I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Xiao Lan glanced at Carlos’s torn corpse, and sighed for the madness and ultimate desolation of the opponent and the tiger.

Without much time to sigh, the two chased along the traces on the ground.

Wherever the "God" passed, green mucus was left, all the way to the remote direction.

On the way, Xiao Lan pointed to the traces left by the "God" and expressed his doubts to Luo: "Can you eat this stuff?"

Luo's expression froze: "..."

He couldn't help wondering, was he such a cunning person in his eyes?

It seems that this question is not very accurate, Xiao Lan explained: "I mean swallow, is it... nutritious for you?"

Luo's tone was heavy: "I actually... also picky eaters."

If it wasn't for fighting, he didn't want to devour this mess at all.

When it comes to nutrition, it's still the best fragments of yourself.

Along the way to a corridor.

Suddenly, a tentacle composed of countless muscles stretched out from the originally flat ground, and the tentacle lashed towards Xiao Lan's ankle.

Xiao Lan quickly evaded the blow, but saw that the hard floor was directly smashed by the blow on the ground on which he had originally stood.

The strength of this tentacle is evident, not a soft little guy.

More muscles poured out of the gaps in the wall, gradually occupying a lot of space.

Countless human faces emerged from the surface of these muscles. With the flesh and blood moving together, a pair of eyes stared directly at Xiao Lan and the lips of the human face opened and closed alternately: "Sin, person, should, deserve, receive, Arrive, punish, punish..."

Xiao Lan looked alertly at an unknown object on a wall: "This guy seems to be getting stronger."

Luo also said: "It may be the part of Carlos that it absorbs before it is continuously digested. The longer it is digested, the stronger it will be."

Xiao Lan picked up the [Bone of Rebellion] and rushed up: "It seems we need to speed up."

Two figures rushed towards the wall of flesh and blood.

The "God" on the wall also attacked them without any weakness.

Countless of them attacked the two with sharp thorny tentacles, much faster than before.

After this encounter, Xiao Lan clearly felt that the opponent's body had become stronger.

The force that could have hit it hard now can only leave a wound on the flesh, and soon, the wound will creep and heal, which is very difficult to deal with.

The two continually cut off the claws of the tentacles and flesh and blood coming from the attack.

But now the "God" is like a battery behind it, and it is continuously supplied with energy, so that it can recover quickly.

And, during this time, its offensive power was once again stronger.

With this trade-off, it is not a good idea to fight attrition.

Xiao Lan evaded the attack that came to him: "This way is not a way to go, this thing is the same as bringing treatment, it can't be consumed like this, maybe we have to find his body first."

Luo nodded, cut off the tentacles with his fingertips, and began to count down: "3 -"

The tacit understanding of fighting side by side many times made Xiao Lan instantly understand what Luo was going to do.

"2--"

Xiao Lan cut off the tentacle in front of him with a knife.

While observing the surrounding environment, one foot stepped back and prepared.

"1--"

Xiao Lan didn't fight, and ran quickly out of the corridor under his feet.

The "God" will naturally not let go of the sinner who undermined his plan, and countless tentacles are extended to try to drag him back.

But at the next moment, as if the pause button was pressed, its movements suddenly stopped, and the waving tentacles and claws were stuck in midair.

Taking advantage of this short pause, Luo's figure also disappeared.

When "God" felt that his body could move again, his eyes were empty.

The two nasty guys who undermined his plan slipped like they did before.

He slipped more neatly than he did.

People who are good at slipping numbers are very angry when they can slip more than they are.

The faces on the wall of flesh and blood made angry roars, cursing the two who dared to blaspheme.

After roaring, the muscles occupying the wall receded slowly, and the tentacles were cut off on the ground and re-absorbed by it.

Soon, only the battle-damaged environment and the messy slime were left.

The figure of "God" is no longer visible.

Xiao Lan left the corridor and went all the way.

After feeling the threat behind him had gone away, he stopped.

"Luo." Xiao Lan habitually called his most familiar name.

But there was no response.

Xiao Lan's brow furrowed slightly, looking around him.

Didn’t Luo keep up? Or what happened?

Luo could not find him, something special must have happened.

After waiting in the same place for a while, Xiao Lan still didn't see Luo's figure.

He carefully moved towards the place where he had fought before.

But there was nothing and nothing, including the traces of battles left before. It was like the most common corridor in a cruise ship.

Xiao Lan was full of doubts, what happened? Where did Luo go?

He took out the envelope and was ready to contact Luo to confirm the current situation.

But the message left on the envelope was like Shi Shen Dahai, Luo did not give him the slightest response.

He put away the envelope and began to find it on the ship.

Soon, Xiao Lan discovered that something was wrong with the ship.

The ship is too quiet. It is impossible for a 8,000-person cruise ship to maintain such silence. Such silence can be said to be deadly.

Xiao Lan went to the area with many tourists before, from restaurants to cafes to bars.

Similarly, he did not see the slightest figure in these places, only the gorgeous decoration around him as usual.

Endemion seemed to become a silent ghost ship, and the previous lively scene was like an illusion in his trance.

After walking to the deck, Xiao Lan realized that there was no sea breeze on the way, and the ship seemed to have stopped.

The Enmidio was surrounded by a thick fog.

The sight is all in the white, and I can't see how far away, not only can't see the hull, but also the sea.

The empty cruise ship, combined with the situation where Luo could not be reached, Xiao Lan speculated that this space might be different from the previous one.

It is not the first time that such a situation has been encountered. As a player, it is not surprising to see any strong winds and waves.

He expressed good adaptation.

Clenching the "Bone of Rebellion" in his hand, Xiao Lan continued to advance on the ship.

The fog has little effect on the ship, and the field of vision is not much different from before.

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps in front of him.

There are two footsteps, and it sounds like the frequency of the steps is exactly the same, like being well-trained or full of tacit understanding.

Xiao Lan stopped, alerting the people who were about to appear.

"Huh, Xiao Lan Lan?" The result was Wen Zhixian.

He didn't look much different from before, but his clothes were stained and damaged, and he looked like he had experienced fighting.

Feng Sheng was also by his side, nodding to Xiao Lan as a hello.

Wen Zhixian paused: "We are very destined, Xiao Lanlan, I came in with somebody, how about you?"

Xiao Lan: "It's almost the same, I came in while fighting monsters."

Wen Zhixian asked: "Do you know the current situation?"

Xiao Lan shrugged: "I only know that the npc seems to have disappeared, the fog is outside, and the boat has stopped. You are the first time I have met a player here."

Wen Zhixian: "Only the players and some of the threats they have come out now, don't take it lightly, these people are very—"

Before he finished, a burst of fire exploded behind him, accompanied by a deafening explosion and a scorching air wave.

"Lying trough! Why are you chasing again, A Sheng and Xiao Lan Lan run quickly." Wen Zhixian rolled on the ground, and his clothes were dirty, he didn't care, he quickly got up and ran in one direction, sealed Sheng also followed closely behind him.

Xiao Lan was a little inexplicable, but the attack was obviously bad, so it’s better to slip first.

He ran behind them and discovered that although Wen Zhixian and Feng Sheng had different appearances and personalities, their backs were indeed very similar.

Not only are they almost the same height, they seem to be the same body shape.

Is this why they are at the same pace?

Not long after, the attack appeared again behind them.

It was a cannonball the size of a human head, and it looked very powerful.

Not only that, the shells seem to be chased automatically, and simple obstacles can evade actively, chasing them endlessly.

The three men continued to run faster.

"Boom--" The shells exploded not far from them.

The air wave caused the three to rush forward for several steps. The extremely high temperature burned the skin and brought a burning pain.

If it were not for the strong physique of senior players experiencing social beatings, Xiao Lan suspected that he would become a poor junk under the attack just now.

Hmm... it may also be a pool of poor meat sauce.

The power of this shell seems to be a foul.

The three of them are staggering, but they are all senior players, and they will not be able to bear it.

After adjusting the pace a little, they continued to run forward.

At this time, Xiao Lan looked back at the attacker.

It was a tall, fat man like Roshan, with a black rpg rocket launcher-like weapon on his shoulder.

Now the opponent's sight is facing them, with a grin in the corner of his mouth.

In this case, even if you hold the artifact, you have to hit the opponent.

But now people holding rpg are far away from them, and the shells also have their own tracking function.

Such a long attack distance is too cheating! ! ! ! !

Xiao Lan couldn't help but glance at his [Bone of Rebellion].

At this moment, he deeply realized what is called "adult, the times have changed".

The shells attacked again, this time much faster than before.

It's too late to evade, Xiao Lan can only speed up the pace, and look forward to [The Emperor's New Clothes 2.0] can play its own injury reduction effect.

It seems that he sensed his mood, and the [Bone of Rebellion] in his hand took the initiative to prove his value of existence.

A black shield appeared in Xiao Lan's hands instantly.

The size of the shield continued to extend, and it ended up just to cover his whole body.

I didn't expect that [Bone of Dalit] would have such a function after absorbing Luo's core.

However, it is not too late to find out.

Xiao Lan picked up the shield and blocked it from the direction of the shell.

"Booming--"

Three successive explosions sounded, the fragments of the shells hit the shield, and Xiao Lan's hand shook slightly.

However, the shield perfectly caught the attack.

Fully demonstrated what is called "Old Ji Fu, aiming for thousands of miles."

What is the use of high-tech weapons, it can still be blocked.

On the other side, Wen Zhixian was directly overturned by the power of the explosion and rolled out several times on the ground.

"Cough cough... I'm almost done, this guy is too sad and crazy." Wen Zhixian got up from the ground with difficulty.

Feng Sheng took him a hand, but his mouth was very mean: "That's because you have eaten too much chocolate recently and gained three kilograms. Your excess fat has affected my movements."

Wen Zhixian looked at him with accusatory eyes: "You are so ruthless, A Sheng, I don't want face-saving!"

Feng Sheng sneered: "Oh, hurry up, don't ink, and you will get cold again when you lie down."

The trio continued to run for life.

Xiao Lan is full of question marks now.

Why does Wen Zhixian's weight affect Feng Sheng's movements?

Why are there shells chasing them?

Why should he run?

Time is limited, Xiao Lan can only choose the most important question: "What's the situation with the guy behind?!!!"

Wen Zhixian wiped his face and kept walking: "This guy is under my dad's hand. This time there was no him in the original list. I didn't expect him to blend in with the old guys, hiding enough deep……"

Feng Sheng said indifferently: "I don't know who said ‘since they want to start, then don’t blame me for being so polite’”

Wen Zhixian covered his face: "Please don't say it, it's already uncomfortable to pretend to be beaten..."

As the young master of Xiangliu, he doesn't want face.

Xiao Lan grabbed the point of the matter: "That is to say, he came to you?"

Wen Zhixian: "Well..."

Xiao Lan: "Is nothing to do with me?"

Wen Zhixian: "Ah..."

Xiao Lan looked at Wen Zhixian: "You said, I will tie you up to him now, how about proving his innocence?"

Wen Zhixian's face trough: "How can you be so ruthless Xiaolan Lan!!!"