This is a story about a bonfire.

I have been writing until now, but I have reached one million.

The flying fingers were beating, and the keyboard sound was like a melodious piano piece, playing my own music, blood was burning and passion was flying.

It seems like walking in a snowy field. When I look back, I am a series of clear footprints behind me. From confirming the title of the book, uploading the first chapter, clicking the first recommendation, collecting the first reward...

The past is vivid in my mind, and when I look back, I feel a little bit of emotion in my heart.

This book is my hard work. It seems like a bonfire lit on a cold snowy night, warming my heart and illuminating my way forward.

If this book is a bonfire, then...my editor, Qilin Boss, is the one who gave me the fire.

The story of Qianlima and Bole is well known.

Without Bo Le's appreciation, even if he has the ability to travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a night, he can only be trapped between the carriage and curled up in the stables, and has no chance to gallop across the battlefield and spread the world.

However, my editor Qilin is not only a Bole, but also a teacher.

I am an old pussy. When you click on my author's name, you can see the long list of pussy books behind.

This book is built one by one with the personal instructions of the editor Qilin boss.

During this process, every time I give in, I feel like I am clearing the clouds and illuminating the blue sky, making me understand the key points of online writing.

This is the spark.

The fire is not a lit match, nor a bright candlelight, nor a burning torch, but a technique of drilling wood to make fire, and flint to make fire...

He was promoted to the crowd who were defeated, and simply to the end. He edited the Qilin for his kindness and virtue of his knowledge of his career, but he was grateful and crying, and he could not express his words.

If the editor Qilin gave me the fire, then... the reader gave me the firewood.

Every comment, every click, every collection, every recommendation, every monthly ticket, every reward...

They all added a handful of firewood to this bonfire, making the bonfire burn, and the more it burned, the more it became.

The flames are churning and burning.

The blood in my heart is also burning!

Pressing your hands on the keyboard, the "crackling" keyboard sounded again.

The exciting rhythm and the jumping notes are like horses galloping in the wilderness, like waves surging in the sea.

Looking up at the sky.

The kingdom of gods hangs high in the sky, the throne of platinum ranks at the peak, and the brilliant divine light shines on the heaven and earth.

I turned my head and looked at the bonfire beside me, took a deep breath, and clenched my fists tightly.

The fire is high when the hands pick up firewood.

One day, this bonfire can set off a prairie fire, sweep the earth, and illuminate the sky.

This is my dream.

I dream of one day, I can... ignite my divine fire, condense my divine nature, open up my kingdom, and hold up my throne!

The divine light surrounds the three thousand realms and shocks the heavens for ten thousand years!

More brilliant than the starry sky and more brilliant than the sun and the moon!

Everyone, please help me!

Every firewood you have, can make this bonfire burn more vigorously, more vigorously, and more intensely!
Chapter completed!