I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After Xiao Lan went back to bed.

Luo sat alone in the empty and quiet living room.

Outside the window is a bright light, which looks somewhat similar to the real city night scene, but everyone knows that all this is just a false appearance.

Hidden underneath are players struggling between life and death.

He looked out of the window, as if staring at the night.

If you look closely, you will find that his eyes did not fall into any place, but just stayed in a void.

In silence, Luo slowly recalled his first two encounters with Xiao Lan.

The first time he met, although he erased Xiao Lan's memories, he hid them in a copy of Coriff College.

Even his own scattered fragments guarded these memories subconsciously.

Perhaps, in his heart, he actually secretly expected that the teenager who had only one side would not forget himself.

Later, although he forgot a lot, he still remembered his name. He also subconsciously sold to the person who saw him, and he was so surprised that he was smooth.

It is really interesting to think about it now.

Luo thought again that the word "gardener" had been mentioned in his memory.

At that time, he should not be a player, nor is it like an ordinary npc.

The so-called gardener is the person responsible for plant cultivation, pruning and care.

What is he cultivating? Players?

Why did he do this? What is the purpose?

In addition to the memories related to Xiao Lan, there is a vague dialogue in the memories he retrieved.

It was in a dark and void space.

Luo was in the darkness, not far in front of him was an invisible white light.

The light was bright and dazzling, as if it could penetrate all mist.

Luo heard his voice and heard it in a darker shadow than dark: "How many of them do you think do not want power?"

Bai Guang's voice was cold and mechanical: "No."

Shadow: "Oh, why?"

Bai Guang: "There is no life to resist power, this is their instinct."

Black Shadow: "Don't ask their opinion?"

Bai Guang: "It's their luck to be selected, we don't have to give them extra choices."

Shadow: "The presence of the world is to make them stronger, not die of unnecessary consumption and killing."

Bai Guang's tone has no waves: "The pressure to survive is the best motivation to become stronger."

Black Shadow: "I don't object to this, but I feel that such pressure can be classified to guide them to find their own way faster."

Bai Guang was silent for a moment.

After a moment, the tone of its tablet sounded again: "Did you read any strange books recently? You are always interested in the extra information, and their opinions are affecting you."

"Hehe..." Luo laughed when he heard his own voice. "We are not perfect, so it would be interesting to look at other opinions, right?"

"I think a little change is needed to come to the world, it's like trying it out."

"For example, the difficulty of the game can be graded, and people of different strengths can enter different game fields, so that talented players can be prevented from dying prematurely."

"Second, players can also set a rest period after completing a game. If the human spirit has been tight, it will cause serious psychological problems."

...

"How? Try it?" The shadow's voice ended the narrative of its plan.

Although its tone was calm, it was literally a try, but it did not mean to step back.

It's just like--

In fact, it did not seriously consult each other’s opinions,

Bai Guang: "..."

Bai Guang fell silent again.

Light and darkness faced off silently in this way, and this space seemed to stand still as if still.

I don’t know how long it took before the sound of no fluctuations sounded: “Don’t overdo it, my tolerance is limited.”

The shadow of Black Shadow brought a smile: "I know."

After that, the light and darkness began to separate slowly and went in different directions.

Hei Ying added lightly: "Yes, I have a name. Remember to call me-Luo."

Bai Guang couldn't hear emotions in his tone: "Name...extra things."

Black Shadow did not refute White Light's words.

After all, this name is really not very useful. Except for the white guy not far away, there is nothing in this world that needs to know its name.

And Bai Guang obviously didn't have the interest to call it by its name.

In its eyes, these are redundant things.

The name is more like a flashy ornament for the shadow.

But sometimes these unrealistic things can make people happy, right?

Especially one, exclusive luxury.

The memory ends here.

Watching the conversation, Luo repeatedly recalled the void space that appeared.

The endless darkness there is so similar to the envelope in his memory that there is nothing and nothing, as if time will not flow.

What is this place?

In his memory, he stayed in the dark for a long time, so long that he almost forgot his existence.

However, if it is in such a space.

Could it be that the time he was sealed is not as long as expected?

More and more doubts appeared, but Luo's mouth was hooked.

In the stillness of the room, his light golden eyes flashed more than the night behind him.

He became more and more interested in his original identity and what happened at that time to become what he is now.

In the following days, Xiao Lan stayed in the world to train.

After all, the poverty value suddenly increased so much that he needed time to adapt to his sudden increase in physique.

At the same time, in order to cope with the later high-level game field, combat power is essential.

Every senior player Xiao Lan has met, whether it is Wang Ke, Qi Ning or Cheng Wenyi, although their skills have different directions, no matter whether they are any of them, they are absolutely not in terms of combat effectiveness. Vulgar.

In the advent of the world, maintaining your combat effectiveness is the most powerful guarantee for survival.

To this end, Xiao Lan added a lot of training such as battles and skill exercises to himself.

These trainings are difficult to perform in the small training ground in the room, so recently he often spends all day in the training ground where the player is stationed.

During this time, Xiao Lan often went out early in the morning, and the meal was settled casually in the player's restaurant. It was not until late at night that he exhaustedly returned to the room, and then fell asleep.

Therefore, he had little time to spend time with Luo, and even Luo's black cat selling cuteness could not keep his attention.

In this way, when Xiao Lan was unaware, Luo's eyes gradually brought a dangerous breath.

But he is very patient and has been waiting for the right opportunity.

Finally, the opportunity came.

One day, Xiao Lan returned to the room after finishing high-intensity training.

As soon as the door opened, Xiao Lan saw Luo sitting on the sofa reading.

He seems to like reading very much, and he can be seen reading at any time. The aroma of black tea is in the air, which Xiao Lan is most familiar with.

Today's Luo looks a little different, just like waiting for someone.

When Xiao Lan entered the door, Luo raised his head and smiled: "Welcome back, sir."

Xiao Lan walked towards him: "Are you waiting for me?"

Luo He wrote: "Sir, your birthday is coming soon, is there any arrangement?"

Xiao Lan remembered this, as if his birthday was indeed these few days. Recently he has been busy training, and he is about to forget his birthday.

Xiao Lan thought for a while: "I don't have any special arrangements, but I would go back to see my mother on my birthday. I used to go with my mother before. Her tomb has not been cleaned for a while. She should miss me."

Luo: "Why don't you leave it to me to arrange it? How about taking an occasional break?"

Xiao Lan nodded and agreed: "Then trouble you."

On Xiao Lan's birthday, the two returned to the real world early.

Luo Kai drove Xiao Lan, and the two drove towards the suburb of the cemetery.

Luo had also asked Xiao Lan before whether she would give her mother a better cemetery.

Xiao Lan refused after thinking about it. His mother was not a person who was addicted to enjoyment. Now this cemetery was also chosen by her mother before she died. In spring, she can see the peach blossoms all over the mountain.

Want to come, she should like it very much.

Xiao Lan felt that unless something went wrong in the cemetery, he would still respect his mother’s choice and did not want to give her a new but strange new cemetery.

It has been several months since I came to the cemetery this time.

Just in time for spring, the hills where the cemetery is all covered with peach blossoms, as if they were in a pink cloud, like a lost secret world, completely different from the last time I saw them.

In the flowering period of peach blossom, this may be the most beautiful cemetery in the world.

Perhaps it’s the peach blossoms, and the grave sweepers here and there have a little bit of sorrow on their faces.

I thought that my loved ones could sleep in such a beautiful scenery after death, so it would be easier for them to sweep the grave.

Looking at the peach blossoms in the mountains on both sides of the road, Luo praised: "She is indeed a very tasteful lady."

Xiao Lan laughed: "Yeah...she is the best mother."

Perhaps Xiao Lan’s mother also considered the son who had just grown up when she chose the cemetery. She wanted to tell him, “Don’t be sad, isn’t my mother nice here?”.

This time, Xiao Lan did not choose the white chrysanthemum, which is commonly used in sweeping graves.

He prepared lily for his mother, this is her favorite flower.

Xiao Lan skillfully cleaned the surrounding weeds and wiped off the dusty tombstone.

He did not ask Luo to help, all cleaned by himself, the whole process was like silent communication between mother and son.

Luo just stood there quietly, without stepping forward.

After cleaning, Xiao Lan placed Lily in front of her mother's grave.

He spoke softly to his mother about the recent events, which still concealed the dangerous contents that would worry his mother.

Finally, Xiao Lan looked at the smiling mother on the tombstone and said, "Recently, I have learned something about my father, and there are still many doubts. I will try to figure it out in the future."

"It turns out that Dad is actually a completely different person than we know. Although I can understand his reasons, I can't agree with his approach. Mom, what would you think..."

"Don't worry, I've been doing very well recently." Xiao Lan turned his head and pointed at Luo. "Mom, this is Luo. I've introduced it to you before. He has been helping me. You can rest assured."

Luo walked to the grave and nodded slightly at the woman in the photo: "I will stay with my husband, please rest assured."

After leaving the cemetery.

Xiao Lan thought that Luo would drive himself with him, but he did not expect Luo to go home directly.

"Please wait a moment, I will come out at dinner." Luo finished drilling into the kitchen, and refused Xiao Lan's entry.

Xiao Lan originally speculated that Luo wanted to make cakes and dinner.

But in the afternoon he helped Luo sign the cake.

Not long ago, I received a meal from Luo from the restaurant, which was enough for them to eat.

Xiao Lan looked at a table full of dishes and couldn't help but fall into doubt——

What is Luo doing?

The kitchen door was tightly closed, nothing could be seen, and no smell came out.

Can't guess the conclusion, Xiao Lan can only give up.

As long as you don’t hide and paint, or in case you receive a soul painting as a birthday gift, does Xiao Lan want to keep smiling or struggle to keep smiling?

Once accepting this terrible setting, Xiao Lan felt that even if anything appeared after the kitchen was opened, he would not be surprised.

Finally, the kitchen door opened.

Xiao Lan was still surprised.

Luo's hand was just holding a plate.

The plate is shallow, and there are some thin round pieces in a regular and lovely shape, without any exaggerated picture.

However, the plate was filled with cookies that Xiao Lan was most familiar with.

Since the death of my mother, I have never seen cookies again.

As the kitchen door opened, a thick buttery fragrance spread in the air, and the small biscuits were wrapped with chopped hazelnuts and chocolate. From the color point of view, every bite must be crispy and crispy.

Luo handed the plate to the dull Xiao Lan: "Want to try it, sir, according to the description of the year, I tried to make it."

Xiao Lan took a piece from the plate and took a bite—

The same taste as he remembered.

Observing the change in Xiao Lan's expression, Luo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems to be right.

Luo has not eaten the cookies made by Xiao Lan’s mother. He just recreated the memories of Xiao Lan little by little based on Xiao Lan’s description and his speculation about the almost invisible preferences of Xiao Lan. It tastes exactly the same.

Faced with Xiao Lan's shocked expression, Luo smiled: "We agreed to eat this cookie together, isn't it?"

After going around for so many years, after everything has changed, the two have strangely completed the agreement of the year.

Although the cookies were not made by Xiao Lan, for the physical and mental health of the two, it is obviously better.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but say: "Luo, you are really talented in cooking. I told you once, you can do exactly the same!"

Luo smiled and said lightly: "This is what I should do."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the kitchen door that had been closed by him.

There were nearly two thousand pieces of scrap material lying inside, plus the bodies of three ovens, as well as the twisted remains of the failed works that could not fit in the trash bins.

And, when he bought a super suction range hood at that time, he was really far-sighted.

Don't let him see it.

Luo quietly made up his mind.