I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Xiao Lan is preparing to speak.

Suddenly, Luo reached out and touched his cheek.

Despite the gloves, he could still feel the lukewarm warmth of Luo's fingertips, which flicked across his face, causing a slight itch.

Luo said softly, "You are injured."

Looking at the other person's close face, what Xiao Lan wanted to say instantly seemed like the balance at the end of the month and could not be found.

Xiao Lan just recalled that there seemed to be a cheek on her cheek in the story of Miss B, because she was avoiding the wound on the silk thread.

Because it was just a small mouth, he didn't care much.

A moment later, Luo only withdrew his hand, a bit regretful in his tone: "Unfortunately, I can only do this now."

Xiao Lan reached out and touched it. Sure enough, the wound had healed for the most part, leaving only a shallow mouth.

He looked at Luo with some surprise. Has his all-rounder developed new skills?

However, it seems that in the memory, the former Luo originally had the ability to heal.

The previous Luo has not used the treatment ability, probably the physical state is not allowed, can it be used again now, does it mean that his condition is much better?

Xiao Lan asked: "How much have you recovered this time?"

Luo helped Xiao Lan deal with the wound on his arm and said, "I have harvested a lot of scattered debris. It is still impossible to fight against the boss who controls the copy, but it is not a small victory for the average senior player."

Xiao Lan expressed his envy for this. I am really good at hitting my own upgrade, so will Luo be so happy every time he beats his own debris?

Wait for Luo to finish the wound quickly.

Xiao Lan and Luo talked about the current situation and their own plans, so the two went together towards the top of the study room.

On the way, although the building of Mingyue Hall cannot be destroyed, you can see that there are many places on the ground that are stained with blood.

Apparently someone was attacked.

I don't know if the attack came from a ghost or a player, but now in Xiao Lan's mind, the player and the ghost are already at the same level of danger.

High-level field, it is really a completely different place.

Not only is there no solidarity at all, but even peace of mind has become a luxury.

Soon after walking, two bodies appeared in front.

The two bodies collapsed to the ground, their bodies were swollen black, and they had deep cuts in their throats. The movements at the time of death looked very marty, but the dead state was somewhat familiar.

Xiao Lan remembered that the first time Qi Ning shot, the person who died was almost like this.

This is-the Black Death.

And this is also one of Qi Ning's skill effects, so, is it Qi Ning's skill?

Xiao Lan looked closely at the neighborhood, and saw some pieces of black clothes stained with blood on the ground.

He suddenly had a bad hunch.

Luo took a step forward and checked the debris on the ground: "The clothes and texture of Qi Ning's body are consistent, but the possibility of the same clothing type props is not ruled out, although this possibility is very low."

Xiao Lan looked at the direction of the blood on the ground. Will there be Qi Ning there?

At this moment, a sound like a bow and arrow came from the front, and the sound of metal impact could be heard faintly.

It seems that fighting is happening ahead.

Xiao Lan made a decision: "Let's go check it out first."

Qi Ning is a man of extreme means, murderous and devouring, but he never strikes at an innocent person. Even because of that afternoon tea, and Lan Lan were barely friends.

Xiao Lan didn't want to sit and watch the other person die, especially because he might die in the hands of wanted criminals.

Luo nodded: "Okay."

The two marched along the blood.

On the way, I saw a larger amount of blood stains, as well as blood-stained arrows, with some flesh on the arrows, who was probably pulled out from whose body.

Xiao Lan frowned and accelerated her pace.

Blood stains entered a room.

Xiao Lan and the two carefully approached the room and observed the situation.

This is a room with a high ceiling, divided into two floors, all walls are filled with books, there are several stairs to go up and down, probably used as a library.

In the corner of the room stood a black figure, dressed like a medieval plague doctor, with a bowler hat and white hair.

Qi Ning is right.

His condition was not good at the moment, a golden chain pierced his chest, and a lot of blood poured from his wounds.

When Qi Ning wants to take off the chain, the chain will emit a ray of electro-optical light, which seems to bring strong pain, causing Qi Ning to tremble and have to stop the movement of his hand.

Other than that, the room was empty.

But from time to time arrows were shot from the void, towards Qi Ning.

Obviously, there are other people here.

Some of these arrows will be blocked by Qi Ning, while others can only hide in embarrassment.

With Qi Ning's movements, blood continued to drip under his dark clothing.

Perhaps the whole black dress had been stained with blood.

There was a buzzing voice in the air.

The voice seemed to come from all directions, making people unable to find the source of the voice: "Qining, do you think you are just? The solo hunter for wanted criminals sounds cool, right? I ba—"

"Here is the advent of the world. There are more people than our fierce guys. Are we going to kill a few ordinary people? What's the matter? Why don't you deal with those lunatics?! Just know that you are caught like a mad dog. , Do you know how many people want to kill you?"

Qi Ning laughed in a low voice, leaning on the wall: "I am not interested in knowing."

Along with the laughter, blood stains overflowed from under the corners of his mouth, through the gaps in the mask, and he was wiped away with his cuffs at will.

This is the benefit of wearing black, so that the enemy can not see your **** appearance.

"Humph!" The voice was obviously irritated by Qi Ning's laugh. "You will still have a hard mouth."

"But I didn't expect that this time I set a trap for you. The three of us worked together, but you were actually killed by two of you."

"But it doesn't matter, how long can you hold it again? Can you stand still?"

"I don't need to do anything, and you will die in the corner like a dog. It's really suitable for crazy dogs. Hahaha."

After speaking, the other party no longer uttered a voice, and the arrows in the air no longer hit.

As if he was waiting leisurely to watch Qi Ning take a breath

Qi Ning's breathing was short.

He can't hold it anymore, and now he just barely supports it against the wall.

He secretly took out a syringe-[Adrenaline x0044].

This item will allow him to recover his peak fighting power for a short time, but then he will fall into a collapsed state and can no longer fight. Anything can kill him.

How to do? Do you want to use it now?

But I'm afraid...

In thought, Qi Ning felt that [Dark Whisper] was activated.

This means that someone is contacting him.

Qi Ning connected the communication.

[Dark Raven Whispering] Does not convey the picture, but at this time it is an advantage.

He pressed his voice extremely low, and at the same time lowered his head, covering his lips with a brim: "Who?"

Xiao Lan's voice appeared, also very quietly.

He went straight to the theme: "I am Xiao Lan, Luo and I are at the door, how about you?"

Qi Ning's eyes swept the direction of the next door: "I'm still alive, I can do it for about five minutes. There is a person on the opposite side, remote, with a crossbow and arrow, I can stealth, it is difficult to catch his trail."

Because of skill, Qi Ning sometimes needs to touch the target with his own hands, so he does not wear gloves.

Xiao Lan noticed that a large purple and black spot appeared on Qi Ning's hand, and there were some blood-red blisters, which looked a bit scary.

He asked Qi Ning: "What happened to your hand?"

Qi Ning's tone was faint: "It's okay, the price of ability is only. I will feel the same pain as the target, but it will not really hurt me. It will soon disappear, and it will not affect my hands."

Xiao Lan apologized.

With this skill, I am also happy to hunt wanted criminals, even 1v3. Brother, you are really a fierce man.

Is this person a shaking s or a shaking m?

Xiao Lan: "When you say that, we will help you, don't hold on."

Qi Ning: "Help me? Of course, the faster the better, but you have to be careful about my virus, do you need to give you antibodies? Real-world vaccines will not work for my virus."

Luo said: "I don't need it."

As a non-human, it may not even be a carbon-based organism, and the virus is completely wrong with him.

Xiao Lan asked: "How do you give me?"

Qi Ning seems to be saying a very common thing: "Take a part from my blood and pour a hole in you."

Xiao Lan: "..."

What a crude vaccine method, do you really have a doctor's qualification for this gentleman? !

And looking at the pool of blood at the foot of Qi Ning, it is obvious that his current blood loss is already very large. If you add a little more, you always feel that you are crushing the injury.

Xiao Lan: "Forget it, I have a way, I won't burden you any more."

Qi Ning laughed: "Hehe...then thank you."

"Ready to start--"

Xiao Lan and Luo changed their posture and became alert.

Xiao Lan opened the skill:

[Name: Poverty cannot limit my imagination]

[Ability: Virus immunity]

"three--"

"two--"

"One--"

Two figures flashed into the library room instantly, like two different-colored winds.

Dark shadows unseen by ordinary people spread out in the room, searching for the whereabouts of a hidden person.

The attacker, who had concealed his body, was disturbed by such a movement and could not help turning his head to look at the door.

The next moment, he felt his body became clear, as if he had been attacked by unknown.

He tried hard to return to the void, but appeared to be dragged and appeared on the ground.

At this time, all the people saw clearly that this guy was wearing a tight biochemical protective suit and no trace of skin was exposed.

Obviously this was specifically prepared to deal with Qi Ning.

The attacker looked at his hands in astonishment, as if he didn't understand the situation.

When he turned to look at Qi Ning's position, he realized that there were no more people in the room.

Judging from the position occupied by the two people, it was obviously from Qi Ning's side.

One of the guys also waved at him: "Not surprised but not surprised~"

Attacker: "..."

Dog Day, Qi Ning, you cheated, what about the good lone ranger? ! !

How can even such a lunatic have friends?

Before he could speak, the guy who had spoken before took out a white stick, which looked like a broomstick picked up from somewhere.

The guy also said: "Come and come, give you a chance to single out."

There was a heads-up talk, but the guy had rushed towards him—

Two people followed.

The attacker was furious: "Damn, didn't you say heads-up?"

He picked up the crossbow and arrow and prepared to give this boy full of lies a cool heart.

As a result, the opponent's speed was faster than he expected, and came to him in an instant.

He just lifted the crossbow and arrow.

On the face is "Bang -" a stick, directly hit him and flew out.

This kind of stealth and long-range attack is like posting a notice on the forehead, "I am crispy, don't hit me."

Most of their bodies are not strong, and it is very difficult for a guy like Xiao Lan who has vigorously walked out of the miracle line to get close.

The attacker felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and even the internal organs were painful.

Did this person grow up eating feed? Such great strength? !

When he was flying in mid-air, he heard the other person's slow reply: "You singled out."

He almost spit out blood.

But before he really vomited blood, a black figure in a suit came to him.

The man just added another foot in the air, kicking his original parabola out of a 90° turn.

The attacker fell **** the ground.

This time, there are really a lot of bones falling apart.

He clearly felt that his body was not listening.

A strong sense of crisis appeared in his mind.

This is a hunch that every player has more or less, and now this hunch is like a sickle of death, resting on his throat.

He propped his hands up and was about to find a chance to slip away.

But he broke one of his hands and could not support his body at all.

Suddenly, a pair of black boots appeared in sight.

You can see it only when you are close. The black boots have been stained with blood. Every footprint left by it is clearly stained by blood.

Yes... Qi Ning!

He raised his head stiffly.

What appeared in his vision was the beak mask that became the nightmare of countless wanted criminals.

There was blood on the edge of the mask, but it dutifully obscured the face behind it.

He couldn't tell what the other person's expression looked like at the moment. Was it hatred, disdain, anger or... joy?

The thin palm suddenly grabbed his head, with a huge force that did not match his appearance.

Then, in his frightened eyes, the person opposite reached out and took off his mask, throwing it away.

Then, the free hand again pressed **** his face, making him feel bone pain, and it seemed that he would crush his facial features.

"Hehehe..." Qi Ning laughed lowly, his voice somewhat weak but hard to conceal his joy.

At the same time, a creepy feeling came from that palm.

Even the surrounding air twisted vaguely.

"Ah--" The attacker screamed and fell to the ground.

He wants to struggle, wants to resist, wants to kill this ghostly hunter...

But soon, his world has fallen into darkness, and his thinking has become dull, and every thought seems to be pulled for a long time.

His final consciousness was: Fang... Qi Ning... how could... have... such a cheap friend...