I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

In a playground like a jungle.

The first wealth is leading the players of Brother Xiao's support club to besiege a contract player.

If Xiao Lan was here, he would find that this was an acquaintance——

The pigtail with a baseball bat and board pants that appeared on the Endymion.

At this moment, the little braid feels very irritable.

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

If they were separated, he could have opened them all with one stick, and it didn't take much time at all.

But when this group of people fights, the division of labor is clear.

Under the command of the green-haired killer in the distance, it was divided into several parts.

Those who take damage, output melee, create obstacles, and sneak attacks from a long range are the same as playing bosses in the game.

and……

He looked at Zhao Xiaohe, there was actually a rare person with healing ability in this group of little bugs.

Although it seemed that he was only at the intermediate level, it also caused him a lot of trouble.

Not only that, but this group is so slippery.

Even those players with physical fitness would run away after being hit, and they were not allowed to beat people to death again.

Their fighting methods are also eclectic, and they use all kinds of indiscriminate tricks, which is really difficult to deal with.

Dodging a trick of killing a thousand years, and dodging a trick of monkey stealing peaches, the little braid felt the veins popping out on his forehead.

These little bugs are so annoying, especially the green hair jumping up and down.

His face darkened, he clenched the baseball bat in his hand tightly, and his eyes scanned the audience dangerously.

He intends to give them a one-and-done deal directly to let them understand that the contract is not something they guys can provoke.

The little pigtail raised his weapon, and the ground under his feet suddenly sank an inch.

The besieging players also felt that the situation was not good, and it seemed that they were about to open up.

They watched his actions carefully, and when they saw something was going wrong, they... slipped away first.

But suddenly, the little braid's movements froze.

A contract mark lit up on his forehead, but this mark didn't absorb his strength, instead it expanded more and more, and later even gradually spread to half of his body.

The little braid didn't feel right, and his muscles tensed up, trying to resist.

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

The mark was still expanding and began to eat away at his will.

Pigtail struggled hard, trying to keep himself awake.

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

In the next moment, the hard white armor completely enveloped him, turning him into a white knight.

The white knight stood still, motionless, like a sculpture.

First Fugui's intuition is not good. Although I don't know what it is, it is obvious that the other party has become stronger.

She shouted decisively: "Run!"

Everyone in Brother Xiao's support club didn't hesitate at all, and within three seconds, the previously crowded battlefield quieted down instantly.

They slipped away and took the garbage with them.

It seems that "Three Seconds to Run Quickly" is really not in vain.

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

A powerful coercion emanated from his body, cold and terrifying.

Little Braid had completely lost his personal will, but his body moved spontaneously, and a spear appeared in his hand immediately.

The white knight turned his head slightly, looking for his opponent, but found that there was no one around.

White Knight: "..."

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Another playground.

It looks like a city of steel and concrete.

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

It was Cheng Wen who appeared in time and grabbed him by the collar from behind and dragged him away from the spot, only then did Mu Yang escape.

Mu Yang looked at the white knight with lingering fear: "Boss, what is this?"

Cheng Wen moved his wrist: "I don't know, let's play a game first. Xiao Yang, don't get close to him, just support him remotely."

"Okay." Mu Yang nodded.

After explaining, Cheng Wenyi rushed to the white knight who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Cheng Wen pointed his gun at the white knight.

The silver bullet shot directly into the gap of the white knight's helmet in a tricky manner.

The bullet that could have easily pierced through several walls hit the white knight without making the slightest sound, as if being swallowed.

After the white knight was attacked, he rushed towards Chengwen instantly.

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

The sword edge was so fast that there was only an afterimage left, carrying a cold killing intent.

Cheng Wen took off from the spot all the time, his movements were extremely light, and after borrowing strength from the buildings around him, he jumped higher again.

He was in mid-air, but he still raised his gun to fight back, and the accuracy of his shooting was not affected in the slightest.

Under Xiao Chengyan's Spartan education, Cheng Wenyi is not only proficient in skills, but also has both melee and long-range abilities.

Finding an opportunity, Cheng Wenyi approached the white knight, and suddenly kicked him hard in the chest.

At the moment of kicking, Cheng Wenyi was slightly surprised, he felt that what he was standing on seemed to be a solid barrier, unshakable.

The white long sword waved towards Cheng Wenyi again.

Cheng Wen dodged sideways, but this time due to being too close, his arm was still scratched.

After pulling away from the white knight again, Cheng Wenyi frowned slightly.

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

The white knight stepped on the ground, ready to charge towards Cheng Wenyi again.

At this moment, a quagmire appeared out of thin air under his feet. There seemed to be infinite suction in the quagmire, which firmly sucked his feet, making his movements stagnant.

This is Mu Yang activated his skills.

This time he summoned a mage character, just now he released a quagmire spell at the right time, and successfully temporarily controlled the white knight.

Cheng Wenyi took the opportunity to change his bullet.

This time he replaced it with a red bullet.

Flame lines flowed on the surface of the red bullets. If you look closely, these flames seem to be burning.

"Bang——" the red bullet drew a burning arc in the air, heading straight for the white knight.

The bullet exploded on the white knight's body.

The flame and temperature like a cannonball explosion shattered all the surrounding glass.

However, after the explosion, the white knight remained standing.

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

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

As he said that, another series of red bullets poured out, and the constant explosions and turbulent heat waves made the surroundings feel like hell.

After a series of explosions.

The original position of the white knight became quiet, and no movement could be heard.

But the gunpowder smoke has not dissipated, and it is not clear what happened inside.

Cheng Wenyi didn't put it down, he still raised his gun to be on guard.

Suddenly, a strong suction appeared.

Cheng Wenyi felt as if he had been attacked by force majeure, and his body rushed forward involuntarily.

In the gunpowder smoke ahead, a white long sword was attacking his head with white light.

"Boss!" Mu Yang was in a hurry, and directly backhanded an earthen wall technique, standing between Cheng Wenyi and the white knight.

Under the attack of the white long sword, the earth wall technique lasted only for a moment before it shattered.

But this moment was enough, Cheng Wenyi took the opportunity to escape from the opponent's weird controlling power.

The figure of the white knight stepped out of the smoke again.

There were several red burning bullet marks on his body, and these bullet marks were constantly expanding, but they still couldn't stop his actions in a short time.

Cheng Wenyi's face darkened.

It's not because the opponent is still alive and kicking after attacking for so long, but because——

A section of his hair had been shaved off.

His perfect hairstyle...was ruined!

Do you know how important his hairstyle is?Did you know that missing even a handful of his hair would detract from the integrity of the look?

What's more, it's still such a beautiful sword.

The gap is so flat, without layers and without a sense of design.

There had never been such an ugly nick in his hair.

Cheng Wenyi was angry.

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

Cheng Wenyi's tone still sounded calm: "Xiao Yang, please go further away."

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

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

The speed was so fast that it seemed to be running for life.

He ran far away, so far that the city he had just fought could no longer be seen.

Mu Yang felt almost safe when there was a huge explosion behind him.

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

It seems that the boss is really angry.

Why is this guy so obsessed with wanting to do something to the boss's hair?

You know, his boss is a ruthless character of "you cut my hair, I'll cut your head".

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Xiao Lan fell all the way down.

He seems to have been falling for a long time, and he has no idea of ​​the time, and he almost can't remember who he is.

Finally, Xiao Lan felt that her feet had stepped on solid ground.

The cement stairs of the old building are visible to the eye. There are smooth marks left by people trampling on them for many years. The surrounding walls are somewhat dirty, with various stains and scratches left on them, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

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

The smell of food from various households can be heard in the corridors, the sky is a gorgeous sunset, and the voices of people returning home can be faintly heard greeting each other.

Oh... yes, he is going home.

Today is the weekend, he finished his part-time job and was about to go home for dinner.

When Xiao Lan returned home, he touched his body and found that he did not bring the key.

So he had to knock on the door and ask the person inside to open it for him.

"dong dong dong"

After hearing the knock on the door, the sound of opening the door sounded quickly.

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

She is no longer young, but the few fine lines on her face still do not damage her beauty, but she is a little too thin, and she looks like she is not in good health.

This is Xiao Lan's mother, Wen Qi.

Seeing Xiao Lan, Wen Qi laughed: "Lan Lan, why did you forget to bring the key?"

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

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

Their mother and son sold the original house in order to pay off the debt, and often moved around in various rental houses.

This is a house they 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 skills are very good. In Xiao Lan's heart, the dishes made by her mother have always been better than those in restaurants outside.

Wen Qi said to her son: "Get tired, go wash your hands, I cooked beef brisket for you today."

Although they have no money, they can't live in a good house or wear good clothes.

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

She has never treated her children badly in terms of food, whether it is meat, vegetables or milk, she will arrange it for Xiao Lan.

Maybe Xiao Lan didn't grow short like some people, but she also had her mother's care in it.

Xiao Lan looked around, feeling a little nostalgic inexplicably.

After thinking about it, he felt strange again, this is his home, why does it feel like he hasn't been back for a long time...

Wen Qi noticed her son's weirdness, and couldn't help laughing: "Why are you in a daze? People who are almost adults still like to be in a daze."

When Xiao Lan heard the word "adulthood", she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Coming of age, what seems to happen...

But in an instant, he put this thought behind him again, and went to wash his hands and prepare to eat.

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

The moment his mouth was occupied by a familiar taste, he suddenly felt a little hot in his eye sockets.

He didn't know the reason, could it be that he was too hungry today?

Wen Qi suddenly said: "Today I received a call from the doctor, saying that there is a new treatment that I can try to cure my disease..."

Xiao Lan said, "Then let's go and have a look tomorrow."

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

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

Wen Qi looked at her son, and there seemed to be some complicated emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

After a long time, she nodded: "OK."

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

In the following period of time, there were many examinations, then consultation, and finally surgery.

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

The doctor said to Xiao Lan: "The operation was very successful. We just need to rest well and come back for regular checkups."

Wen Qi was still sleeping deeply under the effect of the anesthetic, her peaceful sleeping face was pale and beautiful.

Xiao Lan looked at her mother's sleeping face and heard the good news from the doctor, but once again a strange feeling emerged in her heart.

It's like... as if he knew the operation would not work...

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

It was a gradually cold, gray complexion and eyes that would never open again.

Xiao Lan stopped her dangerous thoughts in time.

It's obviously a good thing that my mother was cured. It must be because he was too worried and thought too much.

After thanking the doctor, Xiao Lan returned to the ward with her mother.

After a period of recovery, Wen Qi was finally able to be discharged from the hospital.

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

It was already early summer, and the sycamore trees on the street were growing very lush.

Some dazzling sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, forming small spots of light on the ground.

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

Walking on the street, Wen Qi rarely smiled briskly: "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 father. If he can come back, our family can be reunited."

The word "Dad" seems to have pressed some switch, and the feeling of something wrong in the bottom of my heart gradually connects.

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

He is not missing, but...

A lazily and proudly young man's voice sounded in his mind:

"Tyrant? Hehe, the real tyrant is Xiao Chengyan, and I'm not even one or two in ten of him."

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

Then came another voice, much lower this time:

"Resistance and change are impossible without sacrifice. This is the same at any time. Anyone may die. I am an exception for no reason."

"Want to watch the fireworks?"

"Goodbye son, hahahahahahaha..."

Xiao Lan realized something instantly.

Dad, Xiao Chengyan, descended into the world, rebel...

He looked at himself with many wounds due to part-time work, and callused palms due to years of training.

Then he turned his head and looked at his own face in the reflection in the window. The young man in the reflection had already grown up, with clear facial features and clear and firm eyes. This was not what he looked like back then.

How did he not realize it before?

As she walked, Wen Qi realized that her son hadn't followed.

She turned her head with some doubts: "What's the matter, Lan Lan? Is it because I'm too tired recently and feel a little uncomfortable?"

As she spoke, she looked at her son, trying to find something wrong with him.

Xiao Lan looked at her mother who had a rosy complexion and looked a little younger without the pain and suffering, and finally woke up.

His mom didn't actually get better at all, the surgery turned out to be a failure and she died at the time.

She was pale and haggard when she died, and she could hardly see her former beauty.

His mother shouldn't be here.

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

It's all false, a sweet illusion.

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

Although this place is beautiful, it is not your world.

Xiao Lan looked at Wen Qi and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving."

Wen Qi was puzzled and said, "Where are we going? Aren't we going home?"

Xiao Lan shook her head: "I'm going... to face what I have to do, and there are 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 Advent World is still going on, and players are getting caught up in it, and Luo's life and death are unknown.

He had to do something to break this situation.

Wen Qi still seemed a little confused, and seemed to think of something, she tried to ask: "Same as Dad?"

Xiao Lan was surprised by her sharpness, so he still nodded.

Wen Qi felt a little emotional: "You guys...you really deserve to be father and son..."

She looked up at her son who was much taller than her, with both relief and reluctance in her eyes.

Wen Qi still smiled: "Come on, Mom can't help you with anything, and I don't know what it is that can make you all so desperate. But I still hope you take good care of yourself, stick to your own path, and don't be afraid. "

Although she was just an illusion pieced together by Xiao Lan's memories, her concern for her son at this moment was real.

Xiao Lan took one last look at her with nostalgia: "Goodbye, Mom."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Wen Qi's voice came from behind: "Come back early, I will bake you your favorite biscuits then."

Xiao Lan's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't turn his head, he just said softly, "Okay."

But what mom didn't know was——

Her children will never eat the biscuits she made with her own hands.