I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

This sleep was very peaceful, although it was in a game field full of dangers, but with Luo's shadow guarding her side, Xiao Lan was able to relax and rest better.

Every night when he enters the game, Luo Lai basically keeps watch for him, and Xiao Lan is very used to the existence of the other party.

I don't know how long I slept, but in the deep sleep, Xiao Lan felt someone shaking her.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was Luo's black shadow.

The black shadow looked very thin, as if it was about to disperse when the time came, so I had to wake up Xiao Lan who was still sleeping in advance.

Seeing that Xiao Lan was awakened, the black shadow disappeared before his eyes.

Xiao Lan looked at her wrist, the black bracelet that had been there quietly before was gone, and did not return with the disappearance of the shadow.

It seems that this shadow is a one-off, and I don't know if it will have any effect on Luo.

But he also knew that if he asked Luo, the other party would definitely answer "it's okay".

Xiao Lan sighed softly.

He looked around with sleepy eyes.

At this time, the sky had just dawned, and there was still a bit of nighttime coolness, and everything in the room looked normal, the same as before he fell asleep.

Thanks to poverty, Xiao Lan's physique is already very good.

After Luo sucked away the toxins in his body, Xiao Lan only took a nap, and now she felt full of energy.

The exhaustion and pain of the battle were gone, and he was the pauper who could tear down a house with his bare hands again.

It's a pity that Mr. Crow won't let his house be demolished...

Before Xiao Lan had a big fight with that fat brainy boy, the stick and hammer were mercilessly greeted on the wall and the floor, but they didn't scrape a trace of wall and floor crumbs.

It can be called a miracle in the history of human engineering.

It seems that if you want to increase the poverty value through demolition this time, it is basically a dream.

Poverty is not easy, Xiao Lan sighed.

Xiao Lan got up and tidied herself briefly, then opened the door.

But he didn't expect to meet Luo when he opened the door.

Luo was standing at the door, as if he was about to open the door before, and by coincidence, the two stood face to face.

Xiao Lan: "Luo? I can see you here, and the space has switched again?"

Luo smiled: "Yeah, I didn't expect to meet here. It seems that I'm lucky."

He added: "It's good to see you safe."

The two who met unexpectedly went straight forward together.

The hallway looked different from the day before.

Yesterday's hallway looked like a normal house, except that there was no one there, and there was nothing weird about it.

But today the air in the corridor was filled with a black mist, which shortened the range of sight a lot.

Not only that, but there were also some faint voices coming out of the black mist, which seemed to be murmurs and low-pitched cries, but they were all indistinct.

The two walked forward in the corridor for a while, when Xiao Lan suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Luo asked.

Xiao Lan frowned and looked forward: "This corridor is too long, there is no such long corridor in the entire Mingyue Hall."

Luo thought for a while: "Let's go further, maybe there will be some changes ahead."

Xiao Lan glanced at him and said lightly, "Yes."

The two continued to move forward, and the surrounding black fog became thicker and thicker, and they could only see a distance of two or three meters in front of them.

At this time, a little light came from not far ahead, and the light rolled in the black mist, and it was impossible to see what it was for a while.

Xiao Lan stood on the spot, sizing up the front, but didn't speak.

At this time Luo approached Xiao Lan.

He said softly, "What's that in front? Shall we go and see?"

Xiao Lan did not respond.

He just looked at the people beside him calmly.

Luo still maintains an elegant and decent smile, as if he is not asking about the unknown danger ahead, but what kind of snacks the husband wants to serve with his afternoon tea.

Something is wrong with this person.

Xiao Lan felt disobedience from the first moment she saw him.

Luo knew that he was in that room before, and probably knew that he was awake through the shadow.

Most of the time, when Xiao Lan was in the room, Luo would habitually knock on the door before entering.

Except when it turns into a cat and sneaks in.

But this "Lo" does not.

Xiao Lan noticed that the moment he opened the door, his hand was on the doorknob, which meant that he didn't intend to knock on the door at all, but was going to enter directly.

He later said "I didn't expect to meet here", which seemed to be very unexpected.

But Luo should know where he is, where did the accident come from?

What's more, Xiao Lan didn't have that familiar feeling on him.

That was Luo's temperament, although this person or something else imitated Luo's appearance, but it was just superficial.

However, since the other party had approached him under the circumstances at that time, Xiao Lan cooperated with the situation to see what he wanted to do.

And now this inducing tone.

When Luo faced danger, he always hoped to stand in front of Xiao Lan, although he was often rejected by Xiao Lan...

But he would never suggest that Xiao Lan should go in an unknown dangerous direction.

In terms of where to go, Xiao Lan usually makes the decision himself, and Luo will not interfere with his judgment.

This "Luo" seems to want Xiao Lan to go to the bright place ahead.

Obviously, whatever was ahead was his goal.

Turning around slightly, under the cover of her body, Xiao Lan quietly took out "Mingyue Pavilion" and took a look.

The pattern on the cover lights up four grids.

But this is almost impossible.

Because just yesterday, Xiao Lan personally killed the fat man who wanted to eat his brain, and confirmed his death.

Even if no one dies that night, the grid on the cover should be 5, it cannot be 4.

This space should not be real.

Seeing that Xiao Lan didn't speak, "Luo" next to him continued, "Perhaps, there might be some clues related to leaving here."

Xiao Lan suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the current situation: "Do you know why it is Luoyang Shovel?"

"Luo" was obviously taken aback, he smiled and asked, "What—"

The answer was Xiao Lan's fierce kick.

Xiao Lan didn't wait for this guy's answer at all, and launched an attack directly after asking the question.

This kick severely kicked "Luo" on the waist, kicking his body flying, and then fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, the other party's voice just fell.

"Luo" got up from the ground, looked up at Xiao Lan.

There is still a mask-like elegant smile on his face, and his voice is still gentle: "Is there something wrong with me?"

Xiao Lan took out the 【Bone of Dalit】: "It's zero points, brother."

After finishing speaking, he was not polite, and rushed towards the other party with a stick.

Seeing Xiao Lan's posture, the guy pretending to be Luo knew that he couldn't deceive him anymore, so he didn't say any more.

He still has Luo's appearance now, but the smile on his face has become colder, and his temperament has also changed at the same time, which is completely different from the previous impression.

Will Xiao Lan be soft on Luo's face?

certainly--

will not!

He swung his stick and hit it vigorously.

The white stick drew afterimages in the air, and each stroke carried a force that almost killed people.

For the sake of this face, he didn't have any intention of being reluctant.

Ruthless, cruel, like a big pig's trotter.

The picture is too cruel, it seems to have a sense of sight of domestic violence...

Under such a violent attack, "Luo" could barely maintain his human form.

But I don't know what it is. It's almost beaten into hand-rolled noodles, but it still looks vibrant.Under Xiao Lan's attack, he continued to dodge left and right, and occasionally made difficult movements such as 180-degree lower back and 720-degree head turn.

It's like an emoticon package from the soul painting style.

Finally, after several confrontations, Xiao Lan found an opportunity to stomp him to the ground.

At the same time, the 【Bone of Dalit】 which switched to the blade form raised.

Xiao Lan is going to try to cut off his head first, if this guy is still alive and kicking... let's talk.

Almost at the moment when the bone blade was about to cut off the head of "Luo", everything around him disappeared.

Whether it's the corridor that seems to have no end, or the lingering black fog and the whispers in it.

Including the guy who was being stepped on by Xiao Lan, who was holding Luo's face.

There was only a low sigh left in the air: "I really want to go with you..."

The tone is lingering and mournful, with a bit of reluctance.

But Xiao Lan ruthlessly refused: "Thank you, but I don't want to at all."

At this time, he was standing at the door of the room where he rested last night.

The scene outside the door was as usual, no different from what I saw yesterday.

The previous corridors and black fog all did not exist.

Xiao Lan took out the book again.

This time, the pattern lit up on the cover is six.

It seems that in addition to the one head he contributed, another person died last night.It's just that I don't know if it was the ghost or the player who died, because there is no new content in the book, which means it was not written by the crow.

At this moment, the cover of the book flickered again, and new content appeared inside:

【The Return of the Lost Lamb】

【Away from the hustle and bustle of the world】

[He obtains eternal silence at the bottom of the water]

Almost without a moment's pause, the flickering of the cover stopped, and the pattern lit up again.

It means that the player chosen by the crow died very quickly.

I just don't know if there are other players contributing to the flames.

Now seven of the thirteen grids on the cover are lit up, more than half of them.

Almost non-stop, new content appeared again:

【The coquettish black dahlia is about to wither】

【Lost the nourishment of the rhizome】

【Beauty ends in dust】

Yo, this is still a double update!

Players can't help but sigh the update frequency of Mr. Crow, what a dedicated author this is.

But... Teacher, sometimes you don't have to work so hard.

Indeed, fishing is good for physical and mental health, as many authors have said.

But this time was different from the one just now, the flickering of the cover never stopped, Xiao Lan waited for a while but did not see the grid light up or the writing change.

It seems that the chosen player will not die easily.

Xiao Lan stared at the flickering pattern on the cover.

If this player dies, the others will be one step closer to clearing the level. If the other player survives, the risk of death this time will fall on the others, including Xiao Lan herself of course.

But he didn't want to expect the death of the other party, because it was not just a cold number, behind a grid was a living life.

Even if it's probably just a stranger you've never met.

The flickering of patterns continues.

Xiao Lan put away the book, and continued to search for that kind of room that looked different.