I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After Luo finished speaking, the room was quiet and silent, and he could only vaguely hear the breathing sounds that Xiao Lan sometimes became when he was not, and the breathing sounds of Luo frequency disguised without change.

Their breaths are intertwined, as if to be one.

Luo's face is very close to Xiao Lan at this moment, and the flawless facial features occupy all of Xiao Lan's sight. He can easily see himself reflected in Luo Qing's golden eyes——

His eyes widened, his expression stiff, and he looked stupid.

No, I can't go on like this!

The alarm bell in Xiao Lan's mind is a big instinct, and the dangerous instinct from instinct tells him that what might happen to subvert his cognition in this way.

He stretched out his hand and supported Luo's shoulder, pulling the distance between the two.

Then he rolled out of the gap a little bit awkwardly, and ran quickly towards his bedroom.

"I, I, I have been fighting on the training ground for a long time, and I feel so tired. I don't want to talk much anymore if I want to sleep now." Xiao Lan got into his room without even saying this after a pause. , Backhand closed the door.

"Huh... Huh... Huh..." Xiao Lan gasped against the door and gasped, having the illusion that she was out of danger.

He didn't breathe cleanly in one breath, but Luo Bu's voice came from the other side of the door: "Do I need a massage for you, sir?"

"No no no...no more..." Xiao Lan shivered and answered quickly.

"So, tell you good night in advance." Luo's tone was the same as before, and he couldn't hear anything strange.

"Good night, good night..." Xiao Lan replied instinctively.

Strange, what's going on with him today, and there are cases where Luo is closer to Luo in the copy? Hasn’t he looked at Luo’s face for months? Why do you feel different today?

After thinking about how to find the answer to the question, Xiao Lan simply attributed it to the sequelae after hearing the story of Qi Ning.

After all, the Buddha said that the seven sufferings of life are "birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love, and hopelessness." Qi Ning's story accounts for most of it, and it is still a love story.

It seems that in the future, we will listen less and fight more.

Fighting is good, fighting is good for physical and mental health, fighting makes people live for a hundred years.

Xiao Lan was paralyzed in bed, and his mind was all turbulent. He always felt that today's coffee is too powerful, and he might be insomnia tonight.

The other side of the door.

Looking at the closed door not far away, Luo's mouth still hung with an elegant and decent smile, but his eyes flashed an unidentified golden streamer.

He turned off the living room ceiling light and sat back on the sofa.

Luo whispered softly with a volume that only he could hear: "You can run away as much as possible, sir... but you will always have a part of me in your life."

In a dark room, the dark hunters of golden eyes are waiting patiently, waiting for the prey that has entered his snare before they can realize the truth that has long been unable to escape.

"I wish you a good dream, sir."

The next morning, after Xiao Lan got up and greeted Luo with embarrassment and politeness, he rushed out of the room and went straight to the training ground.

Xiao Lan was standing at the gate of the training ground in a trance. Today's training ground is still as busy as before, and the players who come and go are all in a hurry and look serious.

He soon chose a training room, plunged into it and started training frantically.

This time the opponent is an assassin.

He was covered in black, holding short thorns, and his movements were neat. Every move quickly and fiercely attacked Xiao Lan's key position. If he didn't pay attention, he would instantly die under his knife.

Such a battle requires Xiao Lan to concentrate on coping with it, just to let him have no extra mind to think about other things.

In the high-intensity battle, Xiao Lan wandered between life and death time and time again, his nerves tightened to the extreme, and large and small wounds continued to appear on his body.

At the same time, [Bone of Dalit] became more and more comfortable in his hands. The battle made him feel full of joy, and his entangled emotions disappeared.

The bone blade waved out and cut the opponent's throat with a knife.

At the same time, the opponent's short stab also sent Xiao Lan's chest.

The two of them died together.

Xiao Lan's body slowly fell to the ground, the wounds on his body began to repair automatically after the battle, and the surrounding environment gradually recovered.

At this time he heard the sound of the system:

"Poverty can't limit my imagination, you get [the raffle ticket that only fools will open]"

His seemingly striked skills finally gave him new props, which is really gratifying.

But what is this stuff? Why does the name have a sneering atmosphere.

Xiao Lan looked towards the props that appeared:

[Name: Lottery Tickets Only Opened by Fools (Advanced Props, Bound)]

[Ability: Scratch the raffle ticket to participate in a raffle]

[Explanation: "Since I participated in the lottery, the house is gone, the car is gone, and the deposit is gone, this is simply fraud!"-An unknown person who once participated in the lottery said so]

Based on this description, who is a normal person who would like to open this thing...

But after reading the content of this explanation, Xiao Lan suddenly had a bold idea. Since it looks like it will get worse and worse, does it mean that he can use this thing to get poverty value? !

He has become so poor, what other liar can shake him?

Poor from the heart of evil to the courage, Xiao Lan reached out and scratched the raffle ticket.

"You fool, you will lose the causal relationship with the wealth worth 1000w"

"Di -, it is detected that player Xiao Lan has no room"

"Di -, detected player Xiao Lan has no car"

"Di -, detected that player Xiao Lan has no deposit"

"Di -, detected that player Xiao Lan has no valuable props"

"The poverty value increased by 10 million, which is a small step of poverty, but it is a big step of Xiao Lan."

"Get a minus buff, the game npc lowers your intelligence evaluation by 20%, this effect will take effect the next time the player enters the game and will continue the entire game"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Despite the poverty value, what is it like to feel ridiculed by all-round fancy?

Gan! Sooner or later the pill.

Forget it, anyway, the reduction of intellectual buff is the evaluation of npc on him, not to deduct his own thinking ability, the big deal is that they are not good for their brains, and it is not really stupid.

For the 1000w poverty value, I feel that it is not unacceptable.

The addition of the 1000w poverty value made Xiao Lan feel a little more strength in his body, and he should continue to practice fighting next, so that he can get used to his current strength as soon as possible.

After fighting for so long, Xiao Lan walked out of the training room, preparing to drink some water and take a break.

He brought a bottle of functional drinks and was sitting in the rest area outside the training room and drinking slowly.

At this time, a person stopped Xiao Lan from the side.

"Are you also an intermediate player?" The voice was clear and polite.

Xiao Lan turned his head to look. This is a tall, well-proportioned man, dressed in a well-cut white shirt. He looks very handsome. He has the temperament of an advertising model. He is greeting him with a smile and a clean smile.

It looks like a very easy-loving person.

His body movements seemed relaxed at this time, showing no slight attack.

Xiao Lan nodded at him: "Hello, what's the matter?"

The man smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Zhou Guangkai. I have just upgraded to the intermediate level. I want to find a player to practice against. The result just saw you, so I stepped forward to disturb."

Xiao Lan thought it was good to practice with the player. He hadn't fought the player yet, so he nodded and agreed: "My name is Xiao Lan, we will fight later."

Seeing Xiao Lan agree, Zhou Guangkai approached Xiao Lan and chatted with him: "How do you feel after upgrading to intermediate level? I'm not afraid of you jokes, but I was in a hurry for a while"

Xiao Lan thought for a while: "It's okay, it's more dangerous than it was in elementary school."

Zhou Guangkai's eyes brought a little praise in a timely manner: "You are so powerful, are you all alone?"

Xiao Lan: "That's not true. I have a teammate. It's always shocking to be with him."

Zhou Guangkai was surprised: "Surprised and not dangerous? Ah, have you been hurt?!"

Xiao Lan nodded.

A little dissatisfaction flashed in Zhou Guangkai's eyes: "Did your teammates protect you well? How could this be?"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that he was a little talkative, adding: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that your teammates are embarrassed. I just think this is unfair to you and you deserve better protection. "

There seemed to be a subtle provocation in this tone.

Xiao Lan didn't care: "It's okay, we won anyway."

What Zhou Guangkai wanted to say was blocked back: "..."

"Uh... yeah, just win, you are really good." After a while, Zhou Guangkai hung his smile again. "I really feel bad that you need someone to face these threats, if I can protect you." "

Xiao Lan gave him an inexplicable glance, why is this guy weird?

What use is he going to protect?

It's not that Xiao Lan boasted that with the blessings of "Poverty can't limit my imagination" and "Bone of Dalit", there are probably not many middle-level players who can beat him.

And this person looks like he doesn't have Luo's reserved and ascetic temperament, nor does Luo Yan's grace and advancing.

Ah, why did he think Luo was gone again, and quickly stopped.

Zhou Guangkai softened his voice: "Don't think too much, I just appreciate you and want to be friends with you. I don't know if I have this qualification. If your teammates mind, I don't want you to feel Embarrassed."

His eyes were sincere, as if he really considered Xiao Lan from the bottom of his heart.

"Call it first, then come on." Xiao Lan didn't consider the delicate and subtle hidden meaning in the other's words, and got up and walked to the training room.

For him, this is an opponent who came to the door, fresh, still alive and kicking.

After a while, it is not necessary to have vitality.

Zhou Guangkai: "..."

Why is there a subtle ominous hunch...

Xiao Lan entered the training room first, followed by Zhou Guangkai.

Standing in the field, Zhou Guangkai stood upright and looked very pleasing. He showed a gentle smile to Xiao Lan: "Come on, let go of the fight."

Xiao Lan's heart was filled with joy, his eyes brightened a bit: "Really?"

What's wrong with your expression? The ominousness under Zhou Guangkai's heart is spreading, but he is still steady, keeping his smile with grace: "Of course, is it a fight if you go all out?"

Along with his words, a wave of water appeared on Zhou Guangkai's side. It seemed that this was his way of fighting. The water wave held him up slightly, like wings spread out behind him, making him look like this holy smell,

He speaks freely, coupled with his excellent appearance and gesture at the moment looks full of charm.

Unfortunately, opposite him is a solid humanoid walking stick.

I saw a white stick appearing out of thin air in Xiao Lan's hands. The stick looked ordinary, without any decoration, and looked like the most common prop.

Zhou Guangkai quietly relieved, it seems that Xiao Lan did not intend to greet him with advanced props.

This should be able to keep... right? ! ! ! ! !

Before his thoughts turned around, he saw Xiao Lan rushing towards him at a jaw-dropping speed, and the white stick in his hand left only a white afterimage in the air.

Zhou Guangkai quickly mobilized Shui Bo to form a shield in front of himself, trying to block Xiao Lan's attack.

"Bang--"

The life span of the water shield lasted for less than half a second, and it broke into a mist of water under Xiao Lan's vigorous efforts.

Xiao Lan's movements continued, [Bone of Dalit] hit Zhou Guangkai with undiminished strength.

Zhou Guangkai was shocked and hurriedly lowered his waist and escaped from Xiao Lan's stick with the strength of the waves on his feet.

"Bang--"

There was another cry.

When Zhou Guangkai looked back, he saw that the pillar behind the place where he had stood before had been smashed by Xiao Lan with a stick, and it looked like a clay sculpture.

What awesome power this is! Zhou Guangkai was shocked.

But soon he was too late to shock other people, because Xiao Lan had waved his stick and rushed at him again.

Zhou Guangkai was about to escape again.

However, it was just a moment of distraction. He had missed the best time to escape. When he just turned sideways, Xiao Lan’s stick had fallen firmly on his body—

Waving him directly.

"Bang--"

Zhou Guangkai was like a hit baseball, flying straight for several meters, and finally hit the wall at the other end of the training room.

His body slid weakly along the wall, and at the moment of being hit, Zhou Guangkai seemed to see the distant starry sky and peek into the mystery of the origin of the universe and life.

Is this guy practicing dog barking...

Zhou Guangkai fell to the ground and felt that his limbs had been disconnected from his brain. How hard could he want to learn from Xiao Lan? Isn't it good to chat? Is it bad to have a meal?

In the future, you will never use your handsome style to fight.

Zhou Guangkai turned his head to look at Xiao Lan, hoping to see a sorry look on the other party's face, and then took the opportunity to draw a little closer, but in the end he saw a scene that made him guilty--

Xiao Lan was rushing towards him, and the stick in his hand was raised again.

Oh shit! Do you have any sympathy! ! !

"Stop, stop, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!!" Zhou Guangkai said quickly. He was afraid to speak a little slower. He was really going to be smashed into mud.

Xiao Lan withdrew his weapon with regret, but he actually kept his hand and did not switch to the blade form, otherwise Zhou Guangkai was cut in half by him directly, and he also put away the flame of Dalit.

He glanced at Zhou Guangkai, this guy doesn't seem to be a melee type, and his body is so fragile.

Alas, I'm not happy.

Zhou Guangkai looked at Xiao Lan's regretful expression and was about to vomit blood. Brother, what are you regretting? ! Sorry I didn't find a chance to kill me?

Then Xiao Lan waved to Zhou Guangkai: "It's a pleasure to meet you. We will have a chance to fight again in the future. Goodbye."

Having finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door of the training room.

Zhou Guangkai tried to squeeze out a smile: "Goodbye, you... so powerful, I really... envy you, can you teach me?"

Xiao Lan summarized his own experience: "Just practice."

After Xiao Lan's back disappeared, Zhou Guangkai finally lying on the ground couldn't help but spit out old blood.

Who wants to see you again? Never see you again! !

If you have anything else to do, just practice. Are you taunting me! !

He took out the contact props grievously and cried after the other party connected: "Boss!!! This guy is a **** animal!!! It doesn't move at all!!! Damn!!! It looks like he will be single all his life!" !!!"

"I was seriously injured at work! I want to apply for psychological treatment!!!"

"Poof--" Zhou Guangkai spit out another blood, and he fainted directly.

The reincarnation boss who didn’t have time to say a word: "..."

Look at what it is like to beat his younger brother. This **** face looks miserable.