I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

There was silence in the room, only the two figures hugging quietly snuggled together.

Luo has been leaning quietly beside Xiao Lan without any words.

He understood that what Xiao Lan needed at this time was just a little companionship.

Xiao Lan leaned on Luo's shoulder, absorbing the warmth from the other person's body, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Xiao Chengyan probably also wanted to protect as many people as possible.

Unfortunately, many choices in life do not actually have perfect choices, and sometimes have to make choices.

In the end, he could only choose the latter between home and more people.

Xiao Lan tried to put himself in the environment where Xiao Chengyan was.

He thought that if he made this choice himself, he might not have done better than Xiao Chengyan.

The choice is always difficult, and the best of both worlds is just a fantasy.

This meeting with Xiao Chengyan not only allowed him to truly understand his father, but also unexpectedly re-understood his mother. It turned out that under his gentle appearance, she was such a strong and courageous person.

Unfortunately, whether it is Xiao Chengyan or Wen Qi, they are no longer there.

They used their own way to guide Xiao Lan along the road of life, but the road afterwards could only be advanced by himself.

Xiao Lan also knew very well that coming to the world is the source of all disasters, and now it still weighs on everyone's head.

And Wu Cheng and Xiao Chengyan, who are committed to fighting it, are no longer there, and Luo, who is a rebel, is far from recovering enough to compete with the existence of the master.

What's worse is that as the advent world continues to fix the loopholes caused by the previous amnesty, some unusual things have begun to happen in the game field, and the advent world seems to be trying to return to what it was.

Dominate the terrible plan that will bring the advent of the world to all mankind, and I don’t know when it will be implemented.

The road ahead is still full of danger, and this time no one will be in front of everyone.

This is not the time for frustration.

Xiao Lan moved his head away from Luo's shoulder, and he smiled at Luo: "You are worried, sorry."

Luo shook his head: "No need to apologize, I can do something for you, I am very happy."

Xiao Lan adjusted his emotions and talked to Luo about the illusionary meeting with Xiao Chengyan.

Including what Xiao Chengyan said, related to the origin of the world and the rebels.

He took out the blank sheet of paper Xiao Chengyan gave him: "This is what he gave me, and it is said that it was left to him by the rebels."

Luo reached out to take it and felt it lightly: "This is...the smell of my fragments, disguised and hidden."

But he did not directly absorb the debris, but just put it away.

Luo said to Xiao Lan: "Sir, it's not early, you should rest first, I will deal with it later."

Xiao Lan asked: "You are not curious about what you have left for yourself?"

Luo smiled: "It is more important to guarantee your rest now."

After confirming that Xiao Lan had finished washing and lying on the bed, Luo approached the bed and left a kiss on Xiao Lan's lips with lightning speed: "Good night, sir."

That speed was too fast, and Xiao Lan was unprepared for him, so that he fell into a brief sluggishness.

When Xiao Lan came back, only this sentence remained in the air.

The culprit had already slipped out of the room.

There is no face as a rebel.

Xiao Lan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling: "..."

How can people sleep? ! !

the other side.

After leaving the bedroom with satisfaction, Luo came to the balcony outside the living room.

Here you can overlook the player's station below and enjoy the fantasy night view that you can't see in reality.

Looking down from here, it seems that all living beings are just ants.

He sat on the balcony chair and took out the blank paper Xiao Lan handed him.

Slender fingers gently crossed the paper, cracking the camouflage he added to it.

The white paper twisted and deformed instantly, and turned into a dark shadow. The shadow was abnormally solid, as if it were a black hole that automatically absorbed all the light around.

Luo's fingers gathered together and slowly absorbed the shadow.

A picture appeared in his mind:

It was in a deserted city. The high-rise buildings became dilapidated, with steel bars and pipelines exposed at random.

Most of the entire city is dark, and only sporadic lights persist, and it seems to have lost its vitality.

This is not like a real scene, obviously in a game field.

The man in black is sitting in an unmanned study, reading through the books left by his former master.

His posture is casual and leisurely, as if at the moment in his back garden.

Moonlight spilled in from the window and plated his figure with silver.

Suddenly, his movement to turn the book stopped.

The man in black raised his head from the book and looked at the person entering the room in front.

Xiao Chengyan symbolically knocked on the open door: "I'm bothered."

The man in black looked at him without disappointment: "Hello."

Xiao Chengyan: "Thank you for helping my son."

The man in black closed the book: "You are Xiao Lan's father."

He didn't use interrogative sentences, after all, this look will know at a glance.

Xiao Chengyan nodded, walked into the room, and stood casually by the sofa: "I am called Xiao Chengyan, would you mind spending some time with me?"

The man in black nodded slightly: "Mr. Xiao, please sit down."

Xiao Chengyan sat casually on the sofa, and he opened the door to explain his intentions: "I felt a force on my son. It is wonderful, that force can suppress the sign of coming to the world. There are some rumors about Your Excellency, so... I used many methods to finally find you."

The man in black smiled: "It's not easy for Mr. Xiao to find this place."

It is not an easy task to find exactly where he is in so many game fields.

Luck, strength, and judgment are indispensable.

What's more, the guy standing in front of him like this is definitely not an ordinary player.

Xiao Chengyan asked: "Can I ask why you sent Xiao Lan away? You know, this does not seem to be consistent with the usual style of coming to the world."

The man in black leisurely pointed at the table with his finger: "With his strength, there was no chance of surviving in that game. It was easy to kill him in any crisis, and he did not seem to have much interest in having power. . A funny little guy, it’s a pity to die like this."

Xiao Chengyan stared at him with sharp eyes: "But according to the existing rules, he should not be sent away."

The man in black also raised his eyes and looked back: "Does Mr. Xiao want me to pull him back? As a father, are you a bit too strict with him?"

Xiao Chengyan: "No, you should understand what I mean."

The man in black raised his mouth: "The existing rules are not made by me alone, but what about changing them?"

Xiao Chengyan also smiled: "Why not, let's work together, what should I call you?"

The man in black thought about it, and did not inform the intention of the name "Luo": "Well... to change his plan, according to his character, he should be very angry. It would be better to call me-"rebel"."

This memory ends here.

There was no detailed record of the subsequent conversation.

Then came another screen.

This picture is a bit fuzzy and deformed, and it is not stable and flickering.

It was a pure white world.

A man with the same appearance is standing in front of him, but unlike his black hair, the man is white all over, with only a pair of light golden eyes like him, the only color on the man.

This is the master of the advent of the world, and it is also the existence of his brother.

But at the moment, there were only a pair of cold golden eyes like him, with no emotion at all.

Luo saw a cold black spike pierce his chest.

This spike is carrying a force from the same source as himself, which is constantly destroying his body, almost breaking his body into pieces.

Pain, weakness, and weakness are the most vivid feelings at this moment.

The master approached his ear and said in a nearly murmured voice: "Your core, is this the first time you have seen it? I didn't want to treat you like this."

"This is your punishment against me. I said that my tolerance is limited."

"Although we can't kill each other completely, there are always many ways to deal with you. Isn't suppression or division one of them?"

"Just put your last hope on those lucky ones."

"Guess how many of those lucky people can see your help? How many of those who can see are willing to help you?"

"You who rebelled against me for them should also taste the ignorance of those who were saved by themselves."

"That's... stupid taste."

...

The picture disappears and the result of this punishment is no longer recorded.

There is really no need to record.

Luo reached out and rubbed his forehead, experiencing the pain again, making him a little uncomfortable.

The feeling of forcing the soul and body to be torn apart, no matter how many times you can't adapt.

Fortunately, this time it was not as unbearable as the first time I came into contact with this kind of memory fragments. At that time, his body almost cracked, and even the human form could not be maintained. Xiao Lan could only take him out of the game.

According to the master's plan, the power of the rebels will be divided into pieces scattered in many game fields.

The main part with consciousness is sealed in a darkness where time and space are solidified, which is called the black prison.

The black jail door was set in an envelope.

Later, the envelope was thrown into the novice field by the master randomly, and it was unremarkable in disguise.

Newcomers who come and go will walk past him.

They searched clues around him, calculated each other, and experienced life and death and betrayal.

But he couldn't see any message left by him.

He could only repeatedly try in vain to try to attract their attention, until the remaining power was exhausted, he could no longer call for help, or even stay conscious.

If only relying on the engulfing instinct between his fragments, it may not be able to restore its original state for hundreds of years.

Even if it recovers, the guy with the instinct will probably not be the original one.

Fortunately, he finally met Xiao Lan.

The teenager who let go of his thoughts at that time later became his last hope.

Fortunately, Xiao Lan did not refuse to follow the unknown shadow in the envelope.

Everything seemed to be an accident, as if destined.

Luo slowly opened his eyes, the dangerous light glowing in his pale golden eyes.

He looked at the false sky above his head, his lips raised: "Are you ready for my return? My...brother."