The moon was overcast, the cold wind was howling, and a quaint mansion stood above the vast white snow.

In front of the gate, there are two majestic stone lions, which add an ancient atmosphere to the entire mansion. Inside the chamber, the lights were gloomy, and a bronze chair was placed on the main seat, and the chair was empty. An old man dressed as a butler stood beside the bronze seat with his hands down, his face was fair, his fingers were thin, and he was wearing a standard butler's clothes, and the butler's figure was slightly biased towards the bronze seat, showing his respect for the owner of the seat.

Dozens of guards stood around the inner hall of the council hall, each wearing standard armor and holding a long sword, with expressionless faces. Hundreds of teenagers in their teens gathered in the center of the chamber, most of them dressed in luxurious clothes, sitting on the ground in groups and whispering, looking terrified.

Luo Qian gently stroked the forehead of the younger brother in his arms, it was a little hot, the younger brother had been feverish, and the clothes of the two people together could not make up a complete set, and the two of them in ragged clothes looked very dazzling among the young people.

Luo Qian took off his shirt, revealing his skinny body, and wanted to wrap his shirt around his younger brother, but after looking through it a few times, he found that the shirt was torn and he couldn't tell the end of the head, so he could only reluctantly twist the clothes into a strand and wrap them around his brother's neck, which might be warmer than wearing them.

The housekeeper in the hall coughed lightly, this sound exuded an inexplicable majesty, and the teenagers in the field looked up at the housekeeper one after another, and the guards around them also raised their chests higher.

The housekeeper nodded slightly, and said, "Presumably, before each room sent you here, the purpose of this was clearly explained, and the old slave didn't say more." The matter of the Shura Gate is not a trivial matter for the Zheng family, if you can help Young Master Yan kill the Shura Gate, then the clan behind you will also benefit immensely. ”

The butler took out a silver tray with hundreds of wax pills the size of his thumb. Steward Zheng pointed to the wax pill in his hand and continued: "I have two hundred projectiles in my hand, each of you will choose one of them, and the person who gets the golden pill will follow the young master to fight the Shura Gate, and from then on shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the young master." ”

After the butler finished speaking, he handed the silver plate to the guards on the side, and the guards took the silver plate and distributed the wax pills to the young people in the hall.

Luo Qian hurriedly shook the younger brother in his arms, the younger brother was still unconscious, the guard walked to Luo Qian's side with a silver plate, Luo Qian looked at the unconscious younger brother and had to reach out and grab two wax pills and stuff one in his brother's hand, fortunately, the guard did not blame Luo Qian's behavior.

The housekeeper suddenly said, "Who sent these two?" Stretched out his hand and pointed at Luo Qian and the two. The guard replied respectfully, "It was sent by the eighth room." The butler just nodded, unable to see any expression.

After the guards walked for a week, each teenager got a wax pill in his hand. The housekeeper spoke: "Open the wax pill, life and death, wealth and wealth, and each has a destiny!" The sound was majestic, and the voice echoed through the hall.

Luo Qian opened his wax pill and rubbed it by himself, but it was empty. You opened the wax pill in his brother's hand and rubbed it hard, and a pearl-sized gold pill rolled out of the wax skin. Luo Qian was happy in his heart, and now his younger brother will not have to worry about food and clothing in the future. Three years ago, bandits attacked Luo Qian's village, and the entire village was reduced to a sea of blood, and his parents also died under the bandits' knives. The two brothers escaped by hiding in the kang cave, but all their relatives died, and the brothers had no choice but to beg on the streets to make a living. In the past three years, the two brothers can be said to have tasted the hardships of the world, and learned to be resilient in tears and blood.

Three days ago, a heavy snowfall fell from the sky, and it fell all day until it reached the knees. The sparsely populated town in the middle of nowhere, with heavy snow blocking the roads and few people on the streets, the brothers were forced to hide under the eaves of a closed shop, starving or freezing to death. Perhaps it was the road of the heavens, where a troop of cavalry sailed through the streets of the town and took away two little beggars that no one cared about.

Luo Qian and his younger brother curled up in the carriage, although the carriage was a little cold, but it was like heaven compared to the cold outside. I don't know how far I went, Luo Qian only remembered that the carriage had been bumpy all night, and it was only brought here at dawn.

For the two wandering beggars, being able to become the young master's subordinates has relied on food, clothing, shelter and transportation since then, which is simply the favor of God. Luo Qian put the little gold pill back in his brother's hands, for fear of being taken away by others. The younger brother didn't know what was going on in the coma, Luo Qian grabbed his younger brother's hand hard, and was bound to help his younger brother keep this sudden wealth, although being a subordinate was not rich in the eyes of others.

Luo Qian looked around vigilantly, and found that the teenagers around him were also figuring out the wax pill in his hand, and not far from him, a young man who was slightly older than him couldn't help but cry when he looked at the little golden pill in his hand, and his cry seemed to be filled with despair. Luo Qian was a little puzzled, is there anything wrong with being a descendant of a big family? He observed a few more teenagers, and most of the teenagers who got the golden pill behaved like this, as if this was the golden pill turned into a poison that demanded their lives.

Luo Qian noticed that these teenagers were all gorgeously dressed, thinking that they were born in a wealthy family and didn't want to be a current person, so he thought so in his heart, gently put down the younger brother in his arms, slowly moved to the side of the painful boy, and reached out to poke the boy's arm. The boy didn't pay attention to it, and continued to cry, Luo Qian dragged the boy's arm, and the boy shook his arm and knocked Luo Qian's hand down, and turned his head to look at Luo Qian, with a fierce expression. Luo Qian took out his hollow wax pill, and pointed to the golden pill in the boy's hand, signaling to exchange it with him.

The boy was overjoyed, and reached out to hand out the little gold pill and Luo Qian to exchange. Luo Qian only felt a silver light cross, a stream of blood splashed on his face, his eyes passed through the blood in his eyes, and he saw a delicate arm slashing through the air and falling on the ground not far away, bleeding outward. The boy screamed and rolled to the ground as he clutched his shoulder-length wound and wailed in pain.

Beside Luo Qian, a guard said lightly: "Life and death have a fate, and each has a destiny!" The guards put the knife into the sheath, and the blade slashed over Luo Qian's head with a chill, and Luo Qian quickly shrank his neck and crawled back to his younger brother, hugging his younger brother on the ground and protecting him in his arms.

Fortunately, the guards did not embarrass Luo Qian, and the boy who was rolling on the ground in pain walked out of the hall. The boy's voice gradually disappeared, and Luo Qian was shocked and trembled. Wandering on the streets, although I have seen a lot of fights and brawls, and I have seen a lot of things like blood, but such a sudden knife cutting off his arm, without a trace of pity or emotion, is like a cold-blooded machine, which really makes Luo Qiansheng unable to resist at all.

There was a constant sound of crying around, Luo Qian observed carefully, and found that the cries were all made by the young man who got the little gold pill, and he was still happy for his younger brother at the last moment, and felt that things didn't seem to be as he thought, and it seemed that it was not a good thing to be a young master's subordinate.

Luo Qian thought about it in his heart, and looked at his younger brother who had a high fever that did not go away, and had some mixed feelings. Having made up his mind, Luo Qian slowly removed the torn clothes from his brother's neck, gently unfolded them and covered his younger brother's body, and took the small gold pill in his brother's hand under the ragged clothes while the surrounding guards were not paying attention, and put his own hollow wax pill into his brother's hand. It's a trick he learned from street thieves, using his clothes as cover in the crowd to quietly take down other people's money bags. But these did not escape the eyes of the guards, and a chill came from the back of his neck, and a blade had already pressed against the back of his neck. Luo Qian was suddenly frightened, thinking of the cold-blooded knife just now, he seemed to have felt that his head had been cut off and flying in the air.

However, the knife did not cut off, and the guard used the back of the knife to flick the younger brother who was lying in Luo Qian's arms. The younger brother's face was pale and weak, and he was still in a coma and did not react when he was held to the knife. The guard looked at the half-dead boy, frowned slightly, and then put the knife back into its sheath without saying much.

Luo Qian heard the sound of returning to the sheath, and knew that he had picked up a small life and came back, so he hurriedly buried his head and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the guard would regret it and come to take his life again.

The butler's voice echoed in the council hall again: "Those who got the golden pill, come to the front." "The voice is not loud, but it exudes inviolable majesty. Luo Qian put down the younger brother in his arms, got up slowly, and walked to the bronze chair with the other teenagers who got the golden pill, standing in the group of teenagers and not daring to raise his head.

The young men standing in front of the bronze chairs were still crying, but the butler ignored these and slowly walked forward: "Okay, okay, take the golden pill in your hands, from now on this is a symbol of your identity, become the young master's subordinates, you must do your best to do things for the young master, if anyone does not listen to the young master's discipline, it will be the clan behind you who suffers." A group of teenagers were frightened, and the crisp sound of the butler's heels colliding with the floor echoed through the council chamber like a death knell.

As soon as the butler gave the order, the surrounding guards quickly surrounded him, and each grabbed a teenager and walked out in line. Luo Qian only felt a strong grip on his shoulder, and he was lifted in the air. After struggling for a moment, he found it useless, and the strength of the guard's hand clung to him like a pincer.

Looking back, my younger brother was lying alone on the floor, silently reciting in his heart: "Wait for me!" ”