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: "Why didn't he let me go!"

Wen Zhixian thought about it for a while, and there was a bit of fictitiousness: "Big, probably... I think of you as my hidden helper..."

Xiao Lan: "Aren't you still being dragged into the water?"

The three of them jumped under the artillery chase.

Feng Sheng tried to counterattack with a sniper-gun-gun while taking advantage of the artillery fire, but at this distance, even if he used special bullet props, the lethality and accuracy have been greatly reduced, and it is difficult to cause anything to the other party. Influential damage.

"Huh." Feng Sheng frowned and put away the sniper-gun-gun, and concentrated on running.

Suddenly, Yu Lan of Xiao Lan caught a glimpse of the guy chasing behind and put away the rpg and replaced it with a larger rocket launcher.

If the size of this rocket launcher is of the average person's size, even if it can be carried, there will be great obstacles when moving.

The man behind him is 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 two are combined like a mobile fortress.

What's more, this mobile fortress is still running very fast.

Xiao Lan poked Wen Zhixian, who was spitting fast: "He changed his weapon, you see."

Wen Zhixian looked the same and almost vomited: "Lying-groove! This...it's going to kill someone!!!!!! Run!!!!"

Xiao Lan asked: "Why did he have so many shells? It's hard to get this kind of attacking props?"

Wen Zhixian said: "Damn, these old guys have already invested their blood to kill me!"

Xiao Lan kept walking: "I'll still tie you up and throw it away!!"

Wen Zhixian screamed: "Don't--"

Not waiting for Xiao Lan to think about how to break the situation, a stronger explosion than before has exploded behind them.

"boom--"

The sound of the explosion was deafening, violently impacting the entire hallway, the solid walls and floor were cracked, and countless fragments splashed.

Xiao Lanhua made a shield to resist, but this time the explosive power was unexpectedly great.

He felt a tremendous impact force that was difficult to resist, and the whole person was flew out in an instant. The extremely high-temperature flame mixed with the fragments of artillery shells suddenly rushed towards him, occupying Xiao Lan's entire field of vision.

Xiao Lan raised his head and looked away, hoping to minimize the damage in this explosion.

Unexpectedly, I heard the system prompt:

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

This time, his non-working props actually triggered the damage immunity effect!

You know that this thing claims to have a 20% probability of being immune to damage, but it is as if it does not exist on Xiao Lan. Even if he is almost killed by a hammer in the training ground, it has not been activated. He was about to think that in fact [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] only has 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 piece of bright red.

Feng Sheng pressed Wen Zhixian below and used his body to block the impact of the violent explosion.

Now his back is red, his spine has broken, fragments of bones and blood flesh are mixed together, and the exposed internal organs can be seen vaguely.

Such injuries, even for players...

"Cough..." Feng Sheng coughed up a big blood, and the blood stained the ground.

He looked at Wen Zhixian, "Axian, run quickly... goodbye..."

With that said, Feng Sheng lost his strength in an instant, and his body, which was supported only by the strength of his arm, fell directly and pressed against Wen Zhixian.

His eyes had not closed yet, but his eyes had solidified.

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

Xiao Lan was about to step forward to help, but when he saw the next moment Wen Zhixian pulled the body of Feng Sheng without hesitation and got up quickly.

"Xiao Lanlan, hurry." Wen Zhixian waved at Xiao Lan, ran away without looking back, and never looked at Feng Sheng's broken body again.

He didn't seem to be sad and unwilling, and he couldn't see the kind of friendship between the two before him.

Xiao Lan was stunned by this strange behavior.

But the heavy footsteps behind him approached again, too late to think, Xiao Lan quickly continued to run forward.

The previous artillery fire smashed the hull into a big hole, and lost the hull's resistance. The fog outside poured in through the gap, and the vision was white.

This mist just became a cover for the two, making it difficult for the pursuers to control their whereabouts.

The distance between the two sides became wider and wider, and soon they could not hear the heavy steps behind them.

After running for a while, after confirming the safety around him, Wen Zhixian finally couldn't carry it. He sat on the ground and gasped: "Ouch... I can't do it anymore. I'm a magical teenager who is really not suitable for long-distance running. This physical exercise."

Xiao Lan also stopped and looked quietly at Wen Zhixian.

After seeing each other's bizarre behavior, he felt a little vigilance in his heart.

This guy...wouldn't it be the type that is good at selling teammates?

Wen Zhixian's eyes on Xiao Lan immediately understood his thoughts.

Wen Zhixian gasped and said, "Huh... Xiao Lan Lan... don't get me wrong, A Sheng is... my skills are produced, as long as I don't die, I can spend time to resurrect him, we say goodbye... It really means to see you later."

Xiao Lan raised an eyebrow: "Skills?"

Feng Sheng seems to have independent thinking, not at all like that being manipulated.

Especially when he talked about words and strings, he has always been merciless.

Wen Zhixian nodded: "When I was a kid... because my parents were very busy, I could only stay alone. From an early age, I imagined A Sheng to play with me. Later, I entered the game, and the skills I could get Creating a friend to come out to help, the first thing I thought of was A Sheng."

He said that he also showed Xiao Lan his skills, proving that he was not lying.

【Name: Secret Skills · Friends out of Nowhere】

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

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

Xiao Lan: "..."

What a skill that sounds so lonely.

But this also explains Wen Zhixian's previous behavior.

He had no nostalgia for Feng Sheng's body because he knew that he could resurrect the other party as long as he didn't die. Perhaps this was not the first time between them, so he would run so skillfully.

Wen Zhixian smiled: "Did you startle you?"

Xiao Lan's smile was easy-going: "I almost thought I would tie you up and send it over."

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

Did you show a wave of Sao operation on the death line?

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

Wen Zhixian slapped the little bug, and his face changed greatly: "Oh, this is a tracking item!"

Heavy footsteps sounded again, this time, not far away.

The two stared at each other, and now Wen Zhixian was physically weak, and he had lost Feng Sheng. It would be difficult for him to run away.

It's better to... solve the source of danger.

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

He pointed to the freezer: "Where can I solve it? There should be a lot of things in it that can block the line of sight, and the space is limited, he can't even blow himself up?"

Once they can get close, they will not be so passive.

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

There is a lot of space in the freezer, and there are many goods that can be used as bunkers. Even if the other party bombs at the door, it can block one block. The temperature of the freezer is very low, but for advanced players, it will not have much impact.

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

Xiao Lan asked: "What fight do you usually use?"

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

The two were waiting in the dark.

Not long.

"boom--"

The strong explosion directly opened the door of the freezer, and the tall figure against the light entered the freezer.

"Zhixian, are you there?" He yelled, "I know you are here, Uncle Huang is watching you enter the game, it's better to reach the end, you just see it in our friendship. how about it?"

This guy is called Huang Xiaowu, which Wen Zhixian told Xiao Lan before.

Through the glimmer at the gate, Xiao Lan saw Wen Zhixian made a "you are sick" lip.

Huang Xiaowu was searching in the freezer while trying to irritate Wen Zhixian: "Xianliu is a river that his uncles laid down, but it's not a toy for children. I think Laowen also drinks too much and messes up all day. Come."

Frozen Kurian was quiet, there was no response.

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

Huang Xiaowu looked for a while, and still did not find Wen Zhixian, he was finally impatient: "Little boy, fucking, I want to waste my time, right?"

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

He switched the weapon in his hand and began to bombard various obstacles in the frozen warehouse with a smaller barrel.

Artillery fire and various debris flew together, and the things that affected his sight were decreasing.

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

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

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

Suddenly a gust of wind rose from the freezer, lifting up the debris from the ground, which also blocked Huang Xiaowu's sight.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to wave the [Bone of Rebellion] and slammed into the other party's head.

"Ding--"

The stick hit the hard barrel.

Huang Xiaowu showed a greasy smile: "It's finally out, little boys."

It turned out that the impatience he had just disguised was to reveal the empty door to lure Xiao Lan and the two to attack him.

In an instant, he turned the muzzle towards Xiao Lan, apparently already prepared.

Xiao Lan also guarded against his move, directly twisted his body to avoid, and at the same time swept it out again.

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

Huang Xiaowu retreated sharply, leaving the range of attack at a speed that did not match the size of Roshan.

The distance between the two parties was opened in a short time.

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

With that said, Huang Xiaowu quickly raised the barrel and pointed in the direction of Xiao Lan: "Goodbye, little boys."

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

However, the barrel was quiet and there was no response.

A trace of consternation flashed across Huang Xiaowu's face. The barrel was a prop produced in the game, and there could be no quality problems.

So... just what the two guys opposite did.

He looked across.

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

Huang Xiaowu touched his gun barrel, and as a matter of course, he touched ice **** in one of them.

Wen Zhixian did not know when he had frozen his barrel deadly!

Probably, just when he had just played, he was attracted by Xiao Lan's attention.

Xiao Lan smiled at him: "Although your face is stubborn, it is still too tender."

Wen Zhixian also laughed: "Dad said before, Uncle Huang is too big-hearted, but he didn't think enough. If you think about it carefully, you won't be shot by the old guys."

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

But he is not stupid. He understands that in such an environment, he will not be able to use it, and he intends to rush out before moving.

Before he could move, Wen Zhixian on the opposite side raised his hand, and there seemed to be a flash of light on his fingertips.

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

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

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

Weapons appeared again in his hands.

This time it was a machine gun. In such a closed environment, he still dared not use the powerful gun barrel. He came to seek more benefits, but he did not want to take his own life.

The fire suddenly poured out towards the two in front.

Xiao Lan flexibly shuttled between bullets, moving lightly and quickly.

Wen Zhixian had no way to perform such an overly flamboyant move. He flew directly to the bunker to hide, but secretly manipulated the ice crystal to wrap up Huang Xiaowu's leg.

Huang Xiaowu's movement suddenly staggered.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to get close again and waved his stick to his head.

Huang Xiaowu also responded extremely quickly, raising a machine gun to try to block it.

But this is just a fake.

While the other party was blocking, Xiao Lan kicked fiercely to his knee, kicking the person down on his knees.

Then a stick hit Huang Xiaowu's heavy body like Rongshan and flew out.

With a bang, a heavy body hit the wall, and Huang Xiaowu suddenly spit out blood.

Although he looks tall and strong, he is actually a long-range. Even if he is stronger than the ordinary long-range body, his physical strength is not as pure as that of Xiao Lan.

With a fierce blow from Xiao Lan, he felt that his body was about to fall apart.

Did all of these moms play melee and grew up eating feed?

One by one, like the prehistoric monsters.

"Hehe..." Huang Xiaowu gasped and propped up his body.

He realized the difficulty of these two little cubs, but once he lost the advantage of distance and weapons, he obviously fell into the disadvantage.

This time, I really lost money.

Huang Xiaowu's eyes were gloomy, and he took out the powerful gun barrel that was used when he was chasing the three.

After this blow, whoever survives depends on luck.

However, if this is not done, it will be him who will die here today.

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

One hand pressed against the top of his head.

The strength of the hand was very light, but Huang Xiaowu's heart sank. He looked up and saw Wen Zhixian's smiling face.

Wen Zhixian's mouth still has a smile, but the bottom of his eyes is a deep and inexplicable killing intention. It looks extremely cold, which is completely different from his usual relaxed feeling.

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

The next moment he had become an ice sculpture.

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

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

Wen Zhixian clapped the ice chips on his hand and gently said: "Goodbye, Uncle Huang."

After that, Wen Zhixian approached Xiao Lan and reached out to him: "Thank you this time, I can't figure him out by myself."

Xiao Lan clapped his hand: "You're welcome, you helped me at the beginning, otherwise I don't know anything about this game field."

Wen Zhixian didn't want to freeze the fart-shares, he sat directly on the ground: "Can you guard me for a while, I want to build A Sheng, but in the process I need to go all out to take care of the outside world."

Xiao Lan nodded in agreement.

After a while, he saw a figure appear slowly.

The figure is gradually integrated from the outline to the details, and gradually looks like Feng Sheng.

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

Finally, Feng Sheng's figure appeared again.

Wen Zhixian said: "Meet again, Sheng."

Feng Sheng nodded: "It's hard, A Xian."

Wen Zhixian's eyes were dark, and a dangerous smile appeared: "A Sheng, now it's our turn to teach the old guys."

Feng Sheng did not cooperate: "Axian, you are in the middle of the fantasy scene."

Wen Zhixian: "..."

Xiao Lan, who has watched the whole process, said that it is really annoying to have a buddy who can see all of his secondary two fantasy.

Just ask, which human being hasn't imagined some scenes that would be embarrassing to say?