I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

A game field like a jungle.

The first rich man is leading the players of Brother Xiao's support club to siege a contract player.

If Xiao Lan is here, you will find this is an acquaintance-

The little braid that appeared on Endemion wearing beach pants with a baseball bat.

The braid at the moment feels irritable.

The group of people in front of them is not strong, most of them are intermediate players, and there are occasionally a few senior players who are not top characters.

If they were separated, he could open all of them with a stick, and it wouldn't take much time at all.

But the division of labor was clear when this group of people fought.

In the distance, under the command of the green hair killing Matt, it was divided into several parts.

Carrying damage, melee output, creating obstacles, remote attack, the same as playing boss in the game.

and……

He looked at Zhao Xiaohe. There are still rare healing abilities in this group of bugs.

Although it seems to be only intermediate, it also caused him a lot of trouble.

Not only that, this group of people is too slippery.

Even those physique players are beaten and ran away, and they are not allowed to come back to hammer people to death.

Their fighting tactics are eclectic, and all kinds of tricks come and go.

Flashing a thousand years of killing, and avoiding a monkey stealing a peach, the braid felt like a green tendon bursting from his forehead.

This group of little bugs is so annoying. The green hair jumping up and down is particularly annoying.

His face was gloomy, and he squeezed the baseball bat in his hand firmly, glancing at the audience dangerously.

He intends to give them a one-off, once and for all, to let them understand that the contract is not something that these guys can provoke.

The braid raised his arms, and the ground under his feet suddenly sank an inch.

The players under siege also felt that the situation was not good and seemed to be opening up.

They carefully observed his movements, preparing to see the bad situation... slipping away before talking.

But suddenly, the movement of the braid froze.

The forehead mark was illuminated on his forehead, but this mark did not absorb his power. Instead, it expanded gradually, and even gradually spread to half of his body.

The braid feels wrong and tightens the muscles and is planning to resist.

But he was surprised to find that he could not violate the power of the contract mark, which made his heart sink suddenly.

The mark is still expanding, and continues to erode his will.

Little braid struggled hard, trying to keep himself awake.

But the look in his eyes was getting weaker and weaker, and gradually became dull.

The next moment, the white hard armor completely wrapped him, turning him into a white knight.

The White Knight stood still, motionless, like a sculpture.

The first rich man's intuition is not good. Although it is not clear what this is, it is obvious that the other party is getting stronger.

She screamed decisively: "Run!"

Everyone in Brother Xiao's support club did not hesitate at all, and within three seconds, the battlefield before the crowd of people suddenly calmed down.

They slipped away and took the trash by the way.

It seems that "Three-Second Run **" is really not learned in vain.

After a moment, the eyes of the white knight's helmet lit up.

A powerful coercion radiated from him, cold and terrifying.

The braid's personal will was completely lost, but his body moved voluntarily, and a spear appeared in his hand.

White Knight's head turned slightly, looking for his opponent, but found that there was no one around him.

White Knight: "..."

Another game field.

This looks like a reinforced concrete city.

The contract player who was about to get a lunch box in front of Mu Yang also became a white knight with a long sword at almost the same time, and his combat power surged instantly, almost sending him away with a sword.

Still Cheng Wen appeared in time, dragging him from the back by carrying his collar from the back, before Mu Yang escaped.

Mu Yang looked at the white knight, feeling terrified: "Boss, what is this?"

Cheng Wen moved his wrist a little: "I don't know, let's take a look first. Xiao Yang, don't get close to him first, just remote support."

"Good." Muyang nodded.

After the explanation, Cheng Wen rushed to the white knight who appeared suddenly in front.

Cheng Wen pointed the gun at the white knight in one stroke.

The silver bullet trickled directly into the gap of the white knight's helmet.

A bullet that could have easily penetrated several walls, but hit the White Knight without making any noise, as if it was engulfed.

After being attacked, the White Knight rushed towards Chengwen instantly.

Although he had a heavy armor, it didn't seem to affect his speed at all, and the snow-white long sword suddenly swept towards Cheng Wenyi.

Jian Feng was so fast that only a residual image remained, with a cold killing intention.

As soon as Cheng Wen jumped in place, his movements were extremely light, and after leveraging on the buildings around him, he jumped higher again.

He was still in the air, still shooting back, and the accuracy of the shooting was not affected at all.

Under Xiao Chengyan's Spartan education, Cheng Wenyi was not only a skilled man, but also a person with both melee and long-range abilities.

Finding a chance, Cheng Wen approached the White Knight and suddenly kicked him fiercely on his chest.

At the moment of kicking, Cheng Wen was a little surprised. He felt like a solid barrier under his feet, which could not be shaken.

The white long sword waved towards Cheng Wen again.

Cheng Wen ducked sideways, but this time because of the close distance, he still scratched his arm.

After pulling away from the White Knight again, Cheng Wen frowned slightly.

This attack is so weird, obviously it is a physical attack, but his skills cannot be eliminated.

The White Knight kicked the ground, preparing to rush to Cheng Wenyi again.

At this moment, a quagmire appeared under his feet. It seemed that there was infinite suction in the quagmire. His feet were firmly sucked, making his movements stagnate.

This is Mu Yang launched his skills.

This time he summoned a mage character. He just released a mire just in time and successfully controlled the White Knight temporarily.

Chengwen took the opportunity to change his bullets.

This time he put on a red bullet.

The surface of the red bullet has flame patterns flowing on it, and if you look closely, these flames seem to be burning.

"Bang--" The red bullet made a burning arc in the air and went straight to the White Knight.

The bullet exploded on the White Knight.

The flame and temperature, like the explosion of a shell, shattered all the surrounding glass.

However, after the explosion, the White Knight still stood in place.

A red bullet was embedded in his arm, burning like a brand.

Cheng Wenyi: "This guy is really strong..."

Then, a series of red bullets poured out, and the continuous explosion and the heat wave made the surroundings like hell.

After a series of explosions.

The position of the white knight calmed down, and no movement could be heard.

But the smoke hadn't dissipated, and I couldn't see what was going on inside.

Cheng Wen did not put it down, he still raised his gun on alert.

Suddenly, a strong suction appeared.

Cheng Wenyi felt like he was attacked by force majeure, his body rushed forward involuntarily.

In the smoke in front of him, a white long sword was emitting white light and struck his head.

"Boss!" Mu Yang, in a hurry, directly backhanded a soil wall technique, standing between Cheng Wenyi and the White Knight.

Under the attack of the white long sword, the earth wall technique only persisted for a moment and then shattered.

But this moment was enough, Cheng Wenyi took the opportunity to escape from the strange control power of the other party.

The white knight figure stepped out of the dust again.

There are several red burning bullet marks on his body. These bullet marks are constantly expanding, but he still cannot stop his action in a short time.

Cheng Wenyi's face sank.

Not because he has been attacking for so long, the other party is still alive and kicking, but because-

His hair was cut off.

His perfect hairstyle... was broken, broken, broken!

Do you know how important his hairstyle is? Do you know that even a small amount of his hair will affect the integrity of the entire style?

What's more, it is still such a sword without beauty.

That gap is so flat, without layers and lacking in design.

There has never been such an ugly gap in his hair.

Cheng Wen was angry.

He took out a golden bullet and put it in the gun.

Cheng Wenyi's tone still sounded calm: "Xiaoyang, you go further."

Although the boss's tone was calm, Mu Yang felt bad when he saw the boss.

Seeing this, he directly manipulated the mage to give himself a light body technique, and disappeared.

It was as fast as it was running.

I ran out so far that I could no longer see the city where I was fighting.

Mu Yang felt almost safe, and a huge explosion came from behind.

He turned back and saw a mushroom cloud rising in the distance like a small nuclear explosion.

It seems that the boss is really angry.

Why can't this guy think about it so much, he has to deal with the boss's hair.

You know, his boss is a fierce character, "You cut my hair, I cut your head."

Xiao Lan fell all the way down.

He seems to have been falling for a long time, and it's been a long time since there is no concept. He is almost unable to remember who he is.

Finally, Xiao Lan felt his feet stepped on the solid ground.

In the eye is the concrete stairs of the old building, which has smooth marks left after being trampled on over many years. The surrounding walls are a little dirty. Various stains and scratches are left on it, revealing a vicissitudes of time.

Xiao Lan looked around, what was he going to do?

The smell of meals from various households was heard in the corridor. The horizon was gorgeous sunset, and the sound of people greeting each other could be heard vaguely in the ear.

Oh... yes, he is going home.

Today is the weekend, he finished his part-time job and is going home to eat.

When Xiao Lan came home, he touched him and found that he did not bring the key.

So he had to knock on the door and let the people inside open the door for him.

"Boom Boom Boom"

After hearing the knock on the door, the door opened quickly.

It was a very beautiful woman who came to open the door, exuding a gentle but firm temperament.

She is not young anymore, but the fine lines on her face still do not damage her beauty, but she is a little too thin and looks like she is not in good health.

This is Xiao Lan's mother, Wen Qi.

Wen Qi smiled when she saw Xiao Lan: "Lan Lan, why did you forget to bring the key?"

Xiao Lan nodded at her: "Well, I probably forgot when I went out."

Xiao Lan walked into the house. It was a very old house with a small area, but it was clean and tidy.

In order to pay off their debts, their mother and son sold their original houses, often in various rental houses.

This is the house they just rented recently. It is very old and the location is not good, but the rent is cheap.

The smell of food is in the room.

Wen Qi's cooking is very good. In Xiao Lan's heart, her mother's dishes have always been more delicious than those in restaurants outside.

Wen Qi said to her son: "Tired, go wash your hands, and stew your sirloin today."

Although they have no money, they cannot afford to live in a good house or wear good clothes.

But Wen Qi is still very concerned about the child's nutrition.

She has never mistreated her children in food. Whether it is meat, vegetables or milk, she will arrange for Xiao Lan.

Perhaps Xiao Lan did not grow as tall as some people, but also had the care of her mother.

Xiao Lan looked around, inexplicably feeling a little nostalgic.

After he missed it, he felt weird again. This is his own home. Why does it feel like he hasn’t been back for a long time...

Wen Qi found her son's eccentricity and couldn't help laughing: "How stupefied? People who are all grown up still like to be in a daze."

When Xiao Lan heard the word "adult", there was a strange feeling in her heart.

Adulthood, what seems to happen...

But in a flash, he left the idea behind, and washed his hands first to prepare for dinner.

At the dinner table, Xiao Lan ate dishes prepared by her mother.

The moment his mouth was occupied by the familiar taste, he suddenly felt his eyes hot.

He doesn't know what the reason is, is he too hungry today?

Wen Qi suddenly said, "Today I received a call from the doctor, saying that I recently had a new treatment to try and cure my disease..."

Xiao Lan said: "Then we will take a look tomorrow."

Wen Qi hesitated: "But... the cost of treatment..."

Xiao Lan: "It's okay, treatment is important, I will find a way."

Wen Qi looked at his son, and his eyes seemed to flash complicated emotions that he could not understand.

After a long time she nodded: "Okay."

Early the next morning, Xiao Lan took leave from the part-time job and accompanied her mother to the hospital.

After a period of time, there were many examinations, then consultations, and finally surgery.

After nervously waiting outside the operating room for a long time, Xiao Lan finally waited for her mother to be pushed out.

The doctor said to Xiao Lan: "The operation was very successful. As long as you have a good rest, then it will be good to come back regularly for a review."

Wen Qi is still asleep under the effect of anesthesia, her quiet sleep is pale and beautiful.

Xiao Lan looked at her mother's sleepy face and listened to the good news from the doctor, but once again a strange feeling appeared in her heart.

It was like... He seemed to know that this operation would not succeed...

The mother who came out of the operating room did not seem to be sleeping peacefully.

Instead, it was gradually cold, with a gray face and eyes that would never open again.

Xiao Lan stopped his dangerous thoughts in time.

It’s obviously a good thing for my mother to be cured, it must be that he is too worried, so he thinks too much.

After saying thanks to the doctor, Xiao Lan and her mother returned to the ward.

After a period of recovery, Wen Qi was finally discharged.

Xiao Lan packed her things in a good mood and went home with her mother.

It was already early summer at this time, and the sycamore trees on the street grew very lush.

Some dazzling sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves, forming small spots on the ground.

The weather is not too hot, making people feel very comfortable.

Walking on the street, Wen Qi rarely smiled lightly: "We will definitely get better and better in the future."

Xiao Lan also smiled: "Yes."

Wen Qi said: "At that time we will find a way to find the missing dad. If he can come back, our family will be reunited."

The words "Daddy" seem to have pressed a switch, and the feeling of misalignment in my heart gradually connected in series.

Dad, it seems to be different from what mom said...

He is not missing, but...

A lazy young man’s voice sounded in his mind:

"Tyrant? Ha ha, the real tyrant is Xiao Chengyan, and I don't even count one-tenth of him."

"Xiao Chengyan never explained any reason to me, but just said, "Since it is my son, I will give him a chance as a gift for adulthood." I think you should understand this sentence better than I do."

Then came another voice, this time a lot deeper:

"Rebellion, change, there can be no sacrifice, this is the same at any time, everyone can die, and I will make an exception without reason."

"Watch fireworks?"

"Goodbye son, hahahahahahaha..."

Xiao Lan instantly realized what.

Dad, Xiao Chengyan, coming to the world, rebels...

He looked at himself because he had many wounds because of part-time job, and because of the perennial training he covered his palms.

Then he turned to look at his face in the reflection of the window. The young man in the reflection was already an adult. The facial features were clear and his eyes were clear and firm. This was not what he was like.

Why didn't he realize it before?

Walking along, Wen Qi found that her son had not followed.

She turned her head a little puzzled: "What's wrong Lan Lan? Is it too tired lately and a little uncomfortable?"

She said that she looked at her son and tried to find something wrong with him.

Xiao Lan looked at the ruddy color in front of her eyes, tortured her mother who was a little younger, and finally woke up.

His mother actually did not get better at all. The result of that operation failed, and she died at the time.

She was pale and haggard when she died, and she could hardly see the beauty of the year.

His mother should not be here.

The mother in front of him was just fabricated by his memories.

All this is false and a sweet illusion.

All the sense of disobedience that had appeared in his heart was telling him to wake up quickly.

Although beautiful here, it is not your world.

Xiao Lan looked at Wen Qi and whispered, "I'm leaving."

Wen Qi puzzled: "Where are we going? Are we going home?"

Xiao Lan shook his head: "I'm going... Facing what I have to do, there are still many people waiting for me. I don't know if I can succeed in the end, but I have to do it."

The battle with the advent of the world continues, ignoring the players being trapped in it, and Luo's life and death are unknown.

He must do something to break this situation.

Wen Qi didn't seem to understand it, and she seemed to think of something. She tried to ask, "It's the same as Dad?"

Xiao Lan was surprised by her keenness, he nodded.

Wen Qi felt some emotions: "You... I really deserve to be a father and son..."

She looked up at her son, who was a lot taller than herself. Her eyes were both comforting and reluctant.

Wen Qi still smiled: "Come on, my mother can't help you, and don't know what the **** is, so that you can all be so desperate. But still hope you take good care of yourself and stick to your own path, don't be afraid. "

Although she was just a phantom pieced together from Xiao Lan's memories, her concern for her son was true at this moment.

Xiao Lan finally gave her a nostalgic look: "Goodbye, Mom."

After talking, he turned and left.

Wen Qi's voice came from behind: "Come back early and bake your favorite cookies when it comes."

Xiao Lan's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't look back, he just said softly, "Okay."

But what my mother didn't know was-

Her children can never eat the cookies she made.