I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Wen Zhixian swore: "Xiao Lanlan, I really don't mean to pull you into the water!"

Xiao Lan: "Then why doesn't he let me go!"

Wen Zhixian thought for a while, and felt a little guilty: "Big, probably... I think you are my hidden helper..."

Xiao Lan: "Isn't this still being dragged into the water by you?!"

The three of them jumped like dogs under the pursuit of artillery.

Feng Sheng tried to counterattack with a sniper rifle while taking advantage of the gaps in the artillery fire, but at such a distance, even if he used special bullet props, the lethality and accuracy had been greatly reduced, and it was difficult to cause any influential impact on the opponent. harm.

"Tsk." Feng Sheng frowned, put away the sniper rifle, and concentrated on running.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, Xiao Lan saw that the chasing guy put away the RPG and replaced it with a bigger bazooka.

If the size of this bazooka is the size of an average person, even if it can be carried, there will be great obstacles when moving.

The man behind him was as tall as a mountain. Generally speaking, people who are good at long-range attacks rarely have such a physique, but at this moment the combination of the two is like a moving fortress.

What's more, this mobile fortress runs very fast.

Xiao Lan poked Wen Zhixian who was about to throw up while running: "He has changed his weapon, take a look."

Wen Zhixian saw the same thing, and almost threw up: "Fuck! This... will kill people!!!! Run!!!"

Xiao Lan asked: "Why does he have so many shells? Isn't it hard to get such an attack power item?!"

Wen Zhixian said: "Damn it, these old guys have already spent a lot of money to kill me!"

Xiao Lan kept walking: "I'd better tie you up and throw you over there!!"

Wen Zhixian screamed, "Don't—"

Before Xiao Lan could think about how to break the situation, a stronger explosion than before had already exploded behind them.

"boom--"

The sound of the explosion was deafening, violently impacting the entire corridor, the solid walls and floors were shattered, and countless fragments were scattered.

Xiao Lan used a shield to resist, but this time the explosion was more powerful than expected.

He felt a huge impact that was hard to resist, and his whole body was thrown away in an instant. The extremely high temperature flame mixed with the fragments of shells rushed towards him, occupying Xiao Lan's entire field of vision.

Xiao Lan turned her head to the side, hoping to minimize the damage in this wave of explosions.

Unexpectedly, I heard the system prompt:

"[Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] has immuned you to this injury, thank you for your support of our products, and wish you a happy life"

The props he never worked on actually triggered the damage immunity effect this time!

You must know that this thing claims to have a 20% probability of immunity to damage, but it doesn't seem to exist on Xiao Lan's body, even though he was about to be hammered to death in the training ground, he never activated it.He almost thought that [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] only had the function of styling customization.

Xiao Lan rolled on the ground and stood up unharmed.

It seems that he is not so bad luck.

probably……

Xiao Lan looked in the direction of Wen Zhixian and Feng Sheng again, but what he saw was a large area of ​​bright red.

Feng Sheng pressed Wen Zhixian down, and used his body to shield him from the violent explosion.

Now his back was blood red, and his spine was broken. The bone fragments were mixed with flesh and blood, and the exposed internal organs could be vaguely seen.

Such an injury, even a player...

"Cough..." Feng Cheng coughed up a big mouthful of blood, which stained the ground red.

He looked at Wen Zhixian, "Ah Xian, run...bye..."

As he said that, Feng Sheng lost his strength in an instant, and his body, which was supported only by the strength of his arms, fell down and fell on Wen Zhixian.

His eyes hadn't closed yet, but his eyes were frozen.

"Goodbye..." Wen Zhixian looked at him.

Xiao Lan was about to step forward to help, but the next moment Wen Zhixian pulled Feng Cheng's body away without hesitation, and got up quickly.

"Xiao Lanlan, hurry up." Wen Zhixian waved at Xiao Lan, and ran away without looking back, never taking another look at Feng Sheng's mutilated body.

He didn't seem to have the slightest sadness or reluctance, and he couldn't see the tacit friendship between the two before.

Xiao Lan was taken aback by this weird behavior.

But the sound of heavy footsteps behind him approached again, before he had time to think, Xiao Lan quickly moved forward and continued to run.

The previous artillery fire smashed a big hole in the hull, and without the barrier of the hull, the mist from the outside poured in through this gap, dyeing the vision into a vast expanse of whiteness.

This kind of fog happened to be a cover for the two of them, making it difficult for the pursuers to track their whereabouts.

The distance between the two sides widened, and soon they could no longer hear the heavy footsteps behind them.

After running for a while, after confirming the safety of the surroundings, Wen Zhixian finally couldn't hold it anymore, he sat down on the ground, panting heavily: "Oh... I can't do it anymore, a magical boy like me is really not suitable for long-distance running. Physical exercise."

Xiao Lan also stopped and looked at Wen Zhixian quietly.

After seeing the other party's strange behavior, he felt a little vigilant in his heart.

This guy...could be the type who is good at selling teammates, right?

Wen Zhixian met Xiao Lan's eyes and instantly understood what he was thinking.

Wen Zhixian panted and said, "Huh...Xiao Lanlan...don't misunderstand me, Ah Cheng was born...by my skills, as long as I don't die, I can take the time to revive him, let's say goodbye... It really means seeing you later.”

Xiao Lan raised her eyebrows: "Skills?"

Feng Sheng seemed to have independent thinking, he didn't look like he was being manipulated at all.

Especially when he complained about Wen Zhixian, he was always merciless.

Wen Zhixian nodded: "When I was young... because my parents were very busy, I could only stay alone often. Since I was very young, I fantasized about Ah Cheng to play with me. Later I entered the game, and the skills I got can be To create a friend to come out to help, the first thing I thought of was Ah Sheng."

As he said that, he also showed Xiao Lan his skills to prove that he was not lying.

【Name: Secret Technique · Friends Out of Nothing】

[Ability: Create a friend out of thin air and become your loyal assistant. The size of the friend is the same as the creator, but has independent thinking ability. The combat power of the friend will increase with the skill level (lv.4)]

[Description: You are no longer a lonely single dog]

Xiao Lan: "..."

It's such a lonely skill.

But this also explains Wen Zhixian's previous behavior.

He has no nostalgia for Feng Sheng's corpse because he knows that as long as he doesn't die, he can revive him. Perhaps this is not the first time this happened between them, that's why he ran so proficiently.

Wen Zhixian smiled: "Did it startle you?"

Xiao Lan smiled easy-goingly: "I almost really thought about tying you up and sending you there."

Wen Zhixian's smile froze: "..."

Did he show off a wave of showmanship on the death line?

He was about to say something to ease the embarrassment, but he saw a small white bug crawling towards his feet.

Wen Zhixian slapped the little bug to death, and his face changed drastically: "Oh no, this is a tracking tool!"

Heavy footsteps sounded again, this time not far away.

The two looked at each other, now that Wen Zhixian's strength is exhausted, and he has lost Feng Cheng, it may be difficult to escape if he continues to run.

It's better...to get rid of the source of danger.

Xiao Lan looked around and found the sign of the freezer not far away.

He pointed to the freezer: "How about solving it somewhere? There should be a lot of things in it that can block the line of sight, and the space is limited. He can't blow himself up with him, right?"

Once they can get close, they won't be so passive.

Wen Zhixian nodded, and the two hid in the freezer together.

The space in the freezer is very deep, and there are a lot of goods, which can be used as a bunker. Even if the opponent bombs at the door, it can still block it.The temperature in the freezer is very low, but for advanced players, it won't have much impact.

In order to further affect the other party's vision, Xiao Lan also destroyed the light switch.

Xiao Lan asked: "That guy is someone you know, what do you know about him, and also, does he have any weaknesses?"

Wen Zhixian thought for a while: "His name is Huang Xiaowu, he likes to eat meat but not vegetables, so he is often constipated."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Forget it, let's throw this guy out.

The desire to survive saved Wen Zhixian, and he hurriedly said: "Although he is stronger and stronger than the average long-distance fighter, his physique is still not as good as that of a melee fighter."

Xiao Lan nodded and continued to ask, "What do you usually use to fight?"

Wen Zhixian showed the ring engraved with the magic circle on his hand: "Magic boy, of course I use magic. Usually I use wind and ice."

The two waited in the dark.

Soon.

"boom--"

A strong explosion directly blasted the door of the freezer, and a tall figure against the light walked into the freezer.

"Zhixian, are you there?" He said sharply, "I know you are here, Uncle Huang also watched you enter the game, why don't you come out quickly because of our friendship at the end How about it?"

With the dim light at the gate, Xiao Lan saw Wen Zhixian mouthing "Are you sick?"

While searching in the freezer, Huang Xiaowu tried to irritate Wen Zhixian: "Xiangliu is a country brought down by the uncles, and it is not a toy for children. I think Lao Wen also drank too much and messed up all day long." Come."

Dong Curry was quiet and did not respond.

Xiao Lan and Wen Zhixian just paid attention to his position and slowly adjusted their hiding place.

Huang Xiaowu searched for a while, but still didn't find Wen Zhixian, he finally got impatient: "Little brat, are you fucking trying to waste my time?!"

Huang Xiaowu squeezed the cannon barrel tightly, but he didn't want to blow himself up in such a closed environment.

He switched the weapon in his hand, and started bombarding various obstacles in the freezer with a smaller barrel.

The artillery fire and all kinds of debris flew together, and the things that affected his vision were constantly decreasing.

Taking advantage of the cover of the noise, the two quickly approached behind Huang Xiaowu.

Xiao Lan and Wen Zhixian exchanged glances, and the next moment, two figures flashed out quickly.

A magic circle lit up on the ring in Wen Zhixian's hand.

A gust of wind suddenly rose from the freezer, stirring up debris all over the ground, and also covering Huang Xiaowu's sight.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to wave the [Bone of Rebellion], and slammed it on the opponent's head.

"Ding--"

The stick hit the hard barrel.

Huang Xiaowu showed a ferocious smile: "It's finally out, you little ones."

It turned out that his impatience just now was all a disguise, the purpose was to expose the empty door and lure Xiao Lan and the two to attack him.

In an instant, he turned the muzzle of the cannon towards Xiao Lan, obviously well prepared.

Xiao Lan was also on guard against his move, turned around to avoid it, and at the same time swept out with a stick.

At the same time, Wen Zhixian's three wind blades also quickly attacked the gap exposed by Huang Xiaowu.

Huang Xiaowu retreated abruptly, leaving the range of the attack with a speed that didn't match his Roshan-like body.

In a short time, the distance between the two parties was widened.

He chuckled: "It's still too tender."

As he said that, Huang Xiaowu quickly raised the cannon barrel and pointed it in the direction of Xiao Lan and the two: "Goodbye, little brats."

With a click, he pulled the trigger on the barrel.

However, the cannon barrel remained silent and did not respond.

A look of astonishment flashed across Huang Xiaowu's face. The cannon barrel is a prop produced by the game, so it is impossible for it to have quality problems.

So... that's what the two guys on the other side did.

He looked opposite.

Xiao Lan held a long stick, but Wen Zhixian's hand was vaguely covered with a layer of frost.

Huang Xiaowu touched his cannon barrel, and as expected, he touched ice slag on one section.

This brat Wen Zhixian didn't know when his cannon barrel froze to death!

Probably, it was the moment when Xiao Lan attracted his attention just after the fight.

Xiao Lan smiled at him: "Although you have stubble on your face, you are still too tender."

Wen Zhixian also laughed: "Dad said before that Uncle Huang is a man who has too much heart and doesn't think enough. If you think about it carefully, you won't be used as a weapon by those old guys."

Huang Xiaowu was a little angry: "You guys!"

But he wasn't stupid either, he knew that he couldn't use it in such an environment, so he planned to rush out first with a slight movement of his footsteps.

Before he could move, Wen Zhixian on the opposite side raised his hand, and there seemed to be some light flashing through his fingertips.

In an instant, a thick and huge wall of ice blocked his way.

Wen Zhixian smiled: "Won't Uncle Huang stay and play?"

Huang Xiaowu frowned, knowing that the other party had seen through his purpose.

A weapon appeared in his hand again.

This time it was a machine gun. In such a closed environment, he still didn't dare to use that powerful barrel. He came to seek more benefits, and he didn't want to risk his own life.

The firepower suddenly poured out towards the two people in front.

Xiao Lan moved nimbly through the bullets, her movements light and fast.

Wen Zhixian couldn't do such a coquettish move, so he rushed to the cover to avoid it, but secretly manipulated the ice crystals to wrap around Huang Xiaowu's leg.

Huang Xiaowu staggered suddenly.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to get closer again, and swung the stick towards his head.

Huang Xiaowu also reacted very quickly, raising his machine gun to try to block.

But it's just a feint.

Taking advantage of the opponent's block, Xiao Lan kicked him hard on the knee joint, directly kicking him to the ground.

Then with a stick, Huang Xiaowu's heavy body like a mountain of meat was sent flying.

With a "boom", his heavy body hit the wall, and Huang Xiaowu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he looks tall and strong, he is actually a long-distance fighter. Even if he is stronger than the average long-distance fighter, his physical strength is not as strong as a pure melee fighter like Xiao Lan.

After receiving a violent blow from Xiao Lan, he felt that his body was about to fall apart.

Damn these melee players, did they all grow up eating feed?

All of them are as strong as prehistoric giants.

"Hehe..." Huang Xiaowu panted heavily to prop up his body.

He was aware of how difficult these two cubs were, and once he lost the advantages of distance and weapons, he was obviously at a disadvantage.

This time, it was really a loss.

Huang Xiaowu's eyes were gloomy, and he took out the powerful cannon barrel he had used when chasing the three of them.

After this blow, it depends on luck who can survive.

However, if he doesn't do this, he must be the one who will die here today.

Huang Xiaowu is preparing to fight with his back, betting on his own survival.

A hand was on top of his head.

The strength of that hand was very light, but Huang Xiaowu's heart sank. He raised his head and saw Wen Zhixian's smiling face.

There was still a smile on the corner of Wen Zhixian's mouth, but there was a deep murderous intent in his eyes, which looked extremely cold, completely different from his usual relaxed feeling.

This is the last scene in Huang Xiaowu's field of vision.

In the next instant, he had turned into an ice sculpture.

From the outside to the inside, from the skin and bones to the muscles and blood all condensed into ice in an instant.

Then, countless wind blades swept over, smashing the ice sculpture into debris.

Wen Zhixian patted the icicles on his hands, and said softly, "Goodbye, Uncle Huang."

Afterwards, Wen Zhixian walked up to Xiao Lan, and stretched out his hand to him: "Thank you this time, I can't handle him alone."

Xiao Lan patted his hand: "You're welcome, you helped me at the beginning, otherwise I would know nothing about this game field."

Wen Zhixian didn't mind freezing his ass, and sat on the ground directly: "Can you watch over me for a while, I want to build Ah Cheng, but I need to go all out in the process, and I can't take into account the external situation."

Xiao Lan nodded in agreement.

After a while, he saw a figure slowly appearing.

From the outline to the details, the figure was completed bit by bit, and Feng Sheng's appearance gradually appeared.

At the same time, Wen Zhixian's forehead was covered with sweat, obviously such a construction was not easy for him.

Finally, Feng Sheng's figure appeared again.

Wen Zhixian said, "Meet you again, Ah Cheng."

Feng Sheng nodded: "Thank you, Ah Xian."

Wen Zhixian's eyes were dark, and he showed a dangerous smile: "Ah Cheng, now it's our turn to teach the old guys a lesson."

Feng Sheng didn't cooperate: "Ah Xian, the scene you're imagining in your mind is slightly in the middle."

Wen Zhixian: "..."

Xiao Lan, who watched the whole process from the sidelines, said that it is really troublesome to have a little partner who can see all her fantasies.

Just ask, which human being has not fantasized about some embarrassing scenes?