Douluo Silas

Holy Soul Village Holy Soul Village, as the name suggests, a Soul Saint was once born here.

But apart from bringing a work-study student to the village, this soul saint failed to make this dilapidated little village better.

The social system of this world also does not allow ordinary people's lives to get better.

The life of ordinary people who have the ability to work and support themselves is not considered good, let alone Silas, an orphan who is only five years old.

That is to say, he is only five years old this year. If he were a few years older, I am afraid that the food would not be very good.

Why can I eat hundreds of meals at the age of five?

The reason is simple. Silas could undergo martial arts awakening when he was six years old.

Although it seems unlikely to the villagers, what if Silas can awaken a good martial spirit and possess the talent for cultivation?

In this way, there might be another big shot with a big name in the village in the future, which would be a good thing.

But it is not a good thing to just freeload. After all, a year is not a short time.

Silas thought that he didn't seem to have anything valuable at home. In that case, why not just pick up some firewood and use it as food money? This is better than arriving empty-handed, right?

Helping Tang San collect firewood, he couldn't even deny him a chance to eat, right?

Tang San, who was only five years old, shouldn't be so shameless that he would use the labor of a five-year-old orphan for nothing, right?

Tang San didn't know what Silas was thinking.

Seeing that he successfully pulled Silas over to collect firewood together instead of letting him go to the blacksmith shop to see his father who had fallen asleep after drinking too much, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Sometimes, it's really embarrassing to be exposed in person when you're lying.

It would be even more embarrassing when the person who exposes the lies is a five-year-old child who believes the lies to be true.

But there's no need to worry now.

Tang San led the way, and Silas followed behind him, heading for a better place to collect firewood outside the village.

while walking.

Silas suddenly felt a cold touch in his hands.

After holding his palm for a moment, he suddenly understood. He opened his palm and took a look. Sure enough, it was the dark gold dice that he had thrown on the bluestone board.

It took a full three minutes from the time the dice was thrown to the present for the thing to come to a stop and return to Silas's hands.

Silas took a closer look, and as expected, the dice showed six points, and the corresponding reward was a golden soul...

etc! Six o'clock? !

With a hiss, Silas made his own contribution to global warming, and he couldn't help but stop: "Holy shit! It's actually six o'clock?! Does this thing also have a novice protection period?"

Silas's surprised voice attracted Tang San's attention in front of him. He stopped and looked at Silas: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Silas shook his head, suddenly having a bold idea in his mind, and placed the dice in front of Tang San: "I rolled the dice, and it came up with a six! Come on, you can try it too."

Tang San:? ? ?

Looking at the dice in Silas' hand, Tang San showed confusion visible to the naked eye: "Forget it, I still have to collect firewood..."

"It only took a few minutes to throw a dice. Don't you think you can't throw six?"

Hearing this, Tang San suddenly became excited: "How is that possible!"

You can say other things, but to say that he, a master of the Tang Sect who has mastered all kinds of hidden weapons, can't throw a six on a dice is simply an insult to his skills!

He took the dice from Silas's hand, weighed it a little, and observed its shape.

Then he clasped the dice with his fingers, flicked his wrist, and exerted force on his muscles, and the dice rolled on the bluestone pavement.

Before the dice stopped, Tang San said confidently: "No need to look, it must be six o'clock!"

Tang San had full confidence in his skills, but he didn't know that this dice was no ordinary dice.

The dice blessed with phantom was a gift from the goddess of fate in Silas's hands, but in Tang San's hands, it was just an ordinary dice with no use, but this ordinary was also relative.

Outsiders can indeed throw out points with dice, but it is impossible to use special techniques to cheat and throw out the desired points!

As the dice gradually stopped, Tang San's originally confident expression gradually froze, because he discovered that the rolling trajectory of the dark gold dice was actually different from what he had imagined before.

Not only are they different, they can even be said to be polar opposites!

When Silas used the dice ability, the dice rolled for three minutes before it completely stabilized. But if he didn't use the ability, it was just an ordinary dice, and it could stop in a dozen seconds at most.

With a click, the dice finally stopped. Looking at the point facing up, Tang San fell into silence, then reached out and picked up the dice again: "How is that possible? This should have been six!"

As he said that, he threw again and again with the technique of concealed weapons and hundreds of solutions. The trajectory of the dice was still in the opposite direction. After a few seconds of waiting, five o'clock pointed up.

"..."

Tang San became even more silent. He began to wonder if his hidden weapon Baijie was useless. It was supposed to be six o'clock, so why didn't it come out at six o'clock twice? !

He did not touch the dice again, but picked up a small stone on the ground, threw it with a little force in his hand.

With a whoosh, the stone was printed into a wooden trunk, but Tang San's frown deepened.

There is no problem with concealed weapons, so why can't he throw six points on this dice? Could it be that the road is uneven?

Tang San hesitated, picked up the dice on the ground and was about to try again. Silas spoke at this time: "Let me tell you, you can't throw six, forget it, don't throw it, go collect firewood first."

"No!" Tang San, who was still disdainful before, refused and took the dice to a flat place: "There is no way I can't throw six!"

Obviously, the current problem is no longer a simple question of whether to vote or not to get six points, it already involves a deeper issue of dignity, and Tang San must prove himself!

Proves that there is nothing wrong with Tang Sect’s hidden weapon techniques!

Seeing Tang San's temper rising, Silas, who knew what the problem was, couldn't help but have a theatrical smile on his lips.

In this world, what could make people happier than seeing Tang San deflated?

"Six o'clock!"

Snap, three o'clock!

"Six o'clock!"

Snap, two o'clock!

"It must be six o'clock this time!"

Snap, four o'clock!

The successive failures made Tang San's face become more and more depressed, and also made Silas, who was watching the show behind, smile even more happily.

Finally, on the sixth try, six points came up. Seeing that a six point was finally thrown, a hint of joy suddenly appeared on Tang San's face: "Look, I said it must be a six point this time!"

But when he turned around, what he saw was Silas's suppressed smile: "Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of some happy things." The corners of Silas's mouth trembled, and his expression that couldn't hold back his laughter collapsed: "Since you have voted for six o'clock, let's go collect firewood."