I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Luo took Xiao Lan to fly under the red moon.

The red moon still hangs high in the night sky, and the light red light it sprinkles coats everything on the ground with a thin layer of red, whether it is the dark sky, the quiet college, or the original lush woods.

At the same time, it also made the two people under the moon covered with red yarn.

Luo's speed is very fast, and the two figures merge into one under the moonlight, almost turning into an invisible shadow.

Xiao Lan enjoys the rare automatic escape treatment. He stretched his hands around Luo's neck to stabilize his body.

Because of this movement, the distance between the two was reduced again, and Xiao Lan could feel that the other person was still breathing and heartbeat without chaos under such high-speed running.

On the other side, feeling the warm breath near his neck, Luo's mouth slightly raised.

He gently rubbed the top of Xiao Lan's head with his jaw. The fluffy touch of his hair made him feel a little better, and tightened the person into his arms again without any trace.

At the same time, Xiao Lan also paid attention to the situation behind.

The dangerous red figure behind him was still adorned far away, but the distance between the two sides had become more and more wide. According to the current situation, with the help of the terrain, she should be able to get rid of her soon.

It seemed that she also judged that the prey was about to escape, and Mrs. Hongyue raised her hand.

Obviously this is a posture to attack.

"I'm coming." Xiao Lan whispered in Luo's ear.

"Then please." Luo's tone was relaxed, and he didn't mean to worry about the situation at the moment.

The next moment, Mrs. Hongyue decisively threw a sharp fan in her hand, accompanied by a flashing cold awn, and the roaring sound of the air rushed towards Luo's back.

The speed of the fan was extremely fast, drawing a cold image in the air.

At this time, Xiao Lan had switched [Dalit’s Bone] to stick form, staring closely at the direction in which the fan was flying.

He concentrated all his attention, and the fan's erratic figure seemed to slow down in his eyes, becoming traceable.

When the fan entered his attack area, Xiao Lan raised his hand and hit it accurately.

"Ding—" The sharp fan collided with the pale bones, and suddenly deviated from the original direction, and fell to the side.

At the same moment, Xiao Lan's tricky and often dead-killing skills came to life:

"Poverty can't limit my imagination, you got [Zhang Dong's autographed photo]"

[Name: Zhang Dong’s autographed photo (rare props, bound)]

[Ability: None]

[Description: Zhang Dong also knows that you all want this]

Xiao Lan: "..."

Why are you again! !

Zhang Dong, the first boss Xiao Lan met in the rookie field, loves fantasy and has a little acting personality. He always feels that his signature can be sought after by players.

Last time it was autographed, this time it was even more autographed, this guy has endless end! How many peripheral products did he prepare?

Xiao Lan feels nothing to say about the garbage effect of his skills.

Non-chiefs are not worthy of having dreams.

Through Xiao Lan's obstruction, Luo took him around the corner of the building, and the two figures merged into the darkness and gradually went away.

Mrs. Hongyue waved her hand, and the fan returned to her hand as if she were being manipulated.

But the prey has disappeared.

Under the red moon, the graceful lady stood quietly for a while.

Before long, she gathered the folding fan, lifted the skirt gracefully, and turned to walk towards the north tower.

Luo took Xiao Lan back to the area of ​​the student's bedroom.

There was silence around.

Not only can't see the figure, but also no trace of movement. It seems that because of the reason of the Red Moon Night, even the most restless students will not choose to slip out to play at this time.

The two returned to Xiao Lan's bedroom.

Luo then put Xiao Lan down: "Are you injured?"

Xiao Lan checked her own condition. Except for the muscle aches and some numbness of the wrist caused by the fight with Mrs. Hongyue, there was nothing unusual.

According to his ability to recover, he can recover the next day.

"Fortunately, I should be fine after sleeping." Xiao Lan felt a little regretful after he said, "Unfortunately, I couldn't enter the North Tower to take a look."

Luo reached out for him and took down the grass blades that had been on his head during the previous fight: "Today you have consumed a lot, and it is not suitable to start working with others again. May I go with you tomorrow night?"

Xiao Lan thought about it for a while, and it is true that he does not have much physical strength left now. If he encounters any danger, it will be difficult to deal with, even if Luo will definitely help, but he can’t hold back with peace of mind. Keeping both people fighting is the most important. Good situation.

The game is only starting the next day, and time should be sufficient.

"Okay, I'll take a shower first, and then rest, how about you? What are the arrangements for tonight." Xiao Lan said.

"I will continue to find my fragments here, but—" Luo looked at him with a smile: "I will wait for you to fall asleep before leaving."

Xiao Lan cast a doubtful look.

Rose found an honest and versatile reason without hesitation: "In order to prevent accidents."

After a while.

Xiao Lan took a shower and changed into college uniform nightwear. When he came out while wiping his head, Luo sat on the chair beside his bed reading the book lazily and even put on his Phnom Penh leisurely. glasses.

The warm yellow halo of the kerosene lamp outlined his outline gently and gently.

Xiao Lan's hand stopped unconsciously.

He looked at Luo with a stunned look. This scene was very familiar. It seemed that he had watched Luo quietly at night like this, but there were no such fragments in the memory.

Is it in that fifteen-year-old dream again?

"Sir?" A deep voice rang above Xiao Lan's head.

Xiao Lan recovered his mind, only to find that Luo didn't know when he was standing in front of him. The height of the two people was now quite different. He could only look up to see Luo's eyes.

Then, Luo reached out and took the towel that Xiao Lan wiped his hair in random.

Luo: "Leave it to me, sir."

In Luo's eyes, Xiao Lan's technique of wiping her hair is no different from his conscious cooking.

Xiao Lan sat on the bed following Luo's guidance, and Luo sat beside him, wiping his hair gently.

The thing in the world is that one is born again and the other is familiar. When he was wiped by Luo for the first time, Xiao Lan was still not used to it, but this time there was no resistance at all.

The lower limit of humanity is used to constantly break.

The skin will become thicker in the process.

The two chatted one after another, and no one cared about whether the topic was nutritious.

With the gentle power just above his head, Xiao Lan felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Finally, his head tilted, and the whole person collapsed towards Luo, breathing evenly.

Feeling the sudden weight increase on his shoulders, Luo stopped the wiping motion.

Xiao Lan leaned on him and slept unpreparedly. The boy's body was thin and flexible, and he still carried the fragrance after bathing.

Although Luo could not see Xiao Lan's expression in this posture, it did not affect the outline of his sleeping face that had been watched by him for countless nights.

Luo gently stroked Xiao Lan's back, and then gently moved him back to the bed and covered it.

Finally, he leaned over slightly, approaching Xiao Lan who was sleeping, and a soft kiss fell on the top of his slightly curly hair.

"Good night, sir, maybe we can meet again in your dream."

After talking, Luo extinguished the lights in the room and walked out of the room in darkness.

This time, he was full of great anticipation for finding his lost fragments.

In a dark dream, Xiao Lan felt his eyes clear again.

Everything around is a bit familiar. It was the room that was accidentally entered when chased by someone in the dream. The door of the room has been restored as before, and no trace of fighting has been seen.

In the dream, he was sitting at the table, the candlelight on the table was emitting warm light, and the air was full of black tea.

Not far away, the black man who looked exactly like Luo was walking over with a retro-style medicine chest.

He sat across from Xiao Lan, and the light golden eyes looked at the boy in front of him: "It looks very embarrassed, little boy, is this your first time to come in?"

The teenager did not understand: "For the first time... come in?"

The man didn't answer directly. He stretched out his hand towards the teenager: "It's impossible to bandage your wrist like this. It will make the wound worse. Would you mind letting me see?"

The teenager handed his wrist to the man's hand.

Looking at the other person's posture, he opened his messy wound gracefully, revealing a blister left by a serious burn. The blister was broken, and the surrounding area was red and swollen.

"The wound was treated very badly, not only did it not get medicine, but even infected." The man commented.

The teenager lowered his head. At this level of his bandaging technique, he didn't even find a family medicine box. He just wrapped a cloth strip and wrapped it up. He didn't even distinguish it from the gauze.

No wonder the wound hurt all the time.

Although he disliked the boy's bandaging technique, the man in black acted neatly to deal with the wound for him, debride and disinfect, remove the necrotic part and blood scab, apply medicine... Every step is very standard, and did not make the boy feel How painful.

"Okay." The man in black handled the last gauze and released the teenager's wrist.

Then he inspected other parts of the teenager, leaving some striations on his neck, but because the teenager had been struggling, it was not as serious as expected.

At the same time, because the evasion of the teenager was timely, there was not much injury left on his body.

The man in black also put a little ointment on his neck to help the teenager: "This level will soon leave no trace."

The teenager said to him, "Thank you, my name is Xiao Lan, what should I call you?"

The man in black with one hand on his jaw thought for a while: "Well...should I be called Lawrence?"

juvenile:"……"

What is "bar", don't you remember your own name?

The man in black smiled and didn't care much: "Just call me Lawrence, anyway, the name is just a codename, I am the teacher here."

The teenager asked: "Mr. Lawrence, can you tell me where it is? And why am I here?"

The man in black picked up the black tea, and also poured a cup to the teenager by the way: "Please use it."

Then he continued: "This is the Cliff College, which belongs to the advent of the world. As for why you are here, according to a guy, it is because ‘you are the lucky one selected.’

The teenager was holding black tea, and his eyes were puzzled: "Lucky?"

He doesn't think this kind of chasing activity can be called lucky.

The man in black said, "If you are chosen to enter the world, you will have the opportunity to gain strength."

Boy: "So... what if someone doesn't want it? Can they leave?"

The man in black is a little puzzled: "Why don't you want to, is it not a biological instinct to pursue power?"

The teenagers were also puzzled by the words of men: "But everyone has different pursuits. Some people want to be businessmen, some want to be writers, some want to be celebrities, and maybe some people’s dreams are to make super delicious cakes. What about?"

The handsome man in black is rarely confused, and he tilts his head: "Why is there such a strange... dream?"

Everyone he saw here was desperate for strength, and he did not hesitate to start with his own kind.

But the teenager said that someone would not want to.

The teenager sat up straight: "Where is weird! For example, my mother, her dream is to have a happy family, hoping that her family is safe and sound, maybe she is not interested in giving her the first strength in the world." "

"My mother can make the best biscuit in the world. It has a thick buttery fragrance, wrapped in chopped hazelnuts and chocolate. Every bite is crispy and crispy."

Perhaps it was because of the young man’s heart and mind that he had just experienced a terrible chase, and now after a short rest, the young man’s state recovered a lot, and even when he mentioned the cookies that his mother was good at, his face looked up.

"Is there many people like your mother?" The black man's eyes showed a thoughtful look, reflected in the candlelight, and gleaming golden light under the lens.

The teenager nodded: "It's quite a lot, people now have all kinds of dreams."

"Is that true?" The man in black had an unpredictable look, which made people wonder what he was thinking.

The room fell into silence for a while.

The man in black thought silently, and the teenager next to him looked at him without a word.

After seeing him for a while, the teenager couldn't help but say, "You seem... different from the people here, whether it's other teachers or students."

The boy was keenly aware of the difference in the person in front of him.

Although this college is very weird, the teachers and students are very strange, but the only person who lends a helping hand to him has a sense of disobedience that he can't tell.

The man looked at the teenager and suddenly raised his mouth: "Oh, did I show any flaws?"

The teenager thought for a while: "You talk about their eyes, just like adults look at children, it seems that you know all the answers..."

"Hahahaha--" The man in black couldn't help laughing.

Interestingly, although he didn't hide it deliberately, this young boy who entered the game for the first time had no experience at all and could see him through.

After laughing, he looked at the awkward teenager and said, "My identity is probably similar to that of a gardener, but I often don't care about anything, but usually leave things to another guy."

The teenager did not hold back his curiosity: "Another guy?"

The man stretched out his finger before his lips and compared a silent gesture: "Hush-he is very stingy and doesn't like others talking about him."

Hearing the words, the teenager rounded his eyes and carefully covered his mouth.

It was a little cute like that. The black man couldn't help but reached out and touched the teenager's head.

"Eh, eh, what are you doing?! How can a man's head be touched casually!" The teenager quickly evaded, but the other side succeeded.

The man in black withdrew his hand with a smile: "Oh, sorry, sorry."

The young man who was touched Mao swelled: "..."

I always think this guy is just funny, and I apologize not sincerely.

But also because of this episode, the atmosphere between the two is more harmonious.

After a while, the teenager's anger disappeared.

He couldn't help but ask: "What is your real name? Lawrence is definitely not your name."

The man in black turned his head: "Well...I don't have a name."

The teenager was surprised: "Why is there no name?"

Man in black: "Because it is not needed, no one will call my name."

The young man said with a heart: "Then you must have no friends."

Man in black: "..."

He couldn't even refute, because he really didn't have friends, and he didn't have the concept of "friends" in his world.

The teenager lay on the table and looked at him with clear eyes: "Are we considered friends? You see you have asked me to drink tea, we have been chatting for so long."

Faced with these eyes, the black man ghost nodded and nodded: "Forget it."

The teenager smiled with a plan: "Then I will give you a name!"

The man didn't mind, a name that would not be mentioned: "Okay."

The teenager asked, "How many words do you want?"

Man in black: "One is enough."

The teenager began to patrol on the desktop, there are many books on the desktop, there are all kinds of content in various languages, people wonder whether anyone can understand so much content?

Soon his eyes were locked on a Chinese book, which contained archaeological records about an ancient tomb.

The reason for choosing this book is simple, because this is the only thing he can understand

The teenager reached for the book, turned a page casually, then pointed to one of the words and said, "Luo, how is this word?"

The man in black leaned over and looked at it, and saw in the book: Luoyang Shovel, a symbol of archaeological drilling tools, was originally used for tomb robbing and was later used in archaeological drilling.

Man in black: "..."

Although he has not seen all human beings, it is clear that the word has nothing to do with the name of the person. If he said that he wanted a three-character name, would this full-featured name be buckled on his head?

The teenager said: "Remove the next two words, just look at Luo is still very handsome."

The man in black looked at him: "Junior, are you a bit casual about me?"

The teenager thought for a while: "Well, let me turn a page. How about the first few words?"

The man in black reluctantly agreed: "Well, fifteenth word."

The teenager closed his eyes and turned a page, and then found what the other person said, and he smiled: "Look, it's still Luo, Luohe. It's your own choice, you can't ignore it."

The black man named Luo: "..."

This is probably destined.