I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After a successful blow, Luo's hand was withdrawn from the chest of the master, but the movement of his withdrawal was not gentle, and by the way, the injury to the chest of the master was torn again by a few points.

The pain of tearing continued to come from the wound, and the black on the chest was constantly spreading outward, making the master feel weaker and weaker.

At the same time, Xiao Lan must respond to the increasingly sharp attacks.

All this made the master feel the pressure, he barely raised the lightsaber and continued to fight Xiao Lan.

But this time, he has fallen into full disadvantage.

Xiao Lan's attack was sharper than that of the knife, and the black blade was swept across the nose of the master's nose. He almost cut his head with two strokes.

The master evaded hard in Xiao Lan's attack.

Suddenly, he accidentally was kicked sideways by Xiao Lan.

The entire body of the dominator flew out suddenly, and after striking an arc in the air, he smashed into the heap of the body of the sequencer.

Surrounded by scattered white armor, the lord felt as if he were in the cemetery.

He reached out and wiped off the stains on his face, but Xiao Lan's decomposition power had broken down a large gap in his epidermis, exposing the white interior below.

The master felt that a flame was about to burst in his heart.

Is this the emotion called anger?

Xiao Lan carried the knife and approached the master step by step.

He was obviously not injured easily, but each step was still very stable, showing no signs of weakness.

Judgment from reason tells the master that if he goes on like this, he will be completely defeated by the opponent.

In the end, it may end more miserably than the rebels.

No, it can't be like this.

The Dominator once again launched the energy absorption of the contract players and used their vitality to strengthen themselves.

Although these guys are still useful, it will cause a lot of trouble if they are used up once, but now they can't care about that much.

White mist once again poured into this white space.

At the same time, many contract players are directly absorbed by the contract mark on their foreheads during the battle.

This time it is no longer the contracted players who have been placed on the order to become the target of domination. The same is true for some contracted players who are cooperating with teammates, and the sight of everyone disappears.

Thanks to the master's blessing, many players who were exhausted by the contract and escaped unexpectedly.

But the contractors who witnessed such a scene were cold.

They can no longer keep calm, as long as it is not a fool who can see that this is a problem with the contract's mark!

A player almost stands unsteady: "The contract...is simply a scam..."

A young man desperately cut the skin of his forehead with a knife: "I don't want to contract anymore, lift it!!! Lift it!!!"

However, they have exhausted all the methods and cannot cancel the contract mark.

Who would have thought that this kind of sign that originally represented glory would eventually become a curse of death?

Among the contract players, a forehead of a long-haired woman was also marked.

She looked at the horrified eyes of the people around her and realized that she couldn't stop the absorption of the mark. She was ruthless and directly plunged into her own heart.

At least, she wanted to die as a person.

The blood splashed and the woman's body fell to the ground.

However, the contract sign still did not let her go.

I saw that the mark on the forehead of the corpse was still shining and getting brighter and brighter. Synchronously, the woman's corpse was gradually withered.

In the end, nothing was left.

Despair is overwhelming the players of the contract.

It turns out that after the contract, they are not human beings, they... just become livestock...

Even, they are not qualified to choose self-closing.

Ordinary players who have witnessed this scene cannot help feeling sympathetic.

At the same time, I felt afraid after a while, in case I could not bear the temptation of power, I also chose to become a contract...

No, wait, it seems that they are simply not eligible for a contract with their strength.

It's a heartbreaking reality.

Absorbing the white mist, the master briefly suppressed the black diffusion on the chest.

He held a lightsaber and continued to play against Xiao Lan.

But all three parties in the battle knew that this was only temporary.

At this time, Xiao Lan was wounded, and the [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] has been damaged. This prop is simply unable to resist this level of attack from the master.

Every moment, Luo is fighting against the engulfing of the master and fighting back with all his strength.

As the ruler, he lost his core. In the face of Xiao Lan and Luo's attack, he had to absorb the temporary support of contract players, but the remaining contract players have become fewer and fewer.

This is a delicate and fragile balance.

They have almost reached the limit, and now it depends on who can get the chance to break the deadlock.

A large, but dirty and dark sewer.

Everyone in the Brother Xiao Support Association found a place to rest.

There is no strong leader in this group of people, almost all are composed of intermediate players, and senior players are only the first rich and few others, and they are not top.

But just a short distance away from the rest of the people, a pile of white armor that was demolished almost invisible was soaking in the sewage.

That is the orderer.

Such a miscellaneous army actually besieged a peacekeeper!

But the price is also very high.

They were all dirty like beggars, and they all carried varying degrees of injuries, and many had missing arms and broken legs, and a few were already comatose.

A group of people are healing each other.

The first rich man leaned against the wall, her green hair was stained with blood, her arm was broken, and the **** wound was a bit scary.

Zhao Xiaohe's palm glowed light blue, and he was treating the first wealthy man.

Under her abilities, the first rich and noble arm grew little by little.

At this time, Zhao Xiaohe was also dirty. Her eyes were full of blood, and she looked tired.

The first rich man whispered: "Xiao He, do you want to take a break first?"

Zhao Xiaohe shook his head: "It's okay, I can continue. Everyone gets better sooner, so we have hope."

The first wealthy man tried to encourage everyone in the room with a relaxed tone: "Don't give up, after finishing this vote, victory is ours!"

"Look, even this super **oss has been solved by us. What does it mean? It means that we are destined to win!"

"At that time, the house is ours, the car is ours, and you can fight back home for thirty years."

Affected by the first rich man, a man in a t-shirt said, "My girlfriend is still waiting for me..."

A somewhat mellow woman said, "You don't know, the food prepared by my husband is delicious..."

Someone beside me said: "You two are just like putting flags on your backs and burping before the end."

The woman felt as if she were, and turned to look at him: "What about you?"

The man thought for a while: "I still have ten years of mortgage... I have to go out alive, I can't afford a bank."

The woman smiled: "If we succeed this time, you will have two suites."

The man also smiled: "Yeah, I can't die."

The atmosphere was a little more active, and the woman seemed very talkative again. She asked a shy teenager in the corner, "What about you?"

The boy held back for a long time, and finally came a sentence: "I... haven't finished my homework..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..." A burst of joyous laughter broke out from the crowd.

"Hahahaha, even if you saved all mankind, you still have to go home and do your homework!"

"Hahaha poor student party."

The air is full of pleasant breath.

Inside an old castle.

Qi Ning stepped on the head of a sequencer, and the black clothes on her body were damaged.

He stood on the high **** where the corpses piled up, some of them came from the sequencer, others were the vampires in the copy.

While playing with the scalpel, he looked down at it from the top.

There are more sequencers on the ground. They walk towards Qi Ning like they do not know fatigue and fear.

Qi Ning touched the mask on his face.

In a fierce battle, the beak mask has been damaged.

Qi Ning simply took it off and tossed it aside at will.

Without masking, Qi Ning's deep facial features were exposed. His eyes were very light, and his eyes were cold and murderous.

The snow-white hair is stained with blood, and the contrast between red and white appears very bright even in the night.

The sequencers are getting closer.

Qi Ning's lips evoked a smile without temperature: "Come, don't want to leave again."

A snowy field.

Cheng Wen solved the last orderer who besieged him one shot at a time.

At this time, the bodies around the boss and the sequencer were lying on the ground around him.

Cheng Wen took two steps and found that his white suit jacket was stained.

He took off his clothes and threw it away, and saw that his shirt was also stained with blood, as if it was still blood on his wound.

He searched the storage space, but there was no spare clothes for him to replace.

Realizing this cruel fact, Cheng Wen couldn't help but reveal a disgusted expression.

Mistakes, I didn't expect such an important strategic reserve to be unprepared.

"Boss." The remotely supported Mu Yang ran with Shirley.

Shirley happily "Mi Woo" when she saw that her master was fine.

Cheng Wenyi no longer struggles with clothes.

He scratched Shirley's chin smoothly, and sorted his hair a little, waving to Mu Yang: "Xiao Yang, go, go to the next game field."

Half collapsed on the high building.

Wen Zhixian and Feng Sheng stood condescendingly in front of the window, and many buildings around them were completely ruined.

Feng Sheng shot calmly and shot, each shot aimed at the weakness of the sequencer's head.

Wen Zhixian also used ice cones to snipe from afar, and the efficiency was not bad.

There are many corpses of sequencers lying on the ground, but there are still sequencers pushing towards them from the surroundings, endlessly, it seems that there is no limit.

Wen Zhixian smiled and asked Feng Sheng: "A Sheng, we have no way out."

Feng Sheng shot calmly: "Are you afraid?"

Wen Zhixian shook his head, and his backhand was another ice cone: "No, let's call this the battle against the water."

In a corridor made entirely of metal.

Wang Ke and Wang Teddy rushed into the group of preachers.

Their figure flashed in it. The two cooperated with each other as if they were invincible. The blades were continuously waved, and those who kept order fell down.

Wang Teddy lifted the heads of the sequencers with a dagger: "Brother, can you still hold it?"

The blade of Wang Ke's men was not slow: "I can't fall down before killing them!"

Players who break into the advent world are constantly destroying the game.

Countless game fields have been destroyed, bosses have been killed, and even the sequencers bearing the dominant power cannot stop them.

Numerous game loopholes have appeared, making the entire advent of the world shocked.

Finally, after a certain game field was destroyed.

It was like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel finally appeared, the ground oscillated continuously, and the sky was completely broken, revealing a chaos and nothingness inside.

The fragmentation of the sky also affected this white world, and even the ruler was affected.

His strength fluctuated violently, and the dominant eyes widened: "Human...how is it possible..."

Xiao Lan slowly smiled, and the opportunity he waited for arrived.

Taking advantage of the moment when the master made mistakes, he quickly bullied him and mercilessly plunged into the master's eyebrows.

The decomposing power carried on the knife rushed into the master's body frantically.

With this knife, many cracks spread from the wound that dominated the eyebrows and quickly spread to the whole body, making him look like a broken puppet.

At the same time, the darkness of the dominating chest suddenly spread, spreading with unstoppable momentum on his body.

In an instant, the master was wrapped in it.

The dark rebels finally swallowed the pure white master.

However, the black expansion did not stop.

It continued to spread towards the dominating surroundings, infecting the entire chess board, turning this white world into black, and then spreading into the distance.

The turbulent game field is quiet.

But before waiting for players to breathe a sigh of relief, a pure black appeared in the air, obscuring the previous chaos, causing all the game fields to fall into darkness.

Successive changes and sudden darkness make players uneasy.

But the darkness did not last long, and soon the games regained their original light, and the sky was no longer broken.

At the next moment, no matter whether it is an ordinary player, a rebel who breaks into the game, or good luck, a contract player who is neither absorbed by the master nor transformed into a sequencer, everyone heard the system prompt.

This time the system prompts are different from the previous ones:

"Ding Dong--"

"Players who have come to the world, now you will all have a chance to return to reality completely."

"Players who choose to leave will lose all their abilities and props, and will be wiped out of all memories of the coming world, and will cut off all connections with the coming world."

"Players who choose not to leave will continue the game, and after the power reaches the awakening, they can unlock new life forms."

As soon as this announcement came out, the players who participated in the resistance cheered:

"We won!"

"I am free!!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha I'm going home!!!"

They were ecstatic, cheering, and celebrating this hard-won victory.

Everyone is prepared for the worst, but they still can't help but expect the best result.

Fortunately, fortunately they finally waited for the end of this dream.

The rest of the players also pondered this system prompt inconceivably.

Can they leave the game?

Someone whispered to the people around them, "Is it true?"

People around answered: "You try...?"

The speaker was silently concerned about the option of leaving in his mind, still unable to bear such a temptation, he chose yes.

Then his figure disappeared directly.

People around were shocked: "Really! You can really leave!!"

When the words fell, several people who couldn't help trying chose to leave.

Such scenes are repeated in many places.

Countless players forced to struggle in life and death can't wait to get out of hell.

They have experienced so many struggles between life and death here, and every day is a heavy shackle for them, making them feel almost suffocated.

Some people think about the sentence "After the power reaches the awakening, you can unlock a new life form" thoughtfully.

Measure whether you want to leave.

The invisible haze over the real world finally faded.

It's just that such a large number of missing people, combined with the situation of collective amnesia, will eventually be transmitted to the world as an unsolved mystery.

Uncle Zhang returned home after working overtime and saw his son standing in the living room playing with Tie Han Han with big eyes and small eyes.

There was some confusion in the son's eyes, he seemed to have forgotten something.

Uncle Zhang smiled, no matter what happened, just come back.

In the dark sewer.

The players of Brother Xiao's support club were full of joy, and they were not too dirty and danced directly on the spot.

Zhao Xiaohe asked the first rich man: "Sister rich, will you leave?"

The first rich man said: "No, I will still stay in reincarnation."

Zhao Xiaohe was surprised: "Why, your grades are so good, you should go back to study."

The first rich man said: "The boss said, he will invest in my research projects. If you know that we are engaged in academics, if there is no investment, it is very hard. My mentor is bald in order to pull investment. I can I don't want to be like this in the future."

Zhao Xiaohe's mouth slightly opened: "..."

Is there such a bitterness in the world of Xueba?

The first rich man asked: "How about you, leave?"

Zhao Xiaohe shook his head and said a little embarrassedly: "My grades are not good, it is estimated that I will not be able to enter the university in the future, the job of reincarnation is better than I can find, and the welfare system is better than many companies."

After experiencing the beatings of society prematurely, the way girls think has become very realistic.

Almost in the old castle that will become ruins.

Qi Ning watched Moonlight fall into thought.

He originally wanted to leave the advent world to accompany Cen Wei, but he also noticed the content of awakening in the system prompt.

If he can achieve awakening, will he have more powerful power to make Cen Wei really come back?

And, if you meet a wanted criminal in the advent of the world...

That's really fun.

Haunted classroom.

Wu Ting looked at Xiao Qing on his wrist: "Xiao Qing, I'm going back. After all, my dream is to be a first-line female anchor."

The white snake rubbed his wrist with some reluctance.

Wu Ting was also reluctant to let Xiao Qing, he touched Xiao Qing's head: "I will not leave now, just find a reliable person to take care of you."

Whom are you looking for? It's better to be a reliable and not afraid of snakes... Wu Ting's eyes flashed before someone he knew, and suddenly stopped on someone: "Uncle, just please you."

In a tall building.

Wen Zhixian **** and sat on the ground: "Oh, I'm exhausted. Fortunately, Xiao Lanlan and Xiao Lolo give it a try. After a while, it's estimated that I will be cold."

Feng Sheng walked to his side: "Will you leave?"

Wen Zhixian didn't hesitate: "No, I can only see you here, will we wake up and become stronger together?"

Feng Sheng smiled rarely: "Okay."

Cheng Wenyi's room.

The moment the prompt to the world appeared, he could not wait to return to the player's station.

Then he rushed into the bathroom with the fastest speed of his life.

What to say after leaving or not leaving, now it is first to take a bath and change clothes, and then find a hair stylist to trim the hairstyle.

The continuous battle left him with blood and mud, and his hair was missing. His clothes were still mixed with white armor fragments. He had never been so sloppy in his life.

Soaking in the bathtub, Cheng Wenyi felt like he was handsome again.

At this time, he received contact from Mu Yang.

"Will you leave?"

"It should not be. I am very interested in awakening, and there should be some people left in the reincarnation, which will not be scattered."

"How about you?"

"Neither do I. I said to follow your boss all the time."

"Childish, have you finished your homework?"

"..."

"Add two more essays."

High-tech base.

Wang Teddy sat on the console: "Brother, shall we leave?"

Wang Ke was silent.

Originally, it was his dream to leave the advent world with his brother, because besides this, he did not know how to ensure that his brother would not be injured in such a dangerous world.

But suddenly, my brother grew up and grew to a point where he did not need to be protected.

This made him feel a little confused.

Wang Teddy said with a smile: "There is no time limit anyway, we can go home and scan the tomb for our parents, and then decide later."

Wang Ke thought about it and looked at his brother: "Alright."

Only then did he realize that his younger brother was almost as tall as he sat now...

It must be the reason why the console itself is very high! It’s not that he didn’t increase the pad today to get started! ! ! !

Xiao Lan found himself back in the room.

Everything is as usual in the room, but there is no figure of Luo.

After dealing with his injuries, he couldn't help but walked to the window and looked at the street below.

Today's streets are full of people, these players' faces are full of ecstasy, some people are about to drink the last glass of wine, some people cry on the street, some people hugged and jumped around .

These are the scenes that are not usually seen, but it makes the player station so vivid for the first time.

I don’t know how many of the people he knew would choose to leave after this battle, and which ones would choose to stay.

Suddenly, the room fell into darkness.

Xiao Lan stood in the darkness and could not hear any sound.

But there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know how long it has passed, and footsteps have sounded behind me, elegant and restrained.

A figure also came behind him with footsteps.

Luo's voice with a gentle smile: "Sir, I'm late to come back."

Xiao Lan turned to look at him and realized that Luo's whole body did not seem to be missing parts before he was relieved: "Welcome back."

Then, there were two people who were getting closer and closer. Their figures gradually merged together under the reflection of the lights outside the window.

This night, the two men, who had no scruples, went crazy and shared their happiness and enthusiasm with each other.

The next day, when Xiao Lan woke up, it happened to meet Luo's light golden eyes that did not know how long he had stared at him.

Luo smiled with a slight brow: "Early, sir."

Xiao Lan leaned over and kissed his cheek: "Good morning."

After the two got up, Xiao Lan came to the living room after washing, and found Luo Zheng sitting on the sofa waiting for him, as if to have something to say.

Xiao Lan asked: "What's wrong?"

Luo reached out his hand, and a gleam of white light shone faintly on his palm.

Xiao Lan felt a familiar breath on the white light: "Is this the master?"

Luo nodded: "Neither I nor him can be completely killed, so the most critical part remains after swallowing his power."

Xiao Lan wondered: "Why didn't you take him out last night."

Lowry said bluntly: "I didn't think of it."

In front of the husband, what dominates is a passerby who is not worthy of having a name.

Xiao Lan sat next to him: "Then what are you going to do."

An envelope appears in Luo's hands, which is different in style but looks as worthless as his: "I will also send him an envelope, maybe one day he will meet someone who is willing to trust him and let him know about humans. ."

Xiao Lan asked: "Will he recover like you?"

Luo said: "I have devoured his power, and I will seal the envelope to death, if he comes out, I will feel the first."

Xiao Lan raised her eyebrows. Isn't this quite equivalent to life imprisonment?

To be exiled in the game world, for the supreme master who is used to being high, it may be more uncomfortable than dying as a king.

He was pretty sure that Luo this guy is definitely avenging.

Luo took out a pen and prepared to write the name of the master on the envelope.

Suddenly he remembered a very important thing: "The master is just a name from status, in fact he has no name."

Xiao Lan enthusiastically suggested: "Get him one?"

Luo Congrui promised, "You are not as good as Mr.?"

Xiao Lan thought for a while and said seriously: "Dog eggs, according to our human customs, such a name represents the blessing of longevity."

Luo nodded and praised sincerely: "It's a good name."

There was an oncoming plastic brotherhood in the praise.

Then Luo swiped with a big stroke, leaving the big words "dog egg" on the envelope.

Then he stretched out his hand to open the space and threw the envelope into the game field.