CH 168

Wen Zhixian swore, "Little Lanlan, I really didn't mean to drag you into this!"

Xiao Lan: "Then why does he not even leave me alone!"

Wen Zhixian thought for a moment, a little vain: "Da, probably ...... sees you as my secret helper ......"

Xiao Lan: "Isn't that still what you're dragging down?!!!" The three of them were chicken and dogged by the pursuit of the artillery.

Feng Cheng took advantage of the gap in the gunfire to try to counterattack with his sniper rifle, but at this distance, even with his special bullet props, the killing power and accuracy had been greatly reduced, making it difficult to inflict any impactful damage on his opponent.

"Tch." Feng Cheng frowned as he put away his sniper rifle and concentrated on running.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan's eyes caught a glimpse of the guy coming up behind him, who had put away his RPG and replaced it with a much larger bazooka.

The size of this bazooka would be a major obstacle to moving around if it were the size of an average person, even if they could carry it.

The man behind him, however, was as tall as a mountain. Normally, people who specialise in long-range attacks rarely have such a physique, but at the moment the two combined to look like a moving fortress.

What's even more excessive is that this mobile fortress also runs fast.

Xiao Lan pokes Wen Zhixian, who is running on the verge of vomiting: "He's changed his weapon, check it out."

Wen Zhixian looked at the same and almost literally vomited: "Damn! This ...... is really going to kill people ！！！！！ Run!!!"

Xiao Lan asks, "How does he have so many shells? It's hard to get props with this kind of attack power, isn't it?!"

Wen Zhixian said, "Damn, these old guys have gone to great lengths to get me killed!"

Xiao Lan kept her footing: "I'd better tie you up and throw you over!!!"

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Wen Zhixian screamed, "Don't..."

Before Xiao Lan could think of a way out of the situation, an even stronger explosion than before had exploded behind them.

"Boom..."

The deafening sound of the explosion slammed through the entire corridor, shattering the solid walls and floors and sending countless pieces flying.

Xiao Lan defends himself with a shield, but this time the blast is unexpectedly powerful.

He felt an overwhelming impact and was instantly lifted off his feet as hot flames and shell fragments barrelled towards him, taking up Xiao Lan's entire field of vision.

Xiao Lan lifted and deflected his head, just hoping to minimise the damage in the blast.

I did not expect to hear the system prompt.

"[Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] has been immune to this injury for you, thank you for your support of our product and wish you a happy life"

The props he never worked with actually triggered the damage immunity effect this time!

You know, it's claimed to have a 20% immunity to damage, but it's like it doesn't exist on Xiao Lan, even when he's being hammered to death in the training ground. He was about to think that [The Emperor's New Clothes 2.0] only had the ability to customise his look.

Xiao Lan rolled on the ground and got up unharmed.

It seems that he wasn't that unlucky after all.

Probably ......

Xiao Lan looked again in the direction of Wen Zhixian and Feng Cheng, and all he could see was a vast expanse of bright red.

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Feng Cheng pinned Wen Zhixian down and used his own body to shield him from the impact of the violent explosion.

His back was now bloodshot, his spine shattered, fragments of bone mingling with flesh and blood, the exposed internal organs of which could be faintly seen.

Such an injury, even for a player ......

"Cough ......" Feng Cheng coughed out a large mouthful of blood, which stained the ground red.

He looked at Wen Zhixian, " A Xian, run ...... goodbye ......"

With that, Feng Cheng's entire body lost its strength and collapsed on top of Wen Zhixian, supported only by the strength of his arms.

His eyes had not yet closed, but they were frozen in place.

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

Xiao Lan was about to step forward to help, but the next moment Wen Zhixian pulled Feng Cheng's body away from him without hesitation and quickly got up.

" Little Lanlan, quick." Wen Zhixian waved at Xiao Lan and ran off without a backward glance at Feng Cheng's tattered body.

He didn't look the least bit sad or unhappy, and there was no sign of the taciturn friendship that had filled the two men before.

Xiao Lan was struck by this odd behaviour.

But the sound of heavy footsteps behind her approached again, and Xiao Lan quickly ran on.

The previous gunfire had smashed a large hole in the hull, and with the loss of the hull barrier, the fog from outside poured in through this gaping hole towards the inside, colouring the view white.

Such fog, however, served as just the right cover for the two men, making it difficult for their pursuers to keep track of them.

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The distance between the two sides widened and soon they could not hear the heavy footsteps behind them.

After some more running, after making sure the surrounding area was safe, Wen Zhixian finally couldn't take it anymore, he sat down on his butt and panted, "Ouch ...... I can't do it anymore, I'm not really fit for a physical exercise like long-distance running as a magical teenager."

Xiao Lan also stopped and looked at Wen Zhixian in silence.

After seeing the other man's strange behaviour, a little alarm rose in his heart.

This guy ...... wouldn't be the type to excel at selling out his teammates, would he?

Wen Zhixian met Xiao Lan's eyes and instantly understood what he was thinking.

Wen Zhixian said as he caught his breath, "Hoo ...... Little Lanlan ...... you can't misunderstand me, A Cheng is... ...generated by my skills, and as long as I don't die, I can take the time to revive him, and when we say goodbye ...... we really mean goodbye later."

Xiao Lan raised his eyebrows, "Skills?"

Feng Cheng seems to have an independent mind and doesn't seem to be manipulated at all.

In particular, he has always been relentless in his tirades against Wen Zhixian.

Wen Zhixian nods: "When I was a kid ...... I had to be alone a lot because my parents were busy, and from a very young age I imagined A Cheng to play with me. Then I got into the game and got the skill to create a friend to help out and A Cheng was the first person I thought of."

He also gave Xiao Lan a demonstration of his skills to prove that he was not lying.

[Name: Secret Technique - Making Friends Out of Nothing

【Ability：Create a friend out of thin air to become your faithful assistant, the friend's body size remains the same as the creator, but has the ability to think independently, the friend's battle power will increase with the skill level (lv.4)】

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

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Xiao Lan: "......"

What a lonely-sounding skill.

But this also explains Wen Zhixian's previous behaviour.

He had no love for Feng Cheng's corpse because he knew he could revive the other man as long as he didn't die, and perhaps it wasn't the first time such a situation had happened between them that he had run so adeptly.

Wen Zhixian laughed: "Did that scare you?"

Xiao Lan smiled casually, "I was close to actually considering tying you up and sending you over."

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

Did it turn out to be a showstopper on the death line itself?

He was about to say something to ease the embarrassment when he saw a small white worm crawling over to his feet.

Wen Zhixian slapped the little bug to death and paled, "Oh no, it's a tracking prop!"

Heavy footsteps sounded once more, this time, just a short distance away.

The two men looked at each other, now that Wen Zhixian had lost his strength and Feng Cheng, it would be difficult to run any further.

How about ...... to address the source of the danger.

Xiao Lan looked around and spotted the sign for the freezer not far away.

He pointed to the freezer, "How about settling it somewhere? There should be quite a few things in there that can block the view, and with limited space, he can't even blow himself up, can he?"

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Once they could get up close, they were not so passive.

Wen Zhixian nods and together they duck into the freezer.

The freezer is very deep and has a lot of cargo, all of which can be used as cover, so even if the other side bombards the doorway, they can still block it. The temperature in the freezer is very low, but for advanced players it doesn't affect them too much.

In order to further affect the vision of the opponent, Xiao Lan also destroyed the light switch.

Xiao Lan asked, "The guy is someone you know, do you know anything about him and, also, does he have any weaknesses?"

Wen Zhixian thought for a moment, "His name is Huang Xiaowu and he likes meat but not vegetables, so he is often constipated."

Xiao Lan: "......"

Forget it, let's just throw this guy out.

Survival saved Wen Zhixian, who rushed to say, "Although he is stronger than the average long-range body, he is still not as fit as a melee fighter."

Xiao Lan nods and continues, "What do you usually fight with?"

Wen Zhixian showed the ring with the spell formation engraved on his hand, "Magic teenagers, of course, use magic, usually I use wind and ice."

The two men waited in the darkness.

Not much longer.

"Boom..."

The powerful blast blew right through the freezer door and the tall figure against the light stepped into the freezer.

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"Zhi Yin, are you there?" he spoke up, "I know you're here. He spoke up boldly, "I know you're here, Uncle Huang also watched you enter the game, so how about at the end of the day, you just come out for the sake of our friendship?"

Xiao Lan saw Wen Zhixian making a gesture of "You're sick, aren't you?" in the faint light of the door.

Huang Xiaowu tried to provoke Wen Zhixian as he searched the freezer: "Xiangliu is a kingdom fought by uncles, not some toy that can be given to children, and I think Mr. Wen is also drunk too much and messes around all day."

The freezer is quiet and there is no response.

Xiao Lan and Wen Zhixian just kept an eye on his position, slowly adjusting their hiding places.

Huang Xiaowu searched for a while longer but still didn't find Wen Zhixian, he finally got impatient: "Little brat, you want to waste my fucking time, don't you?"

Huang Xiaowu squeezed the barrel of his gun in his hand, but he didn't want to blow himself up in such an enclosed environment.

He switched the weapon in his hand and began bombarding the various obstacles in the freezer with a smaller barrel.

Gunfire and all sorts of debris were flying in unison and what was affecting his vision was dwindling.

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

Xiao Lan and Wen Zhixian exchanged a glance and in the next instant, the two figures darted out.

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

A gust of wind suddenly rises up from the freezer, kicking up a trail of debris and obscuring Huang Xiaowu's view.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to swing the [Bone of Disobedience] and slammed it into his opponent's head.

"Ding..."

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The stick, however, struck the hard barrel of the gun.

Huang Xiaowu showed a grim smile, "Finally, the little brats are out."

It turns out that his impatience was all in disguise, his aim being to reveal an empty door to lure the two Xiao Lan men into attacking him.

In an instant, he turned his cannon towards Xiao Lan, clearly prepared for it.

Xiao Lan was also prepared for this move and twisted his body to avoid it, while sweeping his stick out again.

At the same time, Wen Zhixian's three wind blades swiftly attacked Huang Xiaowu's exposed gap.

Huang Xiaowu retreated with a jerk, out of range of the attack with a speed that did not match the size of the mountain of flesh.

In a short time the distance between the two sides was widened.

He hemmed and hawed, "Still too young, huh?"

With that, Huang Xiaowu quickly raised the barrel of his gun and aimed it in the direction of Xiao Lan and his two men: "Goodbye, little brats."

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

However, the barrel of the gun was quiet and unresponsive.

Huang Xiaowu's face flashed a trace of consternation, the barrel is a prop produced by the game, there is no way the quality of ah.

So ...... is what the two guys across the street did.

He looked across the room.

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Xiao Lan is holding a long stick, but Wen Zhixian's hands are covered in a vague layer of frost.

Huang Xiaowu touched his own barrel and, as expected, found ice slag on one of the cuts.

Wen Zhixian This little brat has frozen his cannon barrel dead in place at some point!

Presumably, it was the moment when he had just exchanged blows and his attention was drawn to Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan smiled at him, "You're still too young, despite the stubble."

Wen Zhixian also laughed: "Dad used to say, "Uncle Huang is a man with a big heart but not enough thought.

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

But he was no fool, understanding that he could not exert himself in such an environment, and with a slight movement of his feet he intended to dash out first.

Before he could move, Wen Zhixian raised his hand across the room, and there was a glint of something at his fingertips.

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

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

Huang Xiaowu frowned, realising that his opponent had figured out what he was up to.

Once again, the weapon appeared in his hand.

This time it was a machine gun, and he still didn't dare to use that powerful barrel in such a closed environment; he was here for more profit and didn't want to put his own little life on the line.

The fire poured out violently towards the two men in front of them.

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Xiao Lan nimbly weaves in and out of bullets with light and quick movements.

Wen Zhixian was unable to perform this overly flamboyant manoeuvre and lunged for cover, but secretly manoeuvred the ice crystal around Huang Xiaowu's leg.

Huang Xiaowu stumbled in his movements.

Xiao Lan took the opportunity to get in close again and swung his stick at his head.

Huang Xiaowu was also very quick to react, raising his machine gun in an attempt to block.

But it was a dummy.

As he blocked, Xiao Lan kicked him in the knee, bringing him to his knees.

Then a club sent Huang Xiaowu's heavy, fleshy mountain of a body flying.

"Huang Xiaowu spat out a mouthful of blood as his heavy body slammed into the wall with a loud bang.

He may look big and strong, but he's actually a long-range, and even though he's stronger than the average long-range, he's not as strong as a pure melee fighter like Xiao Lan.

Having received a violent blow from Xiao Lan, he felt like his body was falling apart.

Damn these melee players, are they all raised on fodder?

Each one is as strong as a prehistoric beast.

"Heck ......" Huang Xiaowu gasped as he braced himself.

He realised how difficult these two cubs were and once he lost the advantage of distance and weapons, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

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This time, it's a real loss.

Huang Xiaowu's eyes were dark as he pulled out the extremely powerful cannon he had used to chase the trio.

After this blow, it will be a matter of luck who survives.

But, if he didn't, it would have been him who would have died here today.

Huang Xiaowu is preparing to take a back seat and gamble on his chances of survival.

One hand, however, was pressed against the top of his head.

The force of the hand was light, but it made Huang Xiaowu's heart sink and he looked up to see Wen Zhixian's smiling face.

The corners of Wen Zhixian's mouth were still smiling, but under his eyes was a deep, deep murderous intent, which looked extremely cold, and was completely different from the relaxed feeling he usually gave off.

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

In the next instant he had turned into an ice sculpture.

From the outside to the inside, from skin and bones to muscles and blood all freeze into ice in a flash.

Then, countless wind blades swept in, shattering the ice sculpture into a trail of debris.

Wen Zhixian patted the ice chips on his hands and spoke softly, "Goodbye, Uncle Huang."

Afterwards, Wen Zhixian approached Xiao Lan and offered him his hand: "Thank you for this, I couldn't have managed him alone."

Xiao Lan patted his hand: "You're welcome, you helped me in the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't have known anything about this playground."

Wen Zhixian didn't mind freezing his butt off and sat down directly on the floor: "Can you hold me for a moment? I'm trying to build out A Cheng, but I need to be fully engaged in the process and can't take care of the outside world."

Xiao Lan nodded in agreement.

After a while, he saw a figure slowly appear.

Little by little, the silhouette becomes complete, from outline to detail, and gradually Feng Cheng's appearance emerges.

At the same time, Wen Zhixian's forehead was covered in a fine sweat and it was clear that this build was not easy for him.

At last, Feng Cheng has reappeared.

Wen Zhixian says: "Hello again, A Cheng."

Feng Cheng nodded: "Good work, A Xian."

Wen Zhixian's eyes darkened with a dangerous smile, " A Cheng, now it's our turn to teach the old guys a lesson."

Feng Cheng is uncooperative: " A Xian, the scene you're imagining in your head is slightly middle class."

Wen Zhixian: "......"

Xiao Lan, who watched the whole thing, said it was annoying to have a partner who could see all his middle-aged fantasies.

Just ask what human being hasn't fantasised about scenarios that would be embarrassing to say out loud?