I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After the little ball was nourished, there was no movement outside, and even the noise in the various rooms outside did not come out, as if it was isolated from reality.

Xiao Lan did not act rashly, he waited silently.

After waiting for a while, the footsteps of someone entering finally sounded outside. The footsteps were two people.

"Baby~ I love you so much~"

"Baby, me too~"

"Today we are going to take a bath~"

"Mua～"

Accompanying the sound of footsteps was greasy love words, at the same time, the clamor outside also passed over, and the bathroom was finally no longer a separate space that seemed to be torn apart.

After a quick shower, Xiao Lan pushed open the broken door in the bathroom cubicle.

At the same time, there is the one opposite.

Xiao Lan made a face-to-face meeting with the Wuting Pavilion, who opened the door opposite. After seeing the expressions on each other's faces at the moment, the two exchanged an unspoken look.

Obviously they just encountered the same thing, it seems that Wuting also has its own solution.

Wu Ting, the girl with long hair still dripping with water, scattered casually on her shoulders, only wrapped in a bath towel on her body, and she came out so big.

In order to show respect for the other party, Xiao Lan quickly looked away.

But in that brief glance, he still found Wu Ting's chest... It was so flat that he could run a hundred grass and mud horses, just like a man. Was the original rough seas all credited to silicone or sponge pads?

What is the most basic trust between people?

Wu Ting was unaware of Xiao Lan's inner shock, and she left in such a graceful pace.

On the other side, the sound of the water where the couple is already sounded, accompanied by some unharmonious sounds. Hearing that Xiao Lanhun had goose bumps all over him, afraid of leaving spicy ears, he rubbed his arms and speeded up and hurried away.

Back in the room, Xiao Lan found Luo standing in darkness.

The false city outside the window brought a faint light. The tall nose bridge, slightly smiling lips, and beautifully curved jaws were reflected on his side faces, which made Luo's facial features particularly outstanding.

Luo seems to be pondering something, and his serious reflection reveals a unique charm.

He didn't recover until Xiao Lan's footsteps appeared at the door of the room.

"Sir." Luo looked at Xiao Lan. "It seems that there is a power outage in the room."

Xiao Lan: "..."

All the beautiful pictures before are broken, so this guy is thinking about why there is a power outage?

Xiao Lan stepped forward and checked, and found that the landlord had renovated the circuit in the partition room, and the power would be cut off uniformly at night. It was really a guy who stole to a certain extent.

Perhaps Zhang Donghui of the terminal supermarket has a very common language with him.

Even the little fan on the top of the head that was old and crumbling and crunching stopped, and tonight seemed to be the rhythm of being hot.

Xiao Lan looked around the room: "Unfortunately, there are no tools at hand, otherwise I can change a circuit or something."

Luo is very curious: "Sir, how many skills have you mastered by poverty?"

Xiao Lan thought for a while: "This is how we poor ghosts are..."

Just between the two of them talking, there was a sudden rustle above the head.

Xiao Lan looked up and saw that something had appeared on the fan he had just looked at. Slender, old, as if integrated with stains-hemp rope.

They had obviously thrown out this thing before, and just a moment ago, when Xiao Lan looked up at the fan, there was no such thing on it.

Unconsciously, it appeared by itself!

Now there was no wind outside, but the hemp rope was shaking itself, and the range was full of provocation. Clearly speaking, he was saying: Dregs, I'm back, you beat me.

In the face of this hemp rope, the emotional demolition machine and his running dog decided to let it understand the cruelty of reality.

Xiao Lan gave Luo a look, Luo instantly understood.

He stood up and stretched his slender arms to pull the arrogant twine off the fan.

On the other side, Xiao Lan rummaged through the clutter in the room, and finally found a wooden stick.

The two teamed up to wrap this innocent little twine that didn't yet know what will happen in the future on a wooden stick, and then found a broken bucket to put it in.

Xiao Lan smiled and took out from the storage space [this is a poisoned dagger] and shook towards the twine.

[This is a highly poisoned dagger] Treating ordinary items does not excite toxins, but if this hemp rope is not ordinary, it is easy to handle.

At this time, Ma Sheng finally felt something was wrong, it tried to struggle. However, I found that I don't know which animal tied it to a bunch of dead knots and tied him firmly to the stick. Now it is more entangled than the headphone cable and can't be undone at all.

It could only watch "Xiao Lan" with a dagger towards it.

"[This is a highly toxic dagger] Inflicts damage to Shangshang No. 13 with additional toxicity: Liushen Flower Water"

The fragrance of toilet water spreads in the narrow partition room, fresh, pleasant, mosquito repellent and itching.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Brother, can you do it? Don’t leak at this critical time, okay?

Xiao Lan waved a few knives at the twine:

"[This is a highly toxic dagger] causing damage to upper sling 13, additional toxicity: 84 disinfectant"

"[This is a highly toxic dagger] causing damage to Shangshang No. 13, additional toxicity: insect growth regulator"

...

On the sling No.13, I couldn't help but get upset, the only thing that could move was shaking and shaking: Come on, two dumb than ~

Xiao Lan waved his last knife with a black face:

"[This is a highly toxic dagger] causing damage to Shangshang No. 13, with additional toxicity: Wang·Shui"

"Oh--" The corrosive voice appeared with yellow mist. The acid entered the upper sling No. 13 with the dagger, spreading along the wound pierced by the dagger, and spread out at an unscientific speed.

Xiao Lan quickly stepped back and avoided the gas that appeared.

Suspension rope No. 13 struggled suddenly, but Wang Shui wreaked havoc in his body as if he were alive. Along with the rising mist, soon, there was only a pool of things left unclear.

On the sling No. 13, pawn.

Rope in the rivers and lakes, how can you not overturn.

While the barrel was still alive, Xiao Lan threw the broken barrel out of the window. Anyway, the morality of the public was useless in this false city.

Now, the room is finally quiet.

Xiao Lan thought that at night he didn't know what would happen, it would be better to go to bed earlier.

But he didn't want him to lie down on the bed just now. A group of mice flew past the window, and the coquettish walk stepped out the old metal pipes outside the window with a rhythmic noise, as if jumping a wild di.

Xiao Lan: "..."

I don't know why, even the cities outside are fake, but there will still be rats.

At the same time, the cult who lived next to Xiao Lan also started to make noise. While talking about "God's punishment" and "Please punish me," he crashed against the wall. The wall of the heart came over.

Xiao Lan: "..."

On the other side, the couple came back after a shower but started to quarrel, and the walls were completely in front of their voices:

"I want to break up with you! You tasteless man in boxers!"

"Where is the boxer shorts? Isn't it safe?"

"But why are your boxer pants pink, with hellokitty printed on it!"

"Isn't it super cute to show Lao Tzu's mother!?"

"What's so cute about piracy!?"

"Are you stupid!"

"You **** stupid!"

Then came the dogfight sound.

One of the players seemed to choose a long-range attack, and various items were constantly thrown out. However, this player seems to have a bad head, most of these things hit the wall in the direction of Xiao Lan, making a huge "bang" sound.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Sleep a fart.

Xiao Lan sat up from the bed with a sullen face, he knocked on the wall, reminding the couple next door who were addicted to the men and women Sanda competition, they lived next door are two big living people.

Where are the couples who are fighting vigorously?

One of the men shouted in the direction of the wall: "Knock what knock, dead single dogs who have no money and no one wants. Believe it or not, I came over to clean you up in the middle of the night!"

"Eat my stinky sock attack last week!"

The woman also took the time to shout: "Dead single dog! Let's go to the stool!"

"Ouch, you attacked me with slippers!"

The dead single dog Xiao Lan, who had no money and no one wanted, felt anger at this moment! Although I am poor and single, this is not the reason why you despise me!

He said to Luo looking at the scenery by the window: "I want them to see the beatings of people in society!"

Luo looked back at him and smiled slightly: "Serve for you, sir."

next door.

The man with the strong slogan has been forced to his door by his girlfriend and is covering his face with a plastic basin. He is brewing a chance to fight back.

The door behind him was suddenly knocked open by a violent force, the force of the door opening and closing knocked him out, his face directly facing the slippers in his girlfriend's hand, and he was knocked over to the ground with his girlfriend.

The two rolled into a row and looked in horror towards the door.

I saw the single dog who lived next door, and the man in the three-piece suit I had seen before. The two were facing them with a gentle smile, looking elegant and friendly.

If you ignore the gate that has been crumbling around them.

"You you..." The man tried to organize the language.

The two people who entered the door did not mean nonsense to them. The people who entered the door walked with long legs and walked towards them. Luo also took the quilt from the bed in the room.

On the other side, Xiao Lan fiddled with a bundle of nylon rope of unknown origin in his hand.

Before the two got up, the quilt was already covering their heads.

Then, in the darkness, they felt weak and helpless in front of the society. When they were relieved, they had been fixed in the quilt and only one head could be exposed, like two chicken rolls just out of the oven.

Xiao Lan crouched in front of them, showing a harmless smile from humans and animals: "I, want to sleep, understand?"

The two nodded in a panic, counseling very quickly and firmly.

I saw the demon in front of him with a satisfied smile and reached out and patted their heads: "If there is next time..."

On the side, Luo reached out his hand and made a horizontal line on his neck.

Lovers know it in seconds, and they nodded like sheep.

Farewell to the couple, the two entered the room of the cult next door and had a cordial and friendly condolences. consensus.

Create a harmonious society, build a beautiful home together, and be a good neighbor in the new era.

After the two left, the cultists who were bound in bed and unable to move: "..."