I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

As the train progressed, all the sounds around slowly diminished.

Eventually, the roar of the train gradually disappeared, the surrounding light gradually weakened, and even the layout in the car began to become more and more blurred, and everything gradually began to transform into nothingness of darkness and nothingness.

Players understand that this means they are about to clear the customs.

A burst of joy rose from everyone's heart, and they lived another game!

The first rich and precious people stopped talking about Brother Xiao's deeds. At this time, the eyes of other players looking at Xiao Lan had already brought longing and admiration.

See, this is the light of the player, the legendary hope, the strong man named Brother Xiao.

Their eyes were so lingering that they saw goose bumps all over Xiao Lan.

The first rich man came to Xiao Lan: "Brother Xiao, can we still contact you later?"

Xiao Lan nodded: "Of course."

After he finished speaking, he thought that the first wealthy man would give him any contact props, but he only met his hopeful eyes.

Xiao Lan: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly blessed his soul and realized that this was the look of poverty.

Thinking about the first rich man's fist for fighting, the output is all relying on roar, the combat heroic waving with a fly swatter, and the kpi system in which samsara requires members to hand in props. Obviously this is a poor light egg with no props.

Just like Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan: "Cough... so, I will leave my address at the player's station to you. If you and Zhao Xiaohe need help in the future, you can come to me."

After talking, he gently told her his address in the ear of the first richest man.

"Good Brother Xiao!" The first rich man's eyes shined, seeing the darkness spreading, she couldn't help but speed up her speech, "Can Brother Xiao sign me a name, I want to take it back to share with Xiaohe!"

Xiao Lan refused her request embarrassingly but politely.

This is really awkward, no, not at all.

The darkness was finally around, Xiao Lan waved goodbye to the first rich man with a sad face.

"Ding Dong--"

"Congratulations to player Xiao Lan's customs clearance game "Subway Station 13""

Along with the system prompt, Xiao Lan returned to the familiar darkness again, and he and Luo returned to the advent world without staying too much.

After the baptism of the black-lacquered subway station, he returned to the player's room again. Xiao Lan only felt that his room was bright and warm.

Xiao Lan paralyzed directly on the sofa to demonstrate the standard drying method of a salted fish.

Luo Ze went to prepare tea and snacks for him.

When Luo came to the sofa with the prepared tea, he saw Xiao Lan sitting upright on the sofa, staring blankly at a black box. He put down the tea cup and the plate with snacks and walked to Xiao Lan's side: "What happened, sir?"

Xiao Lan looked at the [random rare prop gift box] on the table solemnly, and Shen Sheng said: "This is the moment to determine fate..."

He hasn't even won another bottle in his life. Buying lottery tickets is a waste of money. He hasn't even picked up a wallet on the road. This random gift box is simply the nemesis of his non-chief life.

Think of the random props he obtained before, almost nothing is easy to use, and there is even [the autograph of Zhang Dong] such a useless thing.

Even recently, the passive effect of his skills seems to be broken, even the root hair has not dropped him.

"Need help?" Luo sat next to Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan glanced at Luo, then glanced at his black hand, and decisively pushed the [random rare prop gift box] to him.

Luo looked at the box and smiled slightly at Xiao Lan: "Please bless me, sir."

Then he stretched out a hand towards Xiao Lan, and the black shadow of his hand turned into black gloves scattered, revealing his slender and powerful palm with knuckles.

Xiao Lan looked at the hand that was quietly standing in front of his eyes, and there was a sense of ignorance in his eyes. Obviously he didn't understand Luo's meaning.

"Blow your breath." Luo's voice was low, with a bewitching meaning.

Xiao Lan didn't know what was wrong with him, and followed Luo's meaning in his palm.

After blowing, he suddenly felt that his ears were a little hot. Was this action a bit...then... He glanced at Luo and realized that Luo was not paying attention to himself before he was relieved.

Luo gathered his palms as if he really got something, and then he opened the black box on the table with this hand.

At the next moment, a ray of light flashed by, and the box on the table disappeared, replaced by a long white object.

[Name: Dalit’s Bone (rare item, bind after picking up)]

[Abilities: Attack with the flame of Dalit, burn all targets, the holder can take it back actively, this ability is increased by the holder’s own combat power]

【Form: stick, blade, whip】

[Explanation: Untouchables suppress thousands of years of anger]

"Fortunately, it's not a disgrace, thanks to your blessings." Luo's tone smiled.

"His--" Xiao Lan took a breath of cold air.

He didn't think it was his credit at all. Xiao Lan looked at Luo with amazed eyes. What kind of emperor is this guy? Why did Luo open out such a powerful weapon at a glance, and he himself... the non-chief's heart was not mentioned.

After he was amazed, he reached out and picked up the props on the table and looked carefully.

[Bone of Dalit] Started with cold, it is similar to bone but with a more delicate texture. In the most primitive form, it is similar to a stick. There are some uneven joints on the top. There are no patterns and decorations. It looks like— —

Like a broomstick, it's still bare.

I have to say that this prop is very suitable for Xiao Lan's poor temperament. No wonder there is no prompt to deduct the poverty value when obtaining it. This simple appearance can't find a place where the poverty value can be deducted.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Forget it, it's enough to have strong ability. What's the use of such a gorgeous appearance? Anyway, his other weapon [this is a dagger full of poison] looked like a stainless steel fruit knife, and Xiao Lan comforted himself.

He waved [Bone of Dalit] and found that the weight was just right, which just met the strength of his attack. The feel of each wave was great, making him feel back to the days when he dominated the street.

After switching to the whip form, [Dalit's Bone] changed to a nine-section whip, which was very flexible to shake. It was very useful when I wanted to restrict the opponent's movement.

It is a pity that Xiao Lan doesn't use the whip himself. I'm afraid it needs to be mastered after practicing in the training ground.

Xiao Lan switched to the blade form again. [Dalit's Bone] was converted into a long knife with a slender blade, similar to the style of the Yanling knife. The whole was bone, but the blade was sharp.

He saved a knife and was looking for something to try. The Luo threw a little familiar apple in his heart. It seemed that after coming out of the apartment 404, Xiao Lan secretly put it on his head while he was in a coma. Of that.

It felt like he was secretly taking revenge.

Xiao Lan, who didn't realize it, directly split the fake apple into two halves.

Then I saw that the apple rose from the incision into a deep purple flame. The flame seemed to spread towards the rest of the apple with irresistible force, gradually covering the entire apple, and soon turned to ashes.

There was still a burning smell in the air.

This Dalit flame seems a bit strong! Xiao Lan's eyes were full of surprises.

Although subway station 13 did not bring him much poverty value, getting such a prop is a significant improvement in combat effectiveness.

And from the point of view of the props, "goal all targets" should also include ghosts. Although the effect of the flame will definitely be different according to the strength of the other party, it is already very good.

Now he is not only a physical attack player, it is really gratifying.

Xiao Lan can't wait to go to the training ground to try out the fighting feeling at the moment.

Looking at Xiao Lan's excitement, Luo took a cup of tea and drank gently. He didn't say a word, but his eyes kept following every action of Xiao Lan, as if to portray all his actions into his heart.

After being excited, Xiao Lan finally put away [Bone of Dalit] reluctantly.

At this time, the [Plastic Friendship] in the storage space sent a contact reminder.

"Xiao Lan Xiao Lan, you are coming out of the game~" Wang Teddy's voice came from the opposite side, and the whole person was as happy as ever.

Xiao Lan was a little surprised: "How do you know that I will come out now?"

The time for players to enter each game is unknown. After all, some copies take a long time, while others only take a few hours. It is difficult for others to accurately predict.

"Hey, I have dialed you 87 communications before, and all of them can't be reached. That must be that you are still in the game." Wang Teddy said.

Xiao Lan: "Is there anything urgent about me?"

Wang Teddy looked very excited: "No, I just want to tell you that I am promoted to an intermediate player~~~"

Xiao Lan also smiled: "Congratulations!"

Three years later, he has finally risen to an intermediate player. One can imagine Wang Teddy's excitement. He can't wait to find someone to share his happiness.

Wang Teddy: "Hey, I think there must be your credit. After you traded the [Demeter of Blade] to me, my fortune has become better, especially recently, I have made a lot of money, and then I Your skills are activated and I will upgrade directly!"

Xiao Lan asked him: "How do you feel about skill activation?"

Wang Teddy paused: "Um..."

Why did this expression not look very happy, Xiao Lan asked: "What's wrong?"

Wang Teddy picked a little curly hair: "It is... the skill is very easy to use, but it costs me 10 million to use it, and if I want to achieve it, the higher the difficulty, the greater the consumption, if the wealth is less than 100 million. , The skill will return to a state where it cannot be activated."

Xiao Lan: "..."

The world of the rich is really too confusing.

Wang Teddy: "But my brother has been very happy recently. I haven't seen him so happy for a long time. Even when I accidentally told people that he moved a box of height-increasing mats into the room, he was not very angry, beating me. It didn't hurt before."

With the exception of Wang Teddy, no one in the world will ever be happy from his expressionless face.

Xiao Lan nodded: "Of course he is happy, and his physical fitness will be much better after you upgrade. In the future, he no longer has to worry about accidentally killing you when beating you."

Wang Teddy's expression was blank, and his little curly hair pulled down: "..."

What you said makes sense, I can't even refute it.

It turns out that the truth about the happiness of my own brother is so simple...