Douluo Silas

Silas left, but Tang San looked at the dice in his hand and fell into deep thought.

For some reason, he had the urge to roll the dice to see if he could get a six.

Tang Hao didn't know what was so interesting about the dice. After looking at it for a few more times and not seeing any clues, he got up and went back to the house, leaving a table full of food for Tang San to clean up.

A moment later, in the room, after cleaning up, Tang San was about to practice, but for some reason he thought of the dice that Silas gave him.

After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and took it out, secretly saying in his heart: "Just once, just try it once!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and threw the dice to the ground.

There was a grunting sound, and finally the dice stopped with a snap, with five o'clock pointing up.

At this moment, Tang San's fists couldn't help but clenched.

There is no doubt that he just used the Tang Sect's hidden weapon technique again, but the result was just like what he tried before, he failed to throw six points again.

Tang San fell into a long silence while looking at the dice in front of him. In the room next to him, hearing the grunting sound, Tang Hao also frowned: "Is Xiao San playing dice?"

As a titled Douluo who received education as a child, although Tang Hao has become decadent, he also clearly understands that gambling is definitely not a good behavior.

He wanted to get up, but then he thought about it, thinking that maybe Tang San was just having fun, so he lay down again.

But before he could lie down and settle down for a long time, the grunting sound sounded again in Tang San's room.

Once, twice, three times...

Just like what happened on the roadside before, Tang San gradually fell into the cycle of isolation and self-doubt again.

Without Silas watching from the side, Tang San tried almost all the hidden weapon methods he could think of.

Even towards the end, he started throwing the dice in an almost cheating way, dropping the dice straight to the ground from less than a punch high.

Tang San originally thought that he could throw six points this way, but seeing the dice turning over and over as if being constantly fiddled with by a pair of invisible hands, he began to have some problems in his mind.

Tang San was not the only one whose thoughts changed, Tang Hao next door was also a little unable to lie down at this time.

Although he has always shown an indifferent attitude towards Tang San over the years, if he was really indifferent at all, he would have just slapped his ass and left, leaving Tang San to become the same as Silas. Orphaned. m.

Born in the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao knew clearly that if there were no other changes, the martial spirit Tang San would awaken in the future would definitely be a top martial spirit like the Clear Sky Hammer.

With this kind of martial spirit, Tang San's future couldn't possibly be any worse, but if he got involved in gambling, even the leader of the Haotian Sect might lose miserably.

It's okay for Tang San to become an ordinary person, but to become a bad gambler is something Tang Hao cannot accept.

Frowning tightly, the soul power in his body shook, completely erasing the effect of the alcohol, and then walked into Tang San's room with a serious expression: "What are you doing?"

Tang San, who was almost bereft of his father, didn't expect that he could attract Tang Hao by throwing a dice. He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized: "The game I played with Silas before,... The die rolled to six.”

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Tang Hao was very dissatisfied with Tang San's defensive remarks. He stepped forward and grabbed the dice in his hand: "So you stay up late at night and throw dice here?"

At this point, Tang Hao's tone became more and more serious. He stuffed the dice into his pocket, then looked at Tang San: "Go to bed!"

Tang San, who lacked love in his previous life and was under the influence of feudal patriarchal ideas, did not refute the idea of ​​contradicting Tang Hao at all.

Even though the dice that Silas gave him were taken away by Tang Hao, he didn't show any expression. Instead, he nodded with a hint of happiness: "Okay dad, I will go to sleep."

Seeing that his majesty was taking effect, Tang Hao's expression suddenly softened a lot, and he returned to his room after nodding slightly.

Touching his pocket, Tang Hao casually threw the dice collected from Tang San on the table, then picked up the low-quality ale and took a sip of it.

The original sharp gaze turned gray in an instant. Inadvertently, Tang Hao's gaze swept across the dice on the table, and the bright red point upward came into view.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Tang San's words before, and drank another mouthful of wine. An idea suddenly appeared in Tang Hao's mind.

Anyway, it’s just idle time while drinking, why not give it a try?

This thought had incredible magic power, as if 'it's all here'. Even Tang Hao, a titled Douluo, couldn't resist it. In the end, he reached out and picked up the dice on the table and started throwing them.

Snapped! Six o'clock up!

"Hey!" Seeing the upward points, Tang Hao couldn't help but reveal a contemptuous sneer on his lips: "What's so difficult about this?"

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After expressing his opinion, Tang Hao picked up the dice again, one o'clock, four o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, four o'clock...

As the dice were thrown more and more times, the smile on Tang Hao's mouth gradually disappeared.

After rolling the dice more than a dozen times, he actually only rolled a six once? Can he bear this? !

With a look on his face, Tang Hao immediately decided to show the value of his identity as a soul master.

With the soul power condensing at his fingertips, Tang Hao tossed it again. This time, there was a satisfied smile on his lips. He knew clearly that the number of the dice this time would definitely be six!

This is not from his superb gambling skills, but from his confidence in his own strength and control!

Snapped! Two o'clock!

The confidence on Tang Hao's face disappeared, replaced by the same disbelief as Tang San: "How could it be?!"

Just like Tang San before him, Tang Hao, who did not believe in evil, also began to make the same mistakes.

He continued to improve his control and use more soul power, until later, if it weren't for the worry that his existence would be discovered, Tang Hao's scattered soul power would almost tear open the entire house.

But no matter how he used it, the dice would always be like a product of fate, unable to be interfered with by any means including soul power.

The more he threw it, the more silent Tang Hao became.

The confident smile had completely disappeared from his face.

Gradually, he began to understand that even if he was a titled Douluo, there was nothing he could do about this small dice in front of him.

After dozens or hundreds of failures, Tang Hao finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He suddenly slapped the dice with his palm and said with certainty: "It must be a lead-filled dice!"

When he removed his palm, what appeared in front of him was a ball of fragments and powder, with nothing in it that could be related to lead filling.

Obviously, he was wrong.

Not only did he think wrong, but he also smashed the only gift Tang San, his own son, had received since he was a child, and slapped himself hard in the face.

For a time, Tang Hao became even more silent.