I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Luo took Xiao Lan and galloped under the red moon.

The crimson moon still hangs high in the night sky, and the light red light it sheds coats everything on the ground with a thin layer of red, whether it is the dark sky, the silent college, or the originally lush forest.

At the same time, it also made the two under the moon seem to be wearing red veils.

Luo's speed was very fast, and the figures of the two merged into one under the moonlight, almost turning into an invisible afterimage.

Xiao Lan enjoyed the rare automatic escape treatment, he put his arms around Luo's neck to stabilize his body.

Because of this action, the distance between the two has narrowed again, and Xiao Lan can feel the breathing and heartbeat of the other party who are still running at such a high speed.

On the other side, feeling the warm breath near his neck, the corners of Luo's mouth curled up slightly.

He lightly rubbed his chin against the top of Xiao Lan's head, the feeling of fluffy hair made him feel a little better, and he tightened Xiao Lan's embrace again without any trace.

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

The dangerous red figure behind her is still far away, but the distance between the two sides has become wider and wider. According to the current situation, with the help of terrain obstacles, she should be able to get rid of her soon.

Seemingly judging that the prey was about to escape, Madam Hongyue raised her hand.

Obviously this is the posture to attack.

"I'll come." Xiao Lan whispered in Luo's ear.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Luo's tone was very relaxed, and he didn't mean to worry about the situation at all.

The next moment, Madam Hongyue threw out the sharp fan decisively, and accompanied by the flickering cold light, the whistling sound of piercing the air hit Luo's back.

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

At this time, Xiao Lan had already switched the [Bone of Dalit] to the stick form, and kept her eyes on the direction the fan was coming from.

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

When the fan came into his attack range, Xiao Lan raised his hand to strike accurately.

"Ding——" the sharp fan collided with the pale bone, immediately deviated from the original direction, and fell to the side.

At the same moment, Xiao Lan's stingy and often feigning death skill came alive again:

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

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

[Ability: None]

[Explanation: Zhang Dong also knows that you all want this very much]

Xiao Lan: "..."

Why is it you again! !

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

The last time it was an autograph, this time it was even more extreme and it was an autographed photo. This guy is endless!How many peripheral products has he prepared?

Xiao Lan felt speechless about the rubbish effect of her skills.

African chiefs are not worthy of dreams.

With Xiao Lan's obstruction, Luo led him around the corner of the building, and the figures of the two melted into the darkness and gradually faded away.

Madam Hongyue waved her hand, and the fan returned to her hand as if it had been manipulated.

But the previous prey has disappeared.

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

Not long after, she closed her folding fan, gracefully raised the hem of her skirt, turned and walked towards the north tower.

-

Luo took Xiao Lan back to the student dormitory area.

There was silence all around.

Not only was there no one to be seen, there was not even a trace of movement.It seems that because of the red moon night, even the most restless students would not choose to sneak out to play at this time.

The two returned to Xiao Lan's bedroom like this.

Only then did Luo put Xiao Lan down: "Are you not injured?"

Xiao Lan checked her own condition, except for the sore muscles and numbness in her wrists caused by fighting with Mrs. Hongyue, there was nothing unusual.

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

"Fortunately, I should be fine after a night's sleep." Xiao Lan felt a little regretful after finishing speaking, "It's a pity that I couldn't enter the northern tower to take a look."

Luo stretched out his hand to remove the blade of grass from his head during the previous fight: "You have exhausted a lot today, so it's not suitable for you to fight with others again. Why don't I go with you tomorrow night?"

Xiao Lan thought about it, and it is true that he does not have much physical strength left. If he encounters any danger, it will be difficult to deal with it. Even if Luo will definitely help, he can't hold back with peace of mind. It is best to keep both of them fighting. good situation.

The game is only starting the second day now, so there should be plenty of time.

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

"I will continue to search for my fragments here, but—" Luo looked at him with a smile: "I will leave after you fall asleep."

Xiao Lan cast a puzzled look.

Without any guilt, Luo Si found an aboveboard and omnipotent reason: "To prevent accidents."

After a while.

After Xiao Lan took a shower, he changed into the college uniform pajamas. When he came out while wiping his hair, Luo sat on the chair beside his bed and read a book lazily. He even put on his gold rim Glasses.

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

The movements of Xiao Lan's hands stopped unconsciously.

He looked at Luo in a daze, this scene was so familiar, as if he had seen Luo quietly at night like this before, but he searched his memory, but there was no such fragment.

Could it be in that 15-year-old dream again?

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

Xiao Lan came back to his senses, only to realize that Luo had already stood in front of him at some point, the height difference between the two was quite large, and he could only see Luo's eyes when he raised his head.

Then, Luo reached out and took the towel in Xiao Lan's hand to wipe her hair carelessly.

Luo: "Leave it to me, sir."

In Luo's eyes, Xiao Lan's skill in wiping hair is no different from his stream-of-consciousness cooking skills.

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

Things in the world are familiar once and twice. When Luo wiped her hair 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 human beings is used to continuously break through.

The skin will continue to thicken in this process.

The two chatted one after another, and no one cared whether the topic was nutritious or not.

With just the right amount of gentle power on top of her head, Xiao Lan felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.Finally, his head tilted, and he fell towards Luo, breathing evenly.

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

Xiao Lan leaned against him, sleeping defenselessly, the young man's body was thin and flexible, and it still carried the fragrance of just after taking a bath.

Although Luo couldn't see Xiao Lan's expression in such a posture, it didn't affect his ability to picture in his mind the sleeping face that he had watched for countless nights.

Luo lightly stroked Xiao Lan's back, then gently put him back into the bed and covered him with the quilt.

Finally, he leaned over slightly, approached the sleeping Xiao Lan, and gently kissed the top of his slightly curly hair.

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

After speaking, Luo turned off the lights in the room and walked out of the room in the darkness.

This time, he is full of great expectations for finding his lost fragments.

-

In the pitch-black dreamland, Xiao Lan felt that her eyes became clear again.

Everything around him was somewhat familiar. It was the room that he accidentally entered when he was being chased in his dream. The door of the room had been restored to its original state, and there was no trace of a fight.

In the dream, he was sitting at the table, the candles on the table were emitting warm light, and the air was filled with the mellow smell of black tea.

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

He sat opposite Xiao Lan, and looked at the young man in front of him with light golden eyes: "You look very embarrassed, little guy, is this your first time coming in?"

The boy didn't understand: "This is the first time... come in?"

The man didn't answer directly, he stretched out his hand towards the young man: "It's not okay to bandage your wrist like this, it will make the wound worse. Do you mind letting me have a look?"

The boy passed his wrist into the man's hand.

Watching the other party elegantly unwrap his messy wound, revealing a blister left by a severe burn inside. The blister has burst, and the surrounding area is red and swollen. It doesn't look good.

"The wound was treated badly. Not only was it not treated with medicine, it was even infected," the man commented.

The boy lowered his head, his bandaging skills were only at this level, he didn't even find the family medicine box, he just found a piece of cloth and wrapped it up, he didn't even know whether it was gauze or not.

No wonder the wound kept hurting.

Although he disliked the young man's bandaging technique, the man in black handled the wound neatly for him, debridement and disinfection, removal of necrotic parts and blood scabs, and application of medicine... Every step was standard and did not make the young man feel uncomfortable. How much it hurts.

"Okay." The man in black took care of the last gauze and let go of the boy's wrist.

Then he checked the boy's other places, and there were some strangle marks on his neck, but because the boy had been struggling hard, it was not as serious as imagined.

At the same time, because the boy's dodge was timely, there were not many injuries left on his body.

The man in black also helped the boy put some ointment on his neck: "At this level, there will be no traces left soon."

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

The man in black put his chin on one hand and thought for a while: "Hmm... I should be called Lawrence, right?"

juvenile:"……"

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

The man in black smiled and didn't seem to care too much: "Just call me Lawrence. Anyway, the name is just a code name. I'm the teacher here."

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

The man in black picked up the black tea and poured a cup for the young man by the way: "Please use it."

Then he continued: "This is Cliff Academy, which belongs to the Advent World. As for why you appear here, according to a certain guy, it is because 'you are the lucky one who was chosen'."

Holding the black tea, the boy was full of doubts: "Lucky?"

He didn't think this kind of activity of being hunted down could be called luck.

The man in black said: "If you are chosen to enter the world of descent, then you will have the opportunity to gain power."

Boy: "Then... what if someone doesn't want to? Can they leave?"

The man in black was a little puzzled: "Why don't you want to, isn't it the instinct of creatures to seek power?"

The boy was also very puzzled by the man's words: "But, everyone has different pursuits, some want to be a businessman, some want to be a writer, some want to be a star, and maybe some people's dream is to make super delicious cakes Woolen cloth?"

The man in black's handsome face rarely showed confusion, he tilted his head: "Why is there such a strange...dream?"

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

But the boy said that some people would not want to.

The young man sat up straight: "What's so strange! For example, my mother, her dream is to have a happy home, and she hopes that her family will be safe and successful. Maybe she is not interested in giving her the best power in the world. "

"My mother can make the most delicious biscuits in the world. They have a rich buttery aroma and are filled with chopped hazelnuts and chocolate. Every bite is crispy and crunchy."

Perhaps because of the boy's heart, he just experienced a terrible chase. Now, after a short rest, the boy's condition has recovered a lot. When he even mentioned the biscuits that his mother is good at, his face has a look of yearning.

"Are there many people like your mother?" The man in black had a pensive look in his eyes, reflecting the candlelight and shining golden light under the lens.

The young man nodded: "There are quite a lot, people nowadays have all kinds of dreams."

"Is that so?" The man in black had an unpredictable expression, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The room fell into silence for a moment.

The man in black was thinking silently, while the boy next to him looked at him without saying a word.

The boy looked at him for a long while, but still couldn't help saying, "You seem to be... different from the people here, whether you are other teachers or students, you are different."

The boy keenly noticed the difference in the person in front of him.

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

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

The teenager thought for a while: "You talk about their eyes, just like adults looking at children, as if you know all the answers..."

"Hahahaha—" the man in black couldn't help laughing.

Interestingly, although he didn't deliberately hide it, this young man who entered the game for the first time, who obviously had no experience at all, was able to see through him.

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

The boy didn't hold back his curiosity: "Another guy?"

The man stretched out his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture: "Shhh, he is very mean, and he doesn't like others talking about him."

Hearing this, the boy widened his eyes and carefully covered his mouth.

That look was a bit cute, the man in black couldn't hold back, and reached out to stroke the boy's head.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?! How can a man's head be touched casually!" The boy quickly avoided, but the other party succeeded.

The man in black smiled and withdrew his hand: "Oh, sorry, sorry."

The boy whose hair was touched was furious: "..."

I always feel that this guy just finds it funny, and the apology is not sincere at all.

But it was also because of this episode that the atmosphere between the two became more harmonious.

After a while, the boy's anger subsided.

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

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

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

The man in black: "Because I don't need it, and no one will call me by my name."

The boy's words pierced his heart: "Then you must have no friends."

The man in black: "..."

He couldn't refute it, because he really didn't have friends, and there was no such thing as a "friend" in his world.

The boy lay on the table and looked at him with clear eyes: "Are we friends? You see, you've already invited me to tea, and we've talked for so long."

Facing these eyes, the man in black nodded mysteriously: "Forget it."

The young man smiled with a successful plan: "Then let me name you!"

The man didn't mind very much, it was just a name that would not be mentioned: "Okay."

The boy asked: "How many words do you want?"

The man in black: "One is enough."

The boy began to look around the desktop. There were many books on the table, with various contents in various languages. It made people wonder if anyone could really understand so many contents?

Soon his gaze was fixed on a Chinese book, which contained archaeological records about a certain ancient tomb.

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

The boy reached out and took the book, casually flipped through a page, then pointed to a word and said, "Luo, how about this word?"

The man in black leaned over to take a look, and saw that the book said: Luoyang shovel, a symbol of archaeological drilling tools, was originally used for tomb robbery, and was later used in archaeological drilling.

The man in black: "..."

Although he hasn't seen all the human beings, it is obvious that this word has little to do with the names of people.If he said before that he wanted a three-character name, wouldn't this tool-like name be on his head?

The boy said, "Remove the last two words, and Luo is still very handsome."

The man in black looked at him: "Young man, isn't it a little casual for you to treat me like this?"

The boy thought for a while: "Well, let me turn a page, how about the first word you said?"

The man in black reluctantly agreed: "Okay, No. 15 words."

The boy closed his eyes and turned a page, and then found the words spoken by the other party. He laughed: "Look, it's still Luo, Luohe. This is your own choice, so you can't renege on it."

The man in black named Luo: "..."

This is probably fate.