I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

No matter how much Yang Xi's heart wants to jump up and bury Xiao Lan in place at the moment, in front of his boss and the detached general Zhang, he is only a social animal and he can only choose to endure.

Boss Liu said a few more words, but Uncle Zhang was still unmoved. He could only helplessly say goodbye to Yang Xi and the two left in silence.

When he left, he glanced at Xiao Lan who talked to Uncle Zhang and laughed a lot. When he looked at his subordinates, his eyes were full of disgust. It is estimated that he regretted how he reused such a dumb guy.

Faced with the disgusting eyes of boss Liu, Yang Xi smiled flatly, but secretly he was almost bald.

He understands that his evaluation in the mind of the boss will definitely be lowered this time, and even the boss will blame his unsuccessful visit to President Zhang on his head. Don’t even think about getting promoted. Keeping his position will probably make him busy, because the boss likes to slip around, so there are many people in the company who are good at drilling camps. Those groups of people can’t wait for him to fall down.

When passing by Xiao Lan, Yang Xi couldn't help but glared at him bitterly.

Xiao Lan returned his indifferent smile with a "slow walk without delivery".

Seeing Yang Xi instantly turn into a purple face, Xiao Lan's heart was full of sympathy for the livestock.

Seeing that the uninvited guest finally left, Uncle Zhang greeted Xiao Lan, and happily ran to clean up the vegetable fields in his garden.

I haven’t seen it for a few days, and the vegetable field has wilted a lot with the naked eye. Those fresh tooth prints can see who’s masterpiece.

It was still early anyway, and Xiao Lan was not in a hurry to go back. He looked at the lower yard and did not find the energetic Erha, so he asked, "Grandpa Zhang, why didn't you see Tiehan Han?"

Uncle Zhang said while picking up the leaves of the rotten vegetables: “Tie Han Han has taken a look at the Samoyed in the back for the past two days. He stays in the backyard and waits for others, and sings love songs to others.”

It seems that to confirm Uncle Zhang's words, the other side of the courtyard sounded the irony and howl:

"Aoao~ Aoao~ Ao~ Ao~"

"You listen, it's this song, you say it's so unpleasant to sing, why are people watching it..." Uncle Zhang is a little worried, "Recently, the Samoyed saw Tie Han Han and ran away, it is estimated that it will soon Broken up."

Although Xiao Lan also thinks that Tie Han Han is estimated to have no artistic cells, and the love path will probably be full of ups and downs, he still comforts Uncle Zhang to: "Love makes people grow, even if Tie Han Han is falling in love, it will certainly become mature. ."

Uncle Zhang nodded: "Failure is not terrible. Failure to learn from it is part of success."

This is quite a bit of a gangster's style in the business world. Even if he is now squatting in the vegetable field, he still holds a handful of pitted vegetable leaves in his hand, and he also feels like a sweeping monk.

Farewell to Uncle Zhang, Xiao Lan and Luo came home.

The interior is very quiet, and you can vaguely see the layout of the house by the moonlight outside the window.

Xiao Lan did not reach for the light switch.

The moment he entered the door, Xiao Lan had a feeling of something wrong. This was the instinct that had been tempered by many battles. This intuition told him that someone in the room was staring at him.

Xiao Lan looked at Luo, and Luo nodded at him. Obviously, he noticed that the situation was wrong.

The two walked carefully towards the house. In the real world, Luo's ability was restricted and he could not directly investigate the situation in the house. They could only rely on the five senses to be vigilant.

Everything looks normal in the room, and there is no trace of being flipped. The people who are hiding do not seem to be for the purpose of burglary or robbery.

"Wow--"

The sound of breaking the air came from the dark.

Although the skills and props cannot be used, the physical quality of the player is still strong. Xiao Lan rolls on the spot and hides behind the sofa at an incredible speed. The bullet that originally aimed at Xiao Lan fell to the wall.

Xiao Lan was shocked, this man actually had a gun! The muzzle was also specially equipped with silencers and silencers.

Then there were whizzes again, bullets hit the sofa where they were hiding.

At this time, Xiao Lan discovered that the power of this gun did not seem to be as great as he thought. The interior of the sofa was a wooden structure, but the bullet failed to penetrate the sofa.

Luo picked up a dropped bullet and handed it to Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan looked at Luo's hand. The inside of the bullet was something powdery. The shape of the bullet was also different from the general one. Obviously it was specially made.

Luo whispered: "It shouldn't be fatal to be hit, but what exactly these powders do is unknown."

Xiao Lan frowned. Who are these people? What is the purpose?

He threw a pillow to attract the other's attention, and the two flashed out from behind the hidden sofa while taking advantage of the gap, rushing towards the intruder's position.

A total of two people attacked them. They were all wearing uniform combat uniforms. They also wore goggles and covered their faces.

Facing the sudden approach of the target, the two were obviously a little surprised, but after professional training, they quickly adjusted their state and fought against Xiao Lan.

In close combat, the advantage of guns no longer exists, they are replaced by tactics and daggers.

However, as soon as Xiao Lan played, he found that his opponent's fighting power was very strong, and he should have sharpened his skills in actual combat. He must be precise and straightforward. If it was in the past, he might not be able to win under the opponent.

After fighting several times, Xiao Lan flashed the dagger that had attacked his neck, kicked his leg toward the opponent's waist.

The other party's reaction was also very fast, quickly changing his posture to try to avoid the blow, but his speed was still inferior to Xiao Lan, kicked out with a kick, and hit the wall fiercely.

On the other side, the man who tried to pierce Luo's chest with a knife was also grabbed with his backhand and was knocked down to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, one of the intruders took a slap big thing from his pocket and threw it at the two.

Looks like hand and thunder.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan threw himself directly to the side.

Luo then rushed over and hugged Xiao Lan tightly, using his body between Xiao Lan and the unknown attack.

Then, the thick smoke rose, and the white mist instantly filled the entire living room, obscuring all the sight, and turned out to be a smoke, fog, and bullet.

When the smoke had dispersed, Xiao Lan leaned his head out of Luo's shoulder, and the invading person had disappeared.

This sudden and inexplicable attack made Xiao Lan speechless. What the **** are you doing? Why didn't it just take a few hits, and it's completely different from the movie's endless professional killers or agents.

Let Xiao Lan have the feeling of "has it started?" and "has ended".

At the moment, the two were very close, and Luo's delicate and flawless skin was in front of Xiao Lan's eyes, like a piece of white porcelain of the highest quality. And Luo's hand was holding his waist tightly, with the worried expression on Shang Luo's perfect face, the picture was originally a bit irritating.

However, Luo's hands are too tight, giving Xiao Lan an illusion of being murdered.

"Cough... let go, I'm going to die..." He struggled and patted Luo's hand.

This guy has become more and more non-human recently, and his strong hand is estimated to kill a cow with one punch. Fortunately, Xiao Lan, who is also strong in physical constitution, wants to be hugged by him like this. It is estimated that the stuffing must be squeezed out.

By the time he didn't die from the attack, he died from the protection of his teammates.

"Sorry, sir." Luo quickly withdrew his hand, and he did not control his strength in a hurry.

Xiao Lan rubbed his waist and stood up, feeling more tired than having a fight with the attackers before. As a human being, he is so weak, pathetic, and helpless.

"Knockknock"

Then someone knocked on the door outside.

Luo stepped forward to open the door.

Outside is a nervous neighbor, Uncle Zhang, with a dish in his hand: "Are you all right? I came over to see you in the yard when you heard a voice."

He looked indoors with some anxiety, and he saw Xiao Lan standing beside the sofa, rubbing his waist and his clothes still a little messy. I looked at the sofa in a blink of an eye and found it to be messy.

He looked again at Luo, whose clothes were not as tidy as before, and understood in a trance.

Uncle Zhang, who used to travel all over the world and is accustomed to the world's sensuality, is not surprised. He just said with a long heart: "Young people should pay attention to temperance, the body is more important than anything."

Luo nodded steadily: "Thank you for your reminder, we will pay attention."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Why do you understand so much! ! ! However, compared with the truth of being attacked by an unknown person, it may still be easier to accept this less beautiful misunderstanding.

"You continue, I will not disturb." Uncle Zhang waved fresh and tender vegetables in his hand, and said goodbye to the two left.

After Luo closed the door, he met Xiao Lan's depressed face.

Xiao Lan's black line: "You give me innocence!"

There was a smile in Luo's eyes: "I will be responsible, sir."

Xiao Lan: "..."

This conversation is strange and full of flavor.

Xiao Lan thought it was better not to continue. Isn’t it just like being there? It's not the first time anyway, Xiao Lan self-explained.

After that, the two began to check whether there was any eavesdropping or monitoring equipment installed in the room, and by the way, double check whether there was anything missing.

However, they don't usually live here. Apart from some electronic products and daily necessities, there are not many traces left.

As a result, the entire house was inspected, and the only thing lost in the end was the hardcover limited edition of the book that Xiao Lan had placed on the head of the bed-"Sister Dudu's Painting Guide".

This is Xiao Lan's preparation for Luo. He feels that Luo should prefer physical books to video tutorials.

So... the purpose behind the scenes is this book?

Xiao Lan's face is dumbfounded. Are Dudu's fans so crazy? Can you hire someone to grab it if you can't buy it?

Or maybe...the one who tried him before.

Today’s attack looks ridiculous, but it neither uses the player’s power nor affects reality, and even the final result is insignificant, just stepping on the edge of the world’s patience.

It seems that the opponent is someone who knows the rules of the game very well.

And the more people who often understand the rules, the more enthusiastic they are about to exploit the loopholes of the rules.

A private clubhouse that only members can enter.

The young man was sitting by the window, holding a glass of crystal clear amber liquor in his hand. While tasting leisurely, he casually admired the night view outside the window. This is the perfect location to enjoy the night view of the city. The bright lights are as charming as the stars, which intoxicates countless photography enthusiasts, but he looks a little carefree.

A woman in a delicate dress pushed the door in and saluted the man respectfully, holding the "Sister Tudu's Painting Guide" in a delicate box: "You've gotten what you want."

Although it is very incredible to spend a lot of time to get the contents of the box, but she did not reveal it at all in terms of expression or movement, and she was still respectful and calm.

The man known as Cheng Shao didn't even give her a colorful book in her hand, nor did she give this delicate and beautiful woman.

Cheng Shao took a sip of the wine from the quilt and asked with a smile: "What do they say?"

The woman replied: "The fighting power is good, they are not opponents."

"That's worth seeing." Cheng Shao put down the glass, stretched his hand and scratched the snow-white long-haired cat on his knee, then waved his head without raising his head to signal that the woman could retreat.

Silence returned to the room, and only the cats snored comfortably.

"Xiao Chengyan's son...hehe." The man raised his lips, a little arrogant in his smile. He lazily teased the cat on his leg and said to it, "Do you want to see him too? Shirley."

"Mi Woo~"