MTL - Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With-Chapter 3 Gunner's Honor

  Chapter 3 The Honor of the Gun King

   After coming out of Wanjia, Shen Lingxi went back to the rented room in the small county town to rest.

   In order to save money, the room is very small and shabby. As soon as the wind blows, the glass windows squeak a few times. If there are people living around, people will believe it is a haunted house.

   But this is the kind of house that the landlord rented to her because she was pitiful.

  Because Shen Lingxi was too young when she got lost, she couldn't remember anything except her name, and Wan Dapeng didn't give her an adoption certificate, so she is now a black household without an ID card.

   What is even more tragic is that she only has two hundred yuan left in her wallet. Although the consumption in the small county is not high, the two hundred yuan is really stretched.

  The night was already deep, and the sky started to rain again.

   Obviously it is summer, but it seems to be in the rainy season. It has been raining for a long time and there is no sign of stopping.

  Shen Lingxi took an umbrella and went out to find something to eat. People in small places went to bed early. Just after ten o'clock, there were not many shops on the street.

  The uncontrollable raindrops kept fluttering, quickly wet her shoulders, and it was chilly.

   "Go up! Don't be a coward!"

   "That's right, **** him!"

   "Oh, what are you doing, you can miss such a good opportunity."

   An exclamation came from the dark Internet cafe with the lights still on. Shen Lingxi took a look outside and took the umbrella and walked inside.

   The Internet cafe is not big, and the windows are not open. The strong smell of smoke circulates in the small space, and the smell is very choking.

   "Tonight the venue is packed, go online and go to another place."

   The webmaster sitting at the bar took a sip of instant noodles, and the thick glasses with the bottom of the beer were instantly covered with white mist, looking a bit like Salted Egg Superman.

  Shen Lingxi glanced at the paper sign written with watercolor pen: Gunslinger Tournament.

   A strong middle-school aura floated over, but it was normal. Looking over there, they were all junior and high school students in school uniforms.

   "Is it okay to watch the game?" Shen Lingxi asked.

   The network manager didn't even lift his head, and was very serious about eating noodles: "Okay, let's see for yourself."

   When Shen Lingxi stepped forward, he saw a child who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, gnashing his teeth and ravaging the mouse and keyboard. Those who didn't know it thought that there was some kind of hatred between them.

   "Run, run, there is someone downstairs!."

That's too late.

   Sure enough, the next second the game character controlled by the child was shot in the head, and the game was over.

   "Fuck, grandson turtle is very yin."

   The little girl turned her head and saw Shen Lingxi standing behind her: "Participating in the competition, our game is not over yet, you probably have to wait for the next one."

  Tonight they are organizing the PUBG Mobile King competition in the Internet cafe. Solo in single row is to see who wins the last and gets the most heads. It is so simple and rude that there is no way to have a more direct match.

  Shen Lingxi raised her eyebrows: "You guys don't sleep at night to come here to fight for the gun king?"

  The kid loosened his wrist: "Can't you? The gun king is an honor, and there are bonuses, why don't you come."

   Originally, Shen Lingxi was planning to join in the fun and see what was going on so late, but I didn't expect it to be a prize-winning game.

   "How much is the bonus?" Shen Lingxi asked.

   The child looked at her suspiciously: "The first hundred in the trials, the first five hundred in the finals, the second three hundred, and the third hundred."

  Shen Lingxi: "How to participate, I think the honor of the gun king is very suitable for me."

   The corner of the child's mouth twitched: "..." You are interested in money!

   (end of this chapter)