I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The three were marching in the snow.

Xiao Lan and Hua Yan did not speak. Only Long Shiren kept creating opportunities to chat with Hua Yan. Even if Hua Yan simply “hmm”, he could continue talking.

Fully demonstrated what is called the embarrassing chat skills of social people.

Nothing happened along the way, not even a crisis.

It seems that this place is really just a barren snow field.

On the way, the wind and snow have been increasing.

Xiao Lan and the two were okay, but Long Shiren couldn't stand it at this time. His entire face was frozen with purple, and his mouth that had been unwilling to stop like a machine gun had to be stopped.

After a while, Long Shiren could not do it anymore.

He shrunk in a huddle and said, "Two... two big brothers, do we, do we have to find a place to hide, hide from the wind?"

Hua Yan continued to move forward with his face unchanged, his tone lazy still: "I am not interested, I don't mind if you want."

But obviously it will not accompany.

Long Shiren almost cried: "I, I don't want to hide at all. It's super comfortable to blow a blow. I like blowing the wind the most."

It seems that God heard Long Shiren's inner call.

Soon after, when the three passed a small snow slope, Long Shiren cheered: "The house!!! The house!!! We have been saved!!!"

Xiao Lan looked forward, and a log cabin appeared in front of him.

The room looked rough, with no windows, and several gaps in the wall, but it was already a reliable shelter from this snowy field.

Unlike Long Shiren's excitement, Xiao Lan and Hua Yan just looked at this sudden wooden house.

They still remember that they were not living in the snow, but it was in a dangerous game field, and they also entered a room with obvious problems.

How to find clues here is the most important issue before them.

But...at present, this house is the most special one here.

If you want to find a clue, go in once.

Putting clues and traps together, even if the players know that there is danger, they have to step in to clear the customs. This is really the horror of the crow teacher.

The three still entered the house.

Although there was some air leakage, the room was quite dry and much warmer than outside.

There is a little rough furniture in the house, and a rough fireplace made of mud, with some firewood next to it, it looks like it can be directly heated.

Seeing the fireplace, Long Shiren ran directly and took the task of ignition.

He studied tremblingly for a while, and finally set the fire on.

"Hoo..." He took a sigh of relief, feeling that he was finally alive, and began to nest by the fireplace pretending to be a roast chicken.

Xiao Lan looked at the room and tried to find a clue.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of being peeped, but he couldn't find the source of his sight. It was like he had come from many places at the same time.

At the next moment, his sight disappeared.

He glanced at Hua Yan beside him.

Hua Yanliu's brows frowned slightly, and her eyes patrolled the room for a moment.

It seems that she should have found the sight.

The three acted independently in the room.

Xiao Lan and Hua Yan each chose a different direction, looking for clues without compromising the river.

Long Shiren seemed to be integrated with the fireplace. He leaned against the fireplace, and the mountains could not separate them.

Xiao Lan and Hua Yan did not expect this guy to make any contribution, so he let it go.

There was no one in the room for a while, only the sound of wood burning, accompanied by the snow outside the house.

The wind and snow became bigger in this short time.

The biting cold wind penetrated through the cracks of the wooden house, with a sharp roar, not only brought the bone cold, the wind also blew the flames in the fireplace, and the dragon was scared to add a few pieces to it. firewood.

The surroundings were getting colder, and even Xiao Lan felt a chill.

How much has this dropped? Even the physique of advanced players can't stand it.

There was even a layer of hoarfrost in the wooden house.

The temperature drop continues.

"Hi... Why is it getting colder?" Long Shiren murmured.

He pulled a worn blanket from the side and wrapped himself up. The whole person was almost stuck on the fireplace, but he was still trembling, obviously still feeling very cold.

Xiao Lan moved his hands and feet, and obviously felt some stiff movements.

Hua Yan's fingertips also started to turn red, and her exposed calf also showed patches of frozen red spots.

It’s not good to go on like this, maybe the three people will really die here.

Long Shiren saw their movements and pointed to the invisible blankets piled up next to them, saying, "Why, would you please cover a blanket, blanket..."

Xiao Lan looked at Long Shiren, who was shivering and wrapped in a blanket, and doubted the thermal insulation ability of the pile of blankets.

And this cold method is obviously not solved by keeping warm, leaving the place early is the main thing.

Xiao Lan shook his head: "No."

Long Shiren persuaded: "Brother, don't ask for demeanor or temperature, handsome and can't be eaten."

Xiao Lan looked at him, and then in the sight of Long Shiren, turned the [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] into a long winter jacket with a fur collar.

Waterproof and windproof are also frost-resistant, simple style and handsome, let you bid farewell to autumn pants, the best choice for men in winter.

...... In fact, Luo bought it for him before, and Xiao Lan subconsciously re-engraved it.

Not to mention, it's pretty warm.

Long Shiren looked at Xiao Lan, and then at his broken blanket.

Very tall! Awesome! Advanced players are amazing!

That... I call you dad, do you dare to agree?

He looked at Hua Yan in a little black dress again: "Sister Hua Yan uses this on me, I'll give you some heat."

At this time, I haven't forgotten my sister, this guy is really a man.

Hua Yan blinked and smiled: "No."

She said she took a cigarette with a slender filter from the storage space.

Hua Yan gently swallowed the smoke. The smoke seemed to be controlled by her. It began to interweave around her, and finally turned into a thin robe as smoke, with some mysterious patterns on it, obviously not only to keep warm One usage.

The beauty in the smoke at this moment looks more beautiful, just like the queen.

Long Shiren: "..."

There is only a broken blanket, and the junior players who rely on shaking are really humble...

He had to add some more wood to the fireplace.

The screaming wind and snow were even greater, and the humble log cabin was almost blown apart.

Xiao Lan continued to search for clues in this small hut.

There's really nothing here. The furniture is old and worn, and we don't see any strange marks.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan crouched down to look at her feet.

In the cracks in the floor, he seemed to see something reflective, and the thing was being mixed in the dust, making him see clearly.

Xiao Lan didn't dare to use [Dalit's Bones], fearing that one accidental fire would be confiscated and damaged.

He took out the long-lost [this is a venomous dagger], carefully reached into the gap in the floor, and took out the reflective thing.

It was a small piece of shiny crystal, with light reflection on the front and a gray coating on the back, which looked like a mirror.

How can there be a mirror here?

Xiao Lan checked the neighborhood again and found no other fragments.

It's like being cleaned by someone here, and this little piece fell unintentionally.

"Tapping, tapping—"

At this time, the door knocked abruptly outside.

who is it?

In such a snow and snow, who can trek all the way to knock on the door?

And they didn't hear any footsteps at all. This knock on the door suddenly appeared.

Long Shiren shivered.

He glanced between the two senior players with his eyes, hoping which one would come to a sao operation to solve this scene.

Seeing that there was no movement in the house, the knock on the door became more intense, and he seemed to want to smash the door directly.

Through the gap around the wooden house, Xiao Lan looked out.

There was no one outside the door.

But now there are a lot of figures on the snowfield. These figures are moving in the snow and their movements are stiff, but such a degree of snow and snow seems to have no obstacles to them.

Long Shiren panicked: "This, what is this--"

Hua Yan also saw that she supported her jaw with one hand: "It seems that we have many guests."

As their voices fell, the sound of knocking on the door became stronger, and the accumulated dust on the door panel was shaken down.

The door panel made an overwhelming creaking sound, and seemed to be unable to hold it.

Long Shiren shook again: "Me, what shall we do?"

Xiao Lan: "Fight or run."

Long Shiren: "..."

He also wanted to persuade the two bigwigs to be serious.

Unexpectedly, Hua Yan took out the mirror and began to organize her curls, a look indulging in her beauty.

On the other side, Xiao Lan also sat leisurely on the chair in the corner of the room, his expression playing with the dagger in his hand with ease.

These two people look like they are ready to welcome the guys from outside to join the party together.

Long Shiren was going crazy, he had to get up and look for clues in the house.

Not taking into account the coercion of the two big brothers, he rummaged about everything in the house, throwing away unwanted things aside and turning the room dusty.

It seems that newcomers always have unusual luck.

He opened the carpet in front of the fireplace, and even saw a closed door underneath.

With joy, he violently broke the lock of the secret door, tossing the broken lock aside, and opened the door smoothly.

Long Shiren raised his head happily: "Understood! We can escape!"

Unexpectedly, he met two pairs of eyes.

A pair of clear and charming, but the same indifference.

Long Shiren: "What... what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Lan played with a dagger and flexibly let the blade move through his fingertips: "Have you ever heard of being a tiger?"

Long Shi's stiffness: "You... what are you talking about? Brother Xiao, Hua Yan, let's run quickly and we will be able to leave soon."

Hua Yan stopped her hand to organize her hair. She turned the mirror over and said to Long Shiren with a slightly smoky voice: "Don't worry, why not explain it first, why can't you appear in the mirror?"

Long Shiren followed her movements beyond the mirror in her hand.

In that delicate vanity mirror, there is a fireplace, there are carpets, there are open doors but-

Without him.

Xiao Lan put away the dagger and no longer looked at the dragon's tenure on the smooth surface of the dagger.

He took out the pale bone stick: "Have you ever read a book written by a crow? In his pen, people who died in ghosts also find it difficult to obtain peace, and they often turn into ghosts, helping ghosts to hunt alive. people."

"Did you break the original mirror in the room? There is nothing that can reflect light here, have you dealt with it in advance?"

Long Shiren's face was anxious, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "No, it's not like this. There are only three of us here. This is definitely a ghost's blindfold. Don't be fooled."

Hua Yan took out the smoke again, this time the smoke was obviously different from before.

She spit out a smoke ring gently, with a hint of joking in the tone: "The person who found the wooden house is you, it is you who guided us to the wooden house, it is you who lit the fireplace, and it was you who found the secret passage."

"Mr. Long, are you too powerful?"

Xiao Lan approached him: "What's more, where there are three people here, obviously full of people everywhere."

After that he reached out and pointed to the seemingly empty roof.

He inspected the entire hut by the reflection of the dagger before.

The ceiling is full of dense figures hanging upside down. Their appearances are different, but their eyes are all pale eyes.

There was an infiltrating smile in the corners of their mouths, so they stared straight down.

It seemed that a certain truth had been revealed, and the knock on the door stopped.

The violent snowstorm also calmed down.

There was a moment of tranquility in the room.

Long Shiren's face was pale, he lowered his head: "They forced me...I don't want this..."

He looked at Hua Yan with a pained expression: "Sister Hua Yan, I don't want to hurt you... You believe me, this way is true, go ahead, and you can't go until the guys outside are here."

Xiao Lan glanced outside.

At this time, those stiff people were very close to the hut, and the sight was all over the shoulders.

It seems to be irritated by the behavior of Long Shiren, the traitor.

The speed of the figure outside accelerated suddenly, and even the rustling sound appeared on the ceiling of the wooden house.

Seeing this, Long Shiren's eyes were desperate: "It's too late, too late..."

As soon as his words fell, the door of the wooden house was directly kicked open.

A group of people described as withered, with sunken eyes and ragged clothes stared at their gray eyes, all with hungry light.

This is obviously no longer a living person.

They rushed towards the people in the room.

Even the two or five puppets of Long Long did not let go.

The attack started in an instant.

A cold hand grabbed Xiao Lan's head, and a sharp cold light flashed on his fingertips, as if he wanted to lift his heavenly cover directly.

If you can’t lift it off, you can lift his hairstyle into the Mediterranean.

How can a real man be Mediterranean!

Xiao Lan flashed sideways, and with a stick in his backhand he swept up.

The deep purple Dalit flame instantly turned this hand to ashes.

It seems that these guys' defense is not very good, really gratifying.

On the other side, Hua Yan spit out smoke gently.

The smoke turned pink after entering the air, spreading out instantaneously and filling the entire cabin.

The hunger and thirst in the eyes of those who were exposed to the smoke suddenly increased several times, and their eyes became more fierce.

But strangely, their fierce eyes turned to each other, biting each other as if the other party was a tender and juicy steak.

This smoke seems to attack indiscriminately.

After Long Shiren came into contact, his eyes became blurred, and he looked at Hua Yan emotionally, and tried to rush past her.

Even if he is in the siege of the ghosts.

Xiao Lan glanced inadvertently, and was almost disgusted by that look.

However, Xiao Lan was also exposed to this smoke, but did not feel any change.

After discovering Xiao Lan's state, Hua Yan's tone was a little surprised: "Oh, there is no response to my mist of lust. In my mist, color, desire, appetite, wealth, love, hatred... Each one has a different taste. The stronger the **, the more insane it will be."

"And you... interesting, don't you have any desire?"

Xiao Lan thought about it by the way between the hands.

What I long for is probably poverty.

Why, poor, does it deserve to taste?

What is the situation that is so poor that it is excluded?