When I entered the palace, I had new clothes to wear, steamed buns that I couldn't eat, and soft bedding and beds.

All this was as beautiful as Cen Yao imagined, but he didn't expect one thing.

The outside world is gray and dirty.

Here, however, is a hell of magnificence.

A total of one hundred and one children, after three years, only ten were allowed to remain.

These children were all poor children from all over the palace, and their families were poor, lacking food and clothing, and they could kill people and set fires for a bite to eat.

Jinyiwei promised them that as long as the last survivor survived, they could become the lord of Jinyiwei, serve the emperor, and lead ten thousand armies, under one person, above ten thousand.

People's desires are like thick ink dripping into clear water, which will continue to grow and diffuse.

One hundred and one children, some in order to survive, some in order to climb higher, they deceive each other, they kill each other.

There is no fixed ring for the selection of Jinyiwei, a fixed time, so that they are fully prepared to fight.

More than a hundred children were kept in the same enclosed yard and left to their side.

After a month, if the number remains the same, the Jinyi guard will send people in to arrest and execute, and they all have to be hidden, and whoever hides it badly, or the person who is caught confesses it, will all die.

In this way, three years later, there were really only ten people left in the huge courtyard.

These ten children can survive, and Jin Yiwei began to train them in real time.

That night, the children in their early teens were so excited that they stole wine and imagined what it would be like to be tall and red robes.

Cen Yao was cautious not to drink alcohol, but his brother, who had been born and died with him for three years, poured him a glass of wine.

This brother once saved his life, Cen Yao looked at him, and saw that everything was decided, and there was no need for any fighting and deception, everyone could live, so he drank the glass of wine.

In a drowsy state, he saw the knife hanging in front of him.

And when the blade flashed, the familiar faces.

Nine people stood opposite them, showing their green fangs one by one, and laughing freely.

"Cen Yao, if you don't die, none of us will have a bright future."

"Even if you hadn't been drinking, we'd have killed you tonight."

"Why show it? Isn't it okay for everyone to be mediocre like everybody? The captain of the guard likes you, and we don't have a chance. ”

That night, Cen Yao understood a truth.

One day standing in the dust, one day there will be lonely souls and wild ghosts, jackals, tigers and leopards pounce.

If you are only willing to live, there must be only one way to die.

If you want to really live, you must keep climbing up, even if your head is broken and bleeding, even if your body is broken, even if there is an abyss under you, he has to continue.

It was a long, long night......

Early the next morning, the captain of the guard brought in and opened the door of the courtyard.

The pungent smell of blood came to his face, and there was only one child standing in the courtyard, holding a rusty kitchen knife, covered in blood and covered with frost under his eyes.

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"If I die, will you really give me a cemetery for free?"

After learning about Cen Yao's life, Ding Bao asked dryly.

Baza Hei continued in a voice that did not rise or fall:

"Why do you rub your face so hard when you say something?"

"You'll find out later."

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