Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With

After coming out of Wanjia, Shen Lingxi returned to the rented room in the small county to rest.

In order to save money, the room is very small and shabby. As soon as the wind blows, the glass windows squeak a few times. If there are people living around, people will believe it is a haunted house.

But this kind of house was rented to her only because the landlord looked at her pitifully.

Because Shen Lingxi was too young when she got lost, she couldn't remember anything except her name, and Wan Dapeng didn't give her an adoption certificate, so she is now a black household without an ID card.

What's even more tragic is that there are only two hundred yuan left in her wallet. Although the consumption in the small county is not high, the two hundred yuan is really stretched.

It was late at night, and the sky started to rain again.

It is obviously summer, but it seems to be in the rainy season. It has been raining for a long time and there is no sign of stopping.

Shen Lingxi took an umbrella and went out to find something to eat. People in small places went to bed early. Just after ten o'clock, there were not many shops on the street.

The uncontrollable raindrops kept fluttering, quickly wet her shoulders, and it was chilly.

"Go up! Don't be shy!"

"Yes, fuck him!"

"Oh, what are you doing, you can miss such a good opportunity."

An exclamation came from the dark Internet cafe with the lights still on. Shen Lingxi took a look outside, took her umbrella and walked inside.

The Internet cafe is not big, and the windows are not open. The strong smell of smoke circulates in the small space, and the smell is very choking.

"Tonight the venue is packed, go online and go to another place."

The webmaster who was sitting at the bar took a sip of instant noodles, and the thick glasses that looked at the bottom of the beer were instantly covered with white mist, looking a bit like Salted Egg Superman.

Shen Lingxi glanced at the paper sign written with watercolor pen: Gun King Contest.

The strong second-year atmosphere floated in, but it was normal. Looking there, they were all junior and high school students in school uniforms.

"Is it okay to watch the game?" Shen Lingxi asked.

The webmaster didn't even lift his head, he was very serious about eating noodles: "Okay, let's see for yourself."

When Shen Lingxi stepped forward, he saw a child who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, ravaged the mouse and keyboard with gnashing teeth. Those who didn't know it thought that there was some kind of hatred between them.

"Run, run, there's someone downstairs!"

That's too late.

Sure enough, the next second the game character controlled by the child was shot in the head, and the game was over.

"Fuck, grandson turtle is very yin."

As soon as the child turned his head, he saw Shen Lingxi standing behind her: "Participating in the competition, our game is not over yet, you probably have to wait for the next one."

Tonight, they are organizing the PUBG Mobile Championship in the Internet cafe. The single-row SOLO will see who wins the last and takes the most heads. It is so simple and rude that there is no way to have a more direct competition.

Shen Lingxi raised her eyebrows: "You guys come here to fight for the gun king without sleeping at night?"

The child loosened his wrist: "Can't you? The gun king is an honor, and there are bonuses, why don't you come."

Originally, Shen Lingxi was planning to join in the fun and see what was going on so late, but he didn't expect it to be a prize-winning game.

"How much is the bonus?" Shen Lingxi asked.

The child looked at her suspiciously: "The first hundred in the trials, the first five hundred in the finals, the second three hundred, and the third hundred."

Shen Lingxi: "How to participate in the competition, I think the honor of the gun king is very suitable for me."

The corner of the child's mouth twitched: "..." You are interested in money!