disaster. Let me see, how should you carry out your destiny?"