I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After meeting with Xiao Chengyan, Xiao Lan felt a sense of urgency in recent days.

The most direct consequence is that he spends more time in the training room or player training ground in the room, as if there is inexplicable pressure behind him that is forcing him to continue to move forward.

Today, Xiao Lan also came to the player training ground.

This time he chose to play against random players.

The recorded opponents are all players who once galloped into the world. They have long since died, but their physical data has been retained as an accompaniment for other players.

Xiao Lan stood in the field, waiting for the emergence of his new opponent.

After the space in front was slightly distorted, a figure appeared gradually.

The man seemed a little puzzled at first, and after looking at his surroundings, he showed a self-deprecating smile: "This is the training ground, tweeting, it seems...I'm dead."

Looking at the person opposite, Xiao Lan couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

This person is--

At the age of fifteen, Xiao Chengyan was sent to find the man who was Xiao Lan.

He looks bigger and stronger than he was then.

The gray trench coat was tied casually to the waist, and the upper body was only wearing a black vest.

The exposed arm is muscular, and the body is still tattooed with left and right dragons and white tigers, but the number of tattoos is much more than it was then.

Since this man is under Xiao Chengyan, he is also a member without amnesty.

In other words, he actually belongs to the elite level of senior players.

But compared to senior players, this person looks more like a social punk who is proficient in eating, drinking, and gambling.

There was a feeling of grounded air, and it didn't look like a good person at all, and it even made people impulsively alarmed.

Therefore, the young boy Xiao Lan would be full of vigilance against him.

The man also saw Xiao Lan, raised his hand and waved it as a hello.

His smile was eager with a little frivolity: "Yo~ Isn't this the young master? We've seen it, do you remember me?"

Xiao Lan choked: "Young Master...?"

What is this title that is full of feelings?

The man said, "You are the boss's son, isn't it our young master, ha ha ha ha."

Xiao Lan reluctantly asked, "What do you call it?"

The other person gave a smug smile and said: "Young Master, you're welcome, just call me Tom Cruise Leonardo Depp Robert Bieber Beckham. This is my English name."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Have the ability to repeat it yourself?

This mess of naming patterns where the names and surnames are mixed together is known to the original owner and will want to kill this guy.

Xiao Lan struggled to pick a name that was more sensible: "... Tom, are you like Talent in Wu Amnesty?"

Tom said, "Hey, it's average, it's not much better than mine."

He went on to say: "The people who have no amnesty have basically seen you, and we are also curious about what the boss's son looks like~ but the boss does not let us appear in front of your mother and son, we can only watch it secretly, if the boss finds it He was beaten to death. But the sister-in-law is so beautiful, but unfortunately you don’t look like her..."

Xiao Lan: "...I want to beat you now too."

Tom quickly waved his hand: "Eh, I will talk about it, I just have nothing to say about it, I have absolutely nothing to do with the sister-in-law!!"

His voice suddenly became super quiet: "Dare to be pulled by the boss to reclaim the sea..."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Suddenly he thought of the written one that threw the erroneous employees to reclamation. Feeling reclamation is still the ancestral technique of their master and apprentice.

This brutal style is not necessary for inheritance!

Tom suddenly thought of something, a tone of memory: "You looked so pitiful at that time, we still want to secretly charge you some money, but the boss refused to let him, he said,'If I can't live like this, what can I do afterwards? ?'."

"Ah... but it's really Spartan education, and I don't know why he is like this. He never said that, and we dare not ask."

Seeing that Xiao Lan's expression was a little complicated, he hurried to remedy it: "Young Master, don't be sad. Although the boss won't let us help you, there were two loan sharks who planned to quietly put your sack on. Forbear? Then he rushed straight up and beat them up. It was a miserable beating. If we were pulling, we might have to go to social news."

"Look... this is what is called tiger poison and not a lion, right? Hey... there seems to be something wrong..." Tom scratched his head and tried to comfort Xiao Lan.

Because his personal language system version is too ridiculous, if he is allowed to scold the street, he can come for three days and three nights, and all kinds of personal attacks will come open, to ensure that the hatred is guaranteed to be stable, enough to spray the other side into doubting life.

But... comforting people is really a bit too hard for him.

Xiao Lan understood the other party's kindness, but he couldn't help laughing: "Thank you."

Tom rubbed his henhouse head: "Alas, it's a pity that we were all cold before you came in, and we weren't able to support you. It's a shame."

"Otherwise, when you go out, we stand as a bodyguard for you in the back row. That picture is so windy."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Thank you for your kindness, but this picture is a little bit too windy.

He does not have the kind of interest that must be noticed.

Xiao Lan asked: "Do you remember how you ended up...?"

Tom spread his hands: "I don't remember, I'm just a replica, not the original person. The advent of the world will let me out, and it must have erased important memories."

"I can only vaguely remember what I was going to do at the time, which should be very important."

"But looking at what it is now, it probably failed..."

Xiao Lan looked at the living person in front of him. He was a member without amnesty and died in that resistance.

They don't even know their names by other players.

Xiao Lan pressed down the emotions that flared up in his heart, and he took up his weapon: "Since we met at the training ground, why not give me a pointer."

Tom scratched his **** and said, "Are you sure? Don't look at me like this, but I am awesome?"

Xiao Lan nodded.

Members without amnesty can be evaluated by all elites, and there will certainly be no general.

Getting guidance from the other party is very valuable to him now.

Tom took a handful of watermelon knives that came standard on the streets.

The watermelon knife looked mediocre, but no one dared to underestimate it after it appeared in the hands of Wu Amnesty members.

Unlike the sleek appearance, when he shot, he was full of sharp and dangerous breath.

Tom's figure disappeared instantly, rushing to Xiao Lan like a gust of wind.

His attack had no fancy skills, and it was all fierce and merciless.

"Ding--"

The watermelon knife intersects the bone blade, making a crisp sound.

The force from the knife made Xiao Lan feel a little shocked. After the skill increase, his own strength was already very great, and the person on the opposite side was still above him!

The plain watermelon knife was not an unusual prop. The flame of Dalit only circulated on its surface for a moment, before it had time to attach, it was extinguished.

The rhythm of the battle is very fast, both sides are merciless, and the change of offense and defense is only instant.

The blade is flying at all times, threatening death.

Three minutes later, Xiao Lan's throat was cut.

After being injured by the training ground, Xiao Lan tightened his bone blade again: "Come again."

Tom picked up the knife: "There is a species."

The battle restarts.

Five minutes later, Xiao Lan was pierced into the heart.

Eight minutes later, Xiao Lan shot in the back and passed through his chest.

...

The battle restarted repeatedly.

Xiao Lan was killed 32 times, of which only 3 times his opponent was seriously injured.

But he has been holding on with the opponent for longer and longer. In such a battle, he has gained far more experience than before.

Xiao Lan sat on the floor panting, and this time he finally felt what it was called the strength of a contract.

The guy without amnesty is really unusual.

Tom came to him with a hippie smile: "Young Master, you are so good, you die so many times without blinking your eyes, you are worthy of being the eldest son. This is so deadly, imposing!"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Why doesn't this sound like boasting people?

Tom rubbed his hands and smiled pleasedly: "That... Young Master... You see that we have a relationship today... That... Can you look at it for today's sake, if you meet me in the future The younger brother helped him."

"You don't need to take him through customs, just... just look at him and help him a little."

Xiao Lan agreed directly: "Okay, does your brother have any characteristics?"

Tom picked his henhouse head: "It's a small stammer that looks weak. I like playing with grass when I have nothing. Ah... I'm talking about the grass."

Xiao Lan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "...It's normal for you not to explain, what is his name?"

Tom said: "Hua Bei, he is very timid, he is still afraid of life, and he hasn't been in the game for a long time. He was probably a junior when I died, ah, sorry, I didn't say it on purpose..."

Xiao Lan: "..."

What is called a car god, probably such a person.

Xiao Lan said: "I have seen a man named Huabei before, and his speech is a bit stuttering. His skills are related to plants. Can he use plant perception, make shields and stand-ins, right?"

Tom's eyes lit up and nodded excitedly: "Ah, yes, is he alright?"

Xiao Lan: "He is already an intermediate player. At that time we matched the same game field, and he also successfully cleared the game."

Tom laughed: "Hey, did stupid brother grow up."

Xiao Lan looked at Tom carefully: "Are you a brother? Dear?"

This social person of the left, the green dragon and the white tiger is nothing like the shy man of the herbivorous department.

Tom was anxious. He pointed at his own eyes: "Look, look carefully, our eyes are exactly the same. We are like fathers and mothers, not like other places, but the eyes are the most like."

Xiao Lan turned Hua Bei's face out of the horns of memory. It seemed that her eyes were quite similar.

However, the eyes of these two people are too different. One is soft and shy, and they will dodge when they look at each other; one seems to be standing on the peak of all the fools in this street.

As a result, the two seem to have nothing in common.

Brother, what a wonderful existence.

Xiao Lan tentatively said: "Your real name?"

It's not really a chant.

Tom's face collapsed: "Flower...cargo..."

Perhaps it is better to borrow.

Xiao Lan praised arrogantly: "Good name..."

Huajia looked sad and angry: "My mother likes seafood, so my dad gave our brother such a name. In order to please his wife, this man is simply not a good person."

Sure enough, each family has its own story, and each has its own wonderful works.

Kengwa's father is far more than one or two.

Huajia sighed: "That... Young Master, if you see Huabei in the future, can you not tell him that I am dead? The identity of the members without amnesty is kept secret, he does not know that I am also a player, I thought After I ran away from home that year, I have been out outside."

"Just let him think I'm still fooling outside, maybe I won't remember me in a few decades..."

"Of course, he has to be able to live until then."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Okay."

He wanted to say something to comfort the other party, but he felt a lot more, because in such a situation, words were useless.

There is no way to cross between life and death.

The two fell into a brief silence.

Suddenly, Huabei raised his head and asked Xiao Lan: "Do you have a cigarette, young master? I want to get one. I haven't smoked for a long time. I'm a little addicted to smoking. It is better to be No. 99 from the system.

"Sorry." Xiao Lan shook his head. He was a person who never smoked. "Why don't you wait for me for a while, I'll go to the system store and get it for you?"

As a system store that provides players with basic life supplies, there is still something like smoke.

And although the name is called a store, it doesn't collect money, which is a conscience in the industry.

Jiajia shook her head and looked a bit lonely: "Forget it, I'll think about it, anyway, I'm not a real Jiajia, I'm just a replica."

After leaving the training ground.

Xiao Lan was so miserable that he walked towards the system store and took a pack of No. 99 cigarettes into his storage space.

He didn't know why, maybe it was for the regret in his heart that he could not tell the truth.