I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Early the next morning.

Xiao Lan and Gu Shengan sat at the table for breakfast, but Zhao Fan did not show up for a long time.

Several people from the same society also came, and Du Yuhui saw the two of them, with a bad-hearted smile on his face: "How many friends do you still have? Why not come with you?"

Cheng Lang frowned and pulled down her sleeve.

Du Yuhui shook Cheng Lang's hand away: "What are you doing! I can't ask if I ask?"

She turned back and stared at Xiao Lan and Gu Shengan maliciously, saying "You are dead" with a lip, and the eyes are full of joy and pride.

Xiao Lan understood that this person is the kind of guy who can make waves without the wind. If she can make others uncomfortable, she will feel comfortable. In short, it is-lack of social beating.

Xiao Lan grabbed the chopsticks next to it and threw it towards Du Yuhui.

Du Yuhui only felt a cool breeze flying over his cheeks, and then with a beep, something hit the wall. She turned back stiffly and saw a chopstick, plunging firmly into the wall.

She looks pale, what is this guy? Martial art master or genetic variation?

Xiao Lan looked at her: "Miss Du can't learn to speak human words, I can teach you."

Du Yuhui didn't dare to let a fart go, and walked away with a stiff face under the pull of Cheng Lang.

At this time, Zhao Fan walked in from the outside. He was soaked and radiating heat, as if he had fallen into a hot spring pool. He did not go to take the meal, just stood in the middle of the restaurant.

Zhao Fan lowered his head and said stiffly: "Tonight... no one... don't think... leave..."

The sound was flat and hoarse, without the slightest breath of life, and everyone heard that the back was cold. The restaurant was extremely quiet for a while, and everyone even relaxed.

After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he took a stiff step and turned to go out the door.

"She... really won't find us anymore?" Fu Wenbo asked quietly.

"Why, trust me?" Zhang Jie said dissatisfiedly.

Fu Wenbo proclaimed: "No, no."

"Relax, it must not be our accident tonight." Zhang Jie whispered, glanced at Xiao Lan with fear, and left quickly. She was not as stupid as Du Yuhui and dare to step forward to challenge.

After seeing several people leave.

Gu Shengan asked Xiao Lan sadly: "Brother Xiao, what shall we do next? It sounds like the last day tonight."

Xiao Lan: "Go to Zhang Jie, and since Gu Mo will find us the hands and feet she made, we will solve it from her."

However, things were more troublesome than expected. Xiao Lan found that the five people were staying together at any time. They immediately entered the room on the second floor after eating, and then never left.

Although it is not impossible to make a direct breakthrough... Xiao Lan does not know what the magic weapon is, and cannot kill npc, then as long as this group of people has not slackened their time tonight, Xiao Lan and Gu Shengan will It's cold.

Throughout the day, Xiao Lan hid on the balcony of the next room to monitor the movement of the five people.

Until the evening, he determined what was wrong. Although Zhang Jie did not let other people know the appearance of the magic weapon, nor did she tell the location of the magic weapon, she must have brought such important things with her.

Xiao Lan found that she was pretending to be holding a pillow and watching TV this day, but her hands had never left that pillow, and she squeezed her hands from time to time, as if confirming what was inside.

There are eight or nine magic instruments in there.

Xiao Lan looked at Gu Shengan who was bored and anxious next to him, and finally began to pick his nails. Thinking about the **** combat power that he couldn't even open the door, gave up the unrealistic idea of ​​letting this guy cooperate, he turned to Luo: "Help me get a little bit of movement, it is best to attract them."

Because of the presence of others, Luo was inconvenient to speak. The black cat that had been sitting on the table just nodded and turned out of the room, still opening the door by himself.

Gu Shengan was shocked: "Where are you black cats, so powerful, will not be rare props."

Xiao Lan recalled the process of meeting with Luo: "Well...it was sent when the supermarket was dealing with unsalable goods."

Gu Shengan thought he was in an active atmosphere: "Haha, you are really humorous."

Looking at his obviously disbelieving expression, Xiao Lan shook his head.

This year, no one believed the truth.

After a moment.

A thick black smoke spread from the corridor and poured into the room of five people. Even the smoke alarm was alarmed, and the water splashed out, and several people jumped.

"what's the situation?"

"It's on fire!! It's all smoke outside!!!"

"Let's... run?"

"Run anything! Don't panic, this smoke is too coincident. Go out a few people to see the situation, Zhang Jie and Teacher Yang stay, and the rest follow me to see."

After Cheng Lang finished speaking, he took Fu Wenbo and Du Yuhui out, leaving Yang Degao and Zhang Jie uneasy to wait in the room.

Yang Degao looked anxiously in the direction of the door. He was old, and his old arms and legs didn't want to run. He thought of the young man last night, and his heart was even more disturbed. He did not expect that his virtue had been weighted for most of his life, and he was so caught by the head when he came to the head. They don’t want to do anything with the magic weapon?

Suddenly, Zhang Jie, who was not far away from him, fell down.

Yang Degao was shocked and turned his head to say that Cao Cao had arrived.

Oh shit! why is it you again!

Xiao Lan smiled kindly: "Teacher Yang, once you are born and you are familiar with each other, are we going to politely or just go through the process?"

Yang Degao stepped back two steps: "You, what do you want to do? I have told you all I know!"

I saw that the youth in front of me stretched his hand and took the pillow from Zhang Jie's arms, and yanked it away violently, and took out a large slap-like **** statue. breath.

Yang Degao instantly understood what it was, and he shouted: "You can't do this! You will kill me!!"

Xiao Lan reached out his hand and quickly covered his mouth: "Hush-Teacher Yang, did you forget, who is hurting who?"

Yang Degao was stiff, but his desire to survive still prevailed. He couldn't let this man take the magic weapon away. Without the magic weapon, they... they would all die.

He thought of Gu Mo's head that was unable to droop when he died, his pale complexion, and the **** smell that was so disgusting when he disintegrated his body.

"You--" Yang Degao's words did not fall, and Xiao Lan had stunned him with a polite hand knife.

Then, Xiao Lan simply carried Zhang Jie out of the window.

Just leave a miserable scene where he was robbed.

Xiao Lan and Gu Shengan ran to the hot spring area and entered the dressing room.

They didn't choose to go back to their room. It would be very troublesome if they were entangled by that group of people.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, it is now not far from night.

Xiao Lan put the idol on the table, and Gu Shengan tried to wake Zhang Jie.

Gu Shengan made a ferocious expression: "Hurry up! How to unleash the magic weapon!"

Zhang Jie was still a little embarrassed and was taken aback by Gu Shengan, but when she saw the person in front of him and the **** on the table, her expression changed and she was silent.

Gu Shengan intimidated her several more times, but Zhang Jie just stared at him, still not talking.

"Damn it!" Gu Shengan was a little irritable. "You can say it! Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Zhang Jie smiled disdainfully: "I will die when I say it, not to say you die, even if you kill me, you still have to die, why should I say?"

Gu Shengan was angry and was about to yell at him, but Xiao Lan stopped him: "Forget it, I didn't expect her to be honest, and the take away was just to prevent her from coming out of moths. You are optimistic about her."

Xiao Lan picked up the idol and shot it directly toward the wall. The force was so great that a big pit appeared directly on the wall. The wall fell down to reveal the brick wall inside, but the idol was not hurt at all.

With a smile, the idol seems to mock the powerlessness of mortals.

Zhang Jie laughed at the sight: "This is a magical instrument made by the master himself. It is chanting the scriptures every day. That is something you can smash casually. Don't bother. Hahahaha."

Xiao Lan raised a brow: "Luo, let her shut up."

The black cat coming and going didn't know where to find an old rag and directly clawed into Zhang Jie's mouth. The smell of the age was so stinky that Zhang Jie was sick.

Gu Shengan gave a compliment in his heart.

The remnant sun at the edge of the sky finally receded the last trace of vitality, and the gloomy darkness contaminated the sky.

"Tick--"

"Tick--"

The sound of water sounded out of the air in the locker room, faster than any previous time. This is the dressing room, there is no water pipe at all, but the water can invade here, showing that Gu Mo's power is already very strong.

Water stains began to appear on the ceiling at a very fast rate, and I was afraid that it would take up the entire space in less than a minute.

The interior began to be filled with water mist, mixed with the unique sulfur smell of hot springs.

On the ceiling, the figure of the woman in the shawl is gradually clear, and the abnormally low head is twisted little by little, and the front will soon be exposed.

Gu Shengan came with a crying voice: "Xiao, Brother Xiao...water..."

Xiao Lan glanced at the unharmed idol and slowly raised his hand. The fingertips are trimmed neatly, the knuckles are slender, exposing just the right skin, and they look clean and tidy without lethality.

Can't be destroyed by external force, then the head office is decomposed directly from the material?

[Poverty cannot limit my imagination] Open:

[Ability: Break down everything you touch by hand]

【Remaining time: 00:04:59】

His hand gently covered the head of the idol, but the idol, which had never been damaged by the impact, was like a sand castle that encountered high tide, and gradually turned into dust with the depression of his hand.

Gu Shengan: "Wow..."

"Well!!!" Zhang Jie's eyes widened incredulously, how could it be! The master clearly stated that no matter whether it was a knife or a fire, it was impossible for external forces to destroy this idol! !

Facts have proved that in the face of poverty, any ghost is a paper tiger.

The system prompt appears:

"Destroy the plot props, Gu Mo applauds you"

"Poverty value increased by 3 million, Xiao Lan was out of style"

This is an unexpected joy!

The violent wind slammed through the locker room, and the diffuse water mist spread across the hotel. The dark and damp female voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears:

"Yang Degao..."

"Du Yuhui..."

"Zhang Jie..."

"Cheng Lang..."

"Fu Wenbo..."

"I am back……"