The iron door is locked, all the children are ready to go, like fierce beasts competing for a feast, the empty and cold-blooded eyes emit blue light, the guards outside the door will throw the few steamed buns from the iron window, the steamed buns fall, all the children stretch out their fangs and pounce on all sides, the steamed buns are stained with blood, and the daily food war is held as usual.

Zhen Yue in the corner looked at her coldly, but her eyes were already wet, her stomach was already painful due to hunger, and the whiplashes on her body were smelling fishy one after another.

The two fighting boys fell beside her, she didn't move, just looked indifferently, she no longer had the first persuasion and kindness, and the knife wounds were teaching her not to meddle.

One of the boys had fierce eyes, and his exposed black hands pinched the neck of the boy under him, and in less than a moment, the boy under him stared at his pupils and his limbs stiffened, and the living boy pulled out the steamed bun that he had not had time to swallow in his mouth, and swallowed it like lightning, like an ambushed beast to prevent others from snatching it.

She gritted her teeth and turned sideways with tears in her eyes, unable to look again, or she would have completely collapsed.

"Grab some!"

The sound of a mosquito in her ears came, Qiu Sheng was next to the frightened Zhen Yue, she was shocked, she let down her guard when she saw it, she held the steamed bun he stole tightly in her hand, only to see a few scratches on the boy's neck, and a few footprints on the broken shirt, this steamed bun was just taken by him to take the risk, and in addition to gratitude, there was more pain in his heart.

"I'm blocking you, you eat quickly, otherwise you will be dragged to the sand kiln tomorrow."

She hadn't eaten for two days, and if she didn't replenish her strength, she would fall down in less than a day, she was vigilant around, shrunk behind Qiu Sheng's broad spine, swallowed tears and gritted her teeth and swallowed half a fist-sized steamed bun, which was covered with dust, dots of blood, swallowed in her mouth, it was as bitter as rust.

Squeak, the heavy iron door was pushed open, the warm midday sun shot in, the blood in the room still lingered, and the expressionless guards dragged the corpses out of the room and headed towards the cold sand kiln not far away.

Next, there is a rare break.

Tired teenagers will gather together, looking at the golden and brilliant Qilin Hall of Yulong Mountain through the thick city wall, where there is a god residence that dominates their fate, as long as they cut thorns and step on layers of corpses, go out from here, fine wine and fresh cheese, brocade clothes and mansions, beautiful girls, everything, extremely prosperous and beautiful paradise on earth.

This is the only dream that sustains them, the only hope in the tempering of blood and pain, and the cold and hard beds, the rough food, and the animal-like drive in reality seem to be forgotten in this conjecture.

She swallowed the growing rust in her mouth and closed her eyes heavily.

"If you go on like this, you'll die!" Qiu Sheng looked at the bloodstains on her back and said coldly.

At some point, he sat beside her, and she heard that her body had shrunk even smaller, like an overly frightened kitten, and she didn't know that the whiplash on her back had reached her bones.

Qiu Sheng said sarcastically: "You once said that you would die behind me, look at your whip wound, there is nowhere to accommodate it, even the basic food grabbing is afraid to move forward, you will starve to death if you don't die under the whip!" ”

"I'm not going to die! I will live......" she muttered as she stared at her dark pupils, she couldn't die, how could she be willing to die after going through so much!

The cruel whistle shattered the boys' assumptions.

"Assemble!" The fierce trainer whipped up, swept past the neatly lined up teenagers one by one, and said solemnly: "You stand here! It shows that you have the ability to live! As long as you persevere, you will be able to enter the Qilin Fang and become a sharp blade that will make the world fearful! In three months, you will be in a life-and-death battle for the first time! From now on you are not friends! It's the enemy! ”

The moonlight is like water, and the clear light is everywhere.

The rich fragrance covered the ubiquitous smell of blood, and then the sound of the piano rang out, and the beautiful sound passed through the dark red wall to the ears of the dark, vigilant and wide-eyed boy.

At night, it is the paradise of the Rouge Palace.

The scattered lewd laughter can't hide the concentration camp with the dark tide surging, and the Mei Rouge Palace is separated by a wall from the concentration camp, which is a place to train nine charms, and the beauties collected from all over the world teach them the means of capturing men from an early age, so that men fall into the ultimate stun, and then cruelly take their lives.

Day and night, the heavy concentration camps fall asleep in the laughter of extravagance and decay, and the teenagers will yearn for the day when they will taste the charm of the enchantment.

Tonight, however, the teenagers are on alert and ready to go.

Zhen Yue was lying in the far corner of the dark bedroom, her whole body was stiff, trembling, the night could not cover her frightened eyes, and it was Qiu Sheng who was on guard against her back, if it weren't for his warm body temperature constantly passing to her, she might not have been able to suppress the fear in her heart for a long time.

"Poof", the sound of cutting throats is infinitely amplified in the room where the needles can be heard, the blood quickly soaked the smelly quilt, the dark and damp lounge, there are about thirty people lying down, the night is their best weapon, and there is another careless child who was assassinated in a deep sleep, only when the opponents are reduced one by one, can there be a chance of survival in the battle.

She breathed a breath, her whole body was covered in cold sweat, she bit her fingers hard, and her sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

"You sleep, I'll defend you and replace you tomorrow." Qiu Sheng whispered behind her.

The moonlight shone through the iron bars on his thin body, and he couldn't see his face clearly in the backlight, but there was a persuasive magic in his body.

Qiu Sheng saw that she was silent, paused, and said, "You don't believe me? Afraid I'll kill you while you're asleep? ”

In this cruel and dirty world, trust is the least worth mentioning, although they have been closer than strangers along the way, but not to the point of giving their lives to each other, she is grateful for his occasional help, but the betrayal of the past life and the killing of this life, she does not know if she can still give the broken trust.

She was silent, looking at his figure under the moon, she suddenly had an urge to cry, if he wanted to kill her, he would not have rescued her as early as Didu, but she didn't expect that just three months of concentration camp training would make her who adhered to modern ideas gradually become indifferent, she couldn't become a cold killer, that would only be a catastrophe.

I don't know how long it took, she exhaled in relief, and said in a hoarse voice: "If I don't even trust you, then what do I have left?" I believe in you. After speaking, she lowered her heavy eyelids and fell into a deep sleep, a simple sentence, but it was a difficult step for her to take a hundred turns.

The boy's body trembled slightly at night, his dark pupils turned over the river, and his heart trembled when he looked at her unguarded face.

In the following night, Zhen Yue and Qiu Sheng supported each other, exchanged vigils, and spent every night of killing and ambush with sympathy; And they always maintain a middle and lower level in the training team, the swaggering people are always the target of everyone's assassination, they must learn to hide if they want to live, Qiu Sheng is thoughtful, and he is even more hidden, he always has the ability to make people ignore his existence, silently.

Three months is not long, but it is not short.

When 200 people entered the concentration camp, now only 150 people remain, and the grim-faced teenagers stand in front of countless giant cages, each with a different number symbol on the top, the scorching sunlight refracted on the numbers, but emitting a faint cold light, making people feel that the temperature of the midday sun has been lost, and the breeze rolls up their torn hemp trouser legs, revealing the whiplash left over from the Taoist time.

The teenagers were whipped into two teams by the training officer, one team went into the giant cage of the secluded forest, and the other team remained outside the cage.

"The rest of the people come and draw lots, and the corresponding cage will go in to play, and only one of the two will come out alive!" The trainer holds the life and death slip that carries their fate.