I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

In a dark area outside the game.

Xiao Lan pinched [You are too poor to make me laugh], always feel that the meaning of this prop is to come to the world in order to mock him, and what he rewards is just by the way.

Then, a new system prompt sounded:

"After testing, the player Xiao Lan's comprehensive combat power exceeds 200% of the junior players, which meets the intermediate player upgrade requirements, and has now been upgraded to the intermediate player."

Xiao Lan didn't expect his upgrade speed to be so fast, these are only three copies.

It turned out that the condition of the upgrade is the combat effectiveness of the player, which is really simple and rough.

The system also improved that he had a new exclusive room after the upgrade and gave him location instructions. After Xiao Lan intends to return to the player's station, he will first find Wang Teddy to trade the blade of Demeter, and then go to the new room.

In the dark, Xiao Lan suddenly remembered that when he was fighting Mrs. Bella before, he seemed to trigger [Poverty can't limit my imagination]. The new passive ability that appeared after the upgrade was the one that randomly obtained props.

At that time, the battle was fierce, and I couldn't take the time to take a look. That thing should have entered his storage space directly, so now [you are too poor to make me laugh] can only be held in his hands.

Xiao Lan inspected his storage space and found that there was a white object in it.

He showed it with anticipation:

[Name: Autographed by Zhang Dong (rare props, bound)]

[Ability: None]

[Description: Zhang Dong knows that you all want this]

Damn it!

"Who wants this stuff..." Xiao Lan handed his signature to Luo, "Why would even this stuff become a rare item?"

Luo looked closely at Xiao Lan’s hand signature: “Probably because it was produced by the boss,”

Xiao Lan: "..."

In terms of output, it is indeed very rare.

Sooner or later, the world will be over.

Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Xiao Lan sighed, and what came was still coming. Across two copies, he still received an autograph from Zhang Dong.

If Lin Yanquan knew that he had killed so many players, he could only get such a thing in the end, would he be resurrected in anger?

Xiao Lan picked up the gadget expressionlessly and threw it away.

Then he stepped out of the darkness.

Xiao Lan returned to his narrow small room.

Before, only one person seemed to be okay. Now the two big men squeeze the remaining space in an instant, and they can’t even turn around. Xiao Lan had no choice but to open them directly to find Wang Teddy.

"Knockknock"

Xiao Lan knocked on the door next door.

Wang Teddy’s little curly hair came out of the door and saw Xiao Lan. He smiled happily: "Xiao Lan~ and Fellow, do you want to go to dinner together! I can tell you what is delicious in the player restaurant. ."

Xiao Lan nodded and saw that Wang Teddy was alone. He asked: "Wang Ke? I thought you would be together."

Wang Teddy closed the door and led the way in front: "My brother made an appointment with someone, and he has just left."

Xiao Lan lamented that Wang Ke was really a model worker. He just entered the game and immediately entered the battle. Perhaps the junior field is not a burden for him at all.

Come to the player restaurant.

It covers a huge area and is a simple decoration style, almost dominated by white tones, with huge glass windows, it seems to make people feel very relaxed.

Ordering food is also very convenient. There are a lot of windows here. Just choose from the pictures of the windows. Soon there will be cooked food delivered from the inside. It looks very unscientific and the production method and process are completely opaque.

Previously, Xiao Lan went straight to the door when he was eating alone. He would eat whatever he saw close. He hadn't really studied what was delicious.

Wang Teddy took a dining car and walked all the way to add food. While introducing these foods to Xiao Lan, it looked like a food tray.

"The restaurants in the player's premises provide food for free, and they are so delicious. Unfortunately, when entering the game, players are not allowed to bring them in, alas..."

Wang Teddy sighed, remembering the painful experience in Mrs. Bella's manor, why would anyone he knows not cook, of course, neither would he.

If Wang Ke's cooking is alchemy, Wang Teddy's cooking process can be simply described as how steel is made.

Going deeper, Xiao Lan discovered that there is really everything here, whether it is Chinese cuisine, Asian regional cuisine, or European American style, anyway, as long as there are anywhere in the world can be found here. He even saw the incredible existence of looking up at the starry sky, fried chili mooncakes and fried herring noodles...

It can be said that as long as you dare to eat, the world will dare to provide.

Seeing Xiao Lan's gaze staying above the starry sky, Wang Teddy's tone shivered: "Xiao...... Lan... You, you, you want to open a little, there are still many beautiful existences in the world."

Xiao Lan withdrew his gaze regretfully.

The three found a private room and sat down. While eating, Xiao Lan and Wang Teddy talked about wanting to trade Demeter's blade with him.

Hearing 300,000, Wang Teddy's eyes lighted up instantly: "Trade, of course we must trade! We are friends, and I certainly won't pit you."

Of course, there is no such thing as currency in the advent of the world, and players use props for their transactions.

Wang Teddy took over the [Demeter blade] and tried it, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "This prop! It will increase my fortune! Oh my god, isn't it a billion promising!"

After thinking about how to use it only to deduct the value of poverty, Xiao Lan thought sadly: We are different...

Happy Wang Teddy, like a Doraemon, moved a lot of things out of the storage space and put them on the table to study.

"Xiao Lan, don't you have a light, how about this [nuclear flashlight], as long as it is not broken, it will keep on..."

"There is this, ten-grid backpack, you should really need..."

"[Sister Sister's Heart], can treat mild to moderate injuries, unless the limb is amputated, it can be cured, the number of uses is 3 times..."

Wang Teddy intimately helps Xiao Lan to think about what kind of props to choose, and it looks as if he is planning for his family.

Wang Teddy is really a very nice person, Xiao Lan thought.

The hurry of life before gave him no time to make friends at all, but did not expect to meet such friends after coming to this dangerous world.

The encounter in life is really wonderful.

Wang Teddy pushed a plastic cup-like prop again: "This is for you, we can contact you anytime in the future."

Xiao Lan took a look:

【Name: Plastic Friendship】

[Ability: To establish contact between two players, you can hang up at any time]

[Description: This is the same friendship as plastic]

Although this description is very unreliable, it is indeed a contact prop.

"Thank you, Teddy." Xiao Lan's thanks are very sincere.

Wang Teddy scratched his head and was a bit embarrassed by this praise: "Don’t thank me. You were able to get through before, but you’ve done a lot of work, otherwise I’m not good at meeting the kind of undead boss, and I may need to use something else in the end. The props escaped."

Mentioning the previous copy, Xiao Lan remembered one thing: "I didn't see Qi Ning before the customs clearance. Does he have any other customs clearance method?"

Xiao Lan doesn't think that advanced players will fold in the junior court.

Wang Teddy nodded: "For Qi Ning's words, sometimes he will leave the copy with props sometimes after solving the goal, and sometimes he will stay at the end, not sure. Anyway, this man is haunted and it is difficult to be caught."

Later, Xiao Lan told him that he was promoted to an intermediate player, and then he would not live next to him anymore, leaving Wang Teddy with his new address.

Wang Teddy, who has been a junior player for three years, is envious of this.

"Oh, right." Wang Teddy seemed to remember something. "Intermediate players will take longer to enter the game. It may be about a month. They can stay in reality for three days. You can take a good rest at this time. a bit."

Farewell to Wang Teddy, Xiao Lan came to his new room.

It is still a towering building, and the rooms in it look much less than before and appear less dense.

Xiao Lan pushed the door open. There are two rooms inside and outside, and the space is much larger than before. Unlike the room where the junior players have already placed their furniture, the empty place here may be the reason why the intermediate players have more time, allowing them to choose their own furniture.

There is a suspended panel at the door, where you can choose the furniture you need. Xiao Lan turned over casually, and there were quite a few furniture options.

He pointed to the panel and asked Luo: "Luo, would you like to come to a bed, we have one room each."

Luo shook his head, not looking very happy.

Xiao Lan thought about it, too, Luo did not need to sleep at all. Before going to sleep, I only switched to the standby mode at the request of Xiao Lan.

Changed another way of thinking, Xiao Lan arranged the outside room into a living room. The straight man who had no aesthetic ability and was afraid of trouble directly chose a template, and the room changed its appearance instantly.

Seeing Luo looking at the bookcase in the room, Xiao Lan pointed to a retro-style table lamp: "Do you like this?"

Luo turned his head and smiled at Xiao Lan: "Mr. chose for me, I like it very much."

It looks really happy.

Don't ask Xiao Lan why he is very happy in the smile he looks almost the same. Ask is the intuition of the straight man.

Into the night.

Xiao Lan was sitting on the bed, not far from sleeping.

"Knockknock" Luo knocked on the door of his room.

"come in."

Luo entered the room with a glass of milk. He put the milk gently on Xiao Lan’s bedside and warmly said: "Sir, I prepared hot milk for you. The tryptophan in it will help human sleep. ."

Looking at the hot milk at the head of the bed, Xiao Lan, a rough man for twenty years, was a bit ignorant. He had never received such exquisite care: "Is this... a return from the table lamp?"

Luo smiled: "It's okay to say so."

Xiao Lan picked up the milk, the temperature of the milk was just right, and the mellow taste really made people feel very comfortable.

"Good night, sir." When Xiao Lan finished drinking, Luo put away his cup and left the room quietly.

"good night."

Looking at the closed door, Xiao Lan thought about Luo.

This person is quiet most of the time and always helps when he needs it most. When the two cooperated, they had an unspeakable sense of tacit understanding, and Xiao Lan had an unexplainable feeling of trust in him.

Obviously he should never have seen this person.

Even Xiao Lan didn't understand Luo, what kind of past did Luo have, and what kind of treatment would Luo be divided into fragments? Everything about this person seems to be shrouded in fog and unreal.

The source of trust and tacit understanding is even harder to find.

Soon after, the lights in the bedroom had completely disappeared.

the other side.

A dark interior.

Luo sat on the sofa and stared at the neon outside the window. His face was unpredictable. There was a sense of loneliness in him, as if he had nothing to do with this world.

Perhaps the only connection is the "master" in the house at the moment.

Luo wondered in his heart, who is he, or... what is it?

The decision to follow Xiao Lan came entirely from his instinct. At that time, a strong idea that he must follow Xiao Lan was born in his heart, but he didn't even know why.

Reached to turn on the lamp next to the table. The warm yellow light dispelled the loneliness and coldness in the room. Perhaps it was that he had stayed too long in darkness and nothingness, making him abnormally hate darkness from the depths of his soul, even if his body was a dark shadow.

Luo reached out his hand and traced the outline of the table lamp gently, as if the person in front of him was choosing the table lamp for him. The light outlined an ambiguous shadow on his face.

His whisper sounded in the silent room: "Since I have followed me, you can never get rid of me, sir."