I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After the two paper men showed their bets respectively.

Mrs. A turned to Xiao Lan again: "Miss B, why don't we start, you are my sister, how about my sister asking you to come first?"

Miss B played with the paper flowers on the table: "As a younger sister, how can I be ashamed to be the first in front of her? Why don't you come first, Mrs. A?"

Those who make a move later can observe the situation in front of them and adjust their coping methods.

In this way, the one who goes first will of course suffer a bit.

The two paper figurines who were calling each other good sisters a second ago are now facing each other again.

Mrs. A naturally didn't want to let her plastic best friend take advantage of her.

But Ms. B is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and of course she is not willing to let Mrs. A get the benefits, and the two paper figures are in a stalemate for a while.

After a while, Miss B suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at the open space in front of her.

Following her actions, a small table appeared on the open space again, and a delicately crafted dice was placed on the table.

Ms. B smiled and said, "Well, let's throw the dice to decide what to do. We are good sisters, so don't give in to each other like this."

Mrs. A thought for a while, and nodded in agreement: "My sister is more thoughtful."

Miss B smiled: "Then I will come first."

As she spoke, she reached out and tapped the tabletop.

As if pushed by an invisible force, the dice flew up on the spot, then slowly landed in the sight of the three people, stopped spinning, and the number that appeared was - 2.

Mrs. A covered her lips and smiled softly: "Oh, my sister is so considerate, my sister is really not as good as you."

Miss B clenched the corner of her clothes tightly with the piece of paper, and she gritted her teeth in a laugh: "Hehe, let me wish you good luck first."

Mrs. A also clicked on the table.

Similarly, the dice also moved, and finally stopped at - 1.

The corners of Mrs. A's raised mouth collapsed instantly.

Miss B smiled sweetly: "It seems that my sister is more considerate. My sister needs to learn more from you."

Mrs. A doesn't really want to talk to this bitch.

Miss B added fuel to the fire and urged: "Sister, let me see your methods. After all, you are older and you must have more knowledge~"

She also deliberately emphasized the words "older", obviously not wanting to let go of any opportunity to make the other party unhappy.

Mrs. A's paper face is going black.

She stretched out her hand to straighten her hair, finally regaining some sense.

When Mrs. A spoke again, her voice had returned to its previous clear and melodious voice: "Okay, okay, let me tell you, who told you to be my good sister."

After these words were spoken, a huge paper hourglass appeared behind the two paper figures, and the sand drawn on the paper was slowly falling.

Mrs. A: "That happened in my manor. My maid climbed into my husband's bed while I was out playing."

"Originally, it was fine for them to play, but this greedy woman actually wanted to persuade my husband to marry her. She didn't look at her own background. It was my kindness for a pariah like her to be able to work in the manor , She actually wanted to take my place."

Miss B said with emotion: "God, what a guy who doesn't know how to be grateful."

Mrs. A sneered: "Hmph, so I found a night with a beautiful moonlight and invited her to the garden..."

After her words fell, the environment around Xiao Lan began to change.

Flowers made of paper appeared on the ground of the paper stage, the pattern of the floor changed into a pattern of grass, the bright lights dimmed, and the color turned into a cool color like moonlight.

Even the music has changed from its original briskness to a depressing and mysterious one.

"I made her sit in the gorgeous chair that she could never sit in in her life, and she couldn't be happier..."

A set of paper tables and chairs appeared in front of Xiao Lan.

Rococo-style patterns are drawn on it. The delicate flower and grass patterns have soft and soft lines, coupled with the brisk pink color, it looks like a work of art.

"Then, I served her a cup of black tea that she was never qualified to taste..."

A beautiful, delicate and lustrous white porcelain cup appeared on the table.

Unlike everything else around, this mug is real.

The color of the black tea in the cup was like amber, and the tea was still hot, exuding a rich aroma.

"She realized something was wrong and she cried and begged for forgiveness and vowed never to do it again."

"Unfortunately it's too late."

"Her spit blood stained my garden, her unseemly struggles messed up my lawn, and her piercing wailing disturbed my sleeping kittens..."

Blood stains appeared on the table and the ground following Mrs. A's words, as if recreating the scene of poisoning the maid that day.

"People always have to pay for their wishful thinking, don't they?" concluded Mrs. A.

"That's right." Miss B agreed.

After this conversation ended, the movements of the two paper figurines stopped.

The music still echoed in the air, but there was no change in the surroundings.

Xiao Lan looked at the two paper figurines who had not moved, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

Now the entire stage presents the scene of the night when the maid was poisoned, but there is no paper figurine that symbolizes the maid.

The only person on the stage was Xiao Lan.

In other words, he was the one playing the maid.

Xiao Lan: "..."

I never thought that I would have the opportunity to be a maid in my life.

According to the story told by Mrs. A, the maid should drink this cup of tea.

But... this is obviously the posture that whoever drinks will go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

People with no brain problems should not choose to drink it.

There is only an hourglass that continues to go down, as if a silent announcement.

If Xiao Lan hadn't drank the cup of tea before the hourglass timer expired, something he didn't want to see might happen.

Xiao Lan walked around the stage.

As before, he still couldn't get out of here.

Moreover, there are no hidden props or mechanisms on the stage for him to avoid.

The only thing here that is not made of paper is this cup of black tea, which is comparable to dichlorvos and does not have a price increase.

It seems that the only choice left now is to drink this cup of black tea.

If you don't drink, the whole plot will not progress.

Xiao Lan walked back to the table, she couldn't pretend to drink such a whole cup.

Moreover, he didn't think that pretending to drink could hide the apparently supernatural environment in front of him.

Xiao Lan glanced at the hourglass, and in this short period of time, only one-fifth of the hourglass was left.

He thought quickly.

He has no antidote, no anti-drug physique, and no healing ability, and the cheating assistant is not around...

After thinking about all the props I own, it seems that none of them are quite right for this situation.

It's miserable.

Fortunately, he still has poverty.

Xiao Lan activated the skill:

【Name: Poverty Cannot Limit My Imagination】

[Ability: Toxic Nullification]

Now Xiao Lan's skills no longer have a countdown timer.

But the consumption of 1 million poverty points per minute gave him a sense of luxury.

When he was attacked and poisoned by the brainy man before, because the poison was not fatal, he was not willing to use his skills.

Poor time is precious.

Xiao Lan no longer hesitated, and directly grabbed the teacup in front of him.

Ton, ton, ton, ton ton took a breath.

When the black tea was first ingested, there was a burning tingling sensation, but the poison was offset by the skill in an instant.

It turned into an ordinary black tea taste.

It’s just that I drank it too fast and didn’t taste the flavor, I feel a bit unlucky...

Xiao Lan, who drank the tea like a cow chewing peony, put the teacup back on the table, and quickly turned off her skills.

At this time, the hourglass recovered.

The scene on the stage changes, the garden disappears, and it returns to the way it was before.

The music is also back to the previous one.

The two paper men moved again.

Looking at Xiao Lan who was still alive and kicking, Ms. B smiled briskly: "I'm sorry sister, but the method of poisoning is really outdated, is sister telling me a joke, hahahaha!!"

Mrs. A's face was gloomy, and she waved the paper teacup on the table.

Miss B finally had enough of laughing: "Why don't you come and see mine?"

Mrs. A suppressed her anger and forced a smile: "I'm really looking forward to what my sister will do."

Miss B turned to the direction of the stage: "That's a daring suitor..."

"I only met him once or twice, and we didn't even say a word, let alone any friendship. But he stubbornly thought that I should marry him, and even came to me to propose marriage abruptly. gone."

"Of course I refused such an unreasonable request on the spot. But he became angry because of this, saying that I was a vain woman who just looked down on his lack of money and status, and even threatened to disfigure me and kill me."

Mrs. A exclaimed: "My God, how could there be such a person."

Miss B touched her chest: "Yes, so I can only be forced to protect myself."

"I invited him to come to my room alone late at night..."

Following Miss B's words, the stage changed again.

The colorful floor became a floral rug pattern, and the setting was replaced by a rococo room with detailed wallpaper.

Sofas, beds, and seats made of paper rise from the ground.

In an instant, this is the boudoir of an aristocratic woman.

"He was ecstatic, and he came to the appointment on time. But he didn't expect that the moment he opened the door, what greeted him was a steel needle that fell from the sky."

As soon as Miss B finished speaking, the music in the scene became more intense.

At the same time, tens of thousands of steel needles fell directly from the top of Xiao Lan's head.

These steel needles are arm-length and several times thicker than ordinary sewing needles.

If it gets stuck, the fate is self-evident.

Xiao Lan quickly dodged to the side.

"boom--"

The rain of steel needles fell on the place where he stood before, directly smashing through the hard floor.

But the attack didn't end there.

The steel needle seemed to be locked onto Xiao Lan, and fell towards him one after another.

The surrounding scenes are all paper, and there is nowhere to hide.

To make matters worse, because the previous steel needle broke the ground, there are fewer and fewer places to dodge.

Xiao Lan shuttled between the gaps of the steel needle rain, and had to be careful of the hollows in the ground, waving the [Dalit Bone] from time to time to block.

He glanced at the gap in the ground where the ground had been smashed.

All I saw was a bottomless darkness, and it was obvious that an accidental fall might not be a pleasant experience.

After dodging several waves of attacks, the rain of steel needles finally stopped.

Before Xiao Lan could breathe a sigh of relief, Miss B's words sounded again:

"After he narrowly escaped from the steel needle, a thread as thin as a hair strangled his throat..."

The sound of "whoosh" sounded on the stage.

The voice came from all directions, presenting an enveloping posture towards Xiao Lan.

It seemed that he had nowhere to escape.

Xiao Lan made a decisive decision and directly switched the [Bone of Dalit] to the blade form.

While dodging to the side, he swung the bone blade to cut off the thread that was attacking him.

These silk threads look weak, but they are actually extremely sharp.

Xiao Lan clearly saw that the piece of paper furniture that was threaded through was cut in half in an instant.

The incision is extremely smooth, better than a knife edge.

If it is entangled, it is probably not as simple as strangling the throat, cutting it into parts is the correct answer.

Miss B, your description is too euphemistic.

The silk thread was still rushing towards Xiao Lan quickly.

The pale bone blade danced out afterimages, resolving their attacks one by one.

It's just that there were still a few silk threads that slipped through the net and cut through Xiao Lan's cheeks and arms, leaving bloodstains on his body.

Fortunately, it was only a skin trauma and not serious.

Soon, there was nothing whole left on stage.

After swiping the knife to cut off the last strand of silk thread that was attacking him, the broken stage returned to calm.

Xiao Lan didn't dare to take it lightly.

"He was very desperate when he was entangled by the silk thread. He stared at me angrily, trying to accuse and curse, but unfortunately he was speechless."

"In the end, I sent him to eternal darkness..."

Hearing the words "eternal darkness", Xiao Lan's intuition was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment he felt empty under his feet.

The ground of the entire stage collapsed at this time, and the furniture made of pieces of paper and the debris from the previous fight all fell downward.

Below, there is a darkness like a bottomless abyss.

At the critical moment, Xiao Lan threw out the [Bone of Dalit] which had switched to whip form in advance.

The bone whip cleverly wrapped around the scenery behind the stage, preventing Xiao Lan from falling into the abyss.

Xiao Lan hung in the air like this, and there was darkness under her feet, accompanied by falling fragments.

It was like this for a while.

The hourglass of timekeeping came to an end and resumed its original shape again.

With the recovery of the hourglass, the stage gradually recovered, and the colorful circus-style stage reappeared.

But Xiao Lan was still the only actor on the stage.

And is still alive.

Mrs. A, who was on the sidelines, took out a paper folding fan from nowhere.

She finally seized the opportunity to hit back at the plastic sisters, and mercilessly shook her fan and laughed: "Hahaha, sister, so you are such an unimaginative woman! Oh, what can I do, sister, I am really worried about the future. No one will marry you~"

Miss B slapped the table fiercely angrily, and the table made of paper was shaken by her.

Xiao Lan finally understood that no matter Mrs. A or Miss B, or the people in their stories, they are not good, but this pair of plastic sisters are especially ruthless.

No wonder they are girlfriends, this probably means that birds of a feather flock together.

Mrs. A was triumphant: "Unfortunately, this time we are tied, and my sister can't give you the gift I prepared for you."

Miss B quickly adjusted back to the fighting state, her smile remained unchanged: "Sister, why are you in a hurry, I also want to give the gift to my sister, why don't we play another game?"

Mrs. A: "What does sister mean?"

Miss B: "Play until the result comes out."

The two smiling paper faces turned to Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Damn, you are ruthless.

Do non-Emirati extras have no human rights?

At this time, Mrs. A asked Xiao Lan for the first time: "Let's start a new game?"

Xiao Lan said that he didn't want to talk.

After a while.

Miss B also asked: "Shall we start a new game?"

Xiao Lan frowned slightly.

He glanced at the hourglass behind the two paper men, but this time the hourglass didn't start counting.

The two cardboard figures were looking at him as if waiting for his answer.

Xiao Lan suddenly understood.

This round, one's own opinion seems to be the key.

Without his consent, the two paper men cannot start the game!

Xiao Lan lowered her eyes, hiding the bright color in her eyes.

Mrs. A asked for the third time: "Excuse me, can we start a new game?"

There was already some impatience in his tone.

Xiao Lan sat down on the spot with a lazy attitude: "It's not fun."

Mrs. A stood up, and the glass barrier around the stage seemed to her to be non-existent.

She walked to the side of the stage and asked: "Why is it not fun? Don't you want to know who is better?"

Xiao Lan really wanted to say, who the hell wants to know about this kind of thing!Watching Tiehanhan gnaw on the vegetable field is more interesting than the two of you tearing it apart, isn't it?

But I also feel that directly provoking the other party will lead to some unpredictable variables.

Xiao Lan raised her head and looked at the two paper figurines without much interest: "You guys are not exciting enough to play, I have a more interesting one here, do you want to play with me? But I also want to participate in your bet. "

Mrs. A was displeased: "Why are you with us?"

Ms. B also came over, but she expressed her interest as if confronting Mrs. A: "What? Tell me and listen."

Xiao Lan smiled, knowing that they would stand in two different positions.

No matter who supports or opposes, he can have the opportunity to make suggestions.

In this way, he can take the opportunity to participate in the game, and even try to get their bets.

Xiao Lan took out the props she got before: "How about playing something more exciting than Russian roulette?"

[Name: Plastic Dragon Slaying Knife]

[Ability: Cause an instant death damage judgment on the target, the probability is 50% (useable times 3/3)]

[Explanation: A price of 99999, a new version of the ship that you have never experienced, but the cost is limited and can only be made of plastic at most, please bear with me]

Ms. B hesitated: "...This, isn't it a little too big?"

Mrs. A also hesitated and did not speak.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan secretly used [Green Spray].

【Name: Green Spray】

[Ability: Create suspicion among collaborators, lasts for 2 minutes]

[Explanation: Wife, I'm back...here...what are you doing? ! 】

At this time, the two paper figures were already very close to Xiao Lan.

Although he couldn't leave the stage, the spray might not be able to exert its full effect, but the effect of the spray should be able to affect them.

Then he said with an indifferent look: "I've always played such a big game. What's the point of ordinary games? It's too boring to play."

He also deliberately emphasized the word "old lady", which has won the essence of the hidden front in the words.

Mrs. A turned her head to look at Miss B, and immediately changed her attitude: "Hehe, sister is not afraid, is she? I really want to play, sister. Of course, it's better to hurry up. I still have a salon that can't be wasted here, no As idle as some people are."

Ms. B also changed her words in an instant: "Hehe, of course I want to play, but I'm afraid my sister won't dare. Let's start as soon as possible. I have invited a lot of girls to have a party. My time is not as cheap as some people's."

The smell of gunpowder between the two paper men became intense in an instant.

For this kind of plastic sister flower, even a little [Green Spray] seems to have a particularly good effect.

What a surprise.

Seeing that the two paper men agreed to play, Xiao Lan raised the corners of her mouth quietly.

He had discovered from the time the two of them rolled the dice before——

These are also two African chiefs.

Now, the war between the three African chiefs,

And he has a freshly baked [Krypton Gold], which can increase luck.

How can a non-chief who knows krypton gold be considered a non-chief?

The author has something to say:

1. Russian roulette - put one or more bullets in the six bullet slots of the revolver, rotate the wheel at will, and then close the wheel.Participants in the game take turns pointing pistols to their heads and pulling the trigger; of course, those who get shot will automatically quit, and those who suffer from stage fright will also lose, and the one who persists until the end is the winner. (From Baidu Encyclopedia)

2. In the previous article, the number of uses of [Plastic Dragon Slaying Sword] is changed to 3.