0022 Lucky Dice

I calmed down for a long time and exited the fear value interface, because my wrist was not equipped, the system mother automatically put the lucky dice on my wrist.

Now my equipment slot is lit up in two places.

I clicked to the external equipment screen and read the Lucky Dice stats carefully.

"Hand Defense +2 (can withstand attacks from normal fruit knives if the host is involuntary)."

"Equip Action Skill: Throw."

"Throw: The host can get information about the day's luck based on the points obtained by rolling the dice (it can only be used once a day, and the points are 1 point for bad luck, 2 points for bad luck, and 3 bad luck.) 4 points for good luck, 5 points for good luck, and 6 points for shit luck). ”

"Note: This dice came from the hands of an unknown immortal (the immortal lost a valuable mansion because of his good gambling, and in order to understand his mind, he simply threw the dice that had been raised around him for thousands of years to the dust)."

"How to summon equipment: Snap your index finger and thumb."

After I finished reading it, my heart was shocked, my spirit returned to my body, I opened my eyes, and said to myself in disbelief: "! This equipment is pretty awesome, huh? ”

Although the defense is very chicken, but the lucky dice can predict my luck value, so I don't need to look at the yellow calendar when I go out to do things in the future!

Roll the dice, if you throw a 3 and judge that you are unlucky, you don't have to go out, just find a corner and hide it.

"Smack!"

I lay on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed and snapped my fingers to summon the lucky dice.

A regular polyhedron with a radius of 3 cm, black throughout, with small round white holes representing points, I don't know what material it was made of, fell out of thin air on the palm of my left hand.

I pinched the dice with my left hand and felt the dice keep on my fingers to convey a message and want to throw it. And it's cold to the touch, not too comfortable to touch, and it always gives people the illusion that they want to be controlled by the dice.

"Can you go against the sky with a little dice?"

I play dice, I used to hear that people who often gamble, will carry a dice they bought, saying that this is called raising dice, often holding in their hands with a plate of walnuts to play, will make the dice and people have telepathy, the awesome dice will make people gamble and win.

After all, it's just an anecdote handed down by the folk, and the credibility is not high, otherwise they will all become gambling gods, how can there be anything to do with Gao Jin, and how can they still put forward the remark that they lose nine out of ten bets.

"Dog Village!"

Just as I was about to throw the dice to determine my luck, a middle-aged man's thick and cracked teeth suddenly sounded in the dice.

I got up and glanced around, and made sure that there were no other idlers in the room except for Fang Fatzi, who was snoring.

"Paralyzed! Properly paralyzed!"

The dice made another sound, and this time it was like regretting not being at the beginning, hating life for not being satisfactory and scolding himself.

I put my ear close to the dice: "Is it the dice talking?"

"Three-five punches! Two punches! Shaxian snacks wait for me!"

The voice in the dice was in my ears, and I thought weakly.

Judging by the tone of the voice, the person who spoke had not eaten for at least four days, and possibly even longer.

"Anti-aircraft artillery, he may not be human! Online loan you are a real dog!" The male voice said the last sentence with a crying voice, and then there was no sound.

I looked at the dice and was confused for a while: "? This set of lines? Quit gambling, my brother is alive again? ”

Or is it that the original owner of the lucky dice, because he owed too much money and couldn't afford it, chose to commit suicide by jumping off the building, and he was gone?

No, I can't! The system's mother said that this is the dice left by the immortals!

There is also a possibility that the immortals went bankrupt because of gambling, and in order to warn the world not to believe in gambling scams, they made this decision to record their tragic experiences in the lucky dice.

I smiled stupidly at the dice: "Tell me about you, you have become an immortal, bet on JB Maobo?" Let's lose it and clean it! How deserved! Why don't you lose to death! ”

"Since you are in my hands, I can't do without you."

I shook my head, let out a long sigh, and casually rolled the dice into the air.

"Mahjong Mahjong! It's enough to hurt people!" The dice are in the air, gritting their teeth as if they are stepping on their little tails.

The dice rotated at high speed and hovered for less than three minutes, and they spread out their palms and fell down in the palm of my hand with precise positioning, and finally stopped after two slow turns in my palm.

"it!"

I was overjoyed to see that the dice were 5 points, which meant good luck.

However, before I could shout with joy, the dice automatically circled again without wind, and the number was fixed at 2 o'clock.

The meaning of 2 points: bad luck!

"Big brother! Don't make a fuss! Shall we move again? ”

I wanted to cry without tears, I almost kowtowed to the dice, glared at the beads, and I really didn't know how to be unlucky today. It's like a gambler who loses a lot and doesn't admit it, and the scoundrel keeps poking the dice, but the dice always stay still at 2 o'clock.

"Alas!"

I sighed helplessly, leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, and looked at the dark sky outside the window, knowing that my luck had always been miserable, otherwise the system would not have automatically given me the title of "bad luck".

Konima's! No need to come up with a whole thing to prove that I'm not lucky! The mother of the system is really murderous?!

"Yi...... Brother ......"

Fang Fat, who slept like a dead pig, actually talked in his sleep, and whispered my name.

Without waiting for me to agree, Fang Fat Man turned over, his thighs rode on my waist, his hands wrapped around my shoulders, and the lower bar was cushioned on his shoulders.

I only heard him ignorant, and said babblingly: "Yi... Brother Yi... I'm a little cold... A little scared, can you tell me the story of the two tigers one more time? ”

"Okay, I'll tell you."

I stroked his head and began to tell the story of the two tigers.

When I was young, Fang Fat Man was weak and sickly, and whenever he had a fever and went to sleep after taking medicine, he would run to my bed, and ask me to tell him the story of two tigers over and over again.

Later, I asked him why he had to listen to two tigers.

At that time, he replied to me with snot and snort, he thought that the two of us were two tigers, and the tiger was the king of the mountains and forests, and he would definitely do something when he grew up, earn a lot of money, and save more children like us.

It's a pity that it backfired, let alone become tigers, and even the tigers were not at home to be the overlords.

It's useless to live, there's no point in dying.

I finished telling the story calmly, and Fang Fat let go of me, turned over again and fell asleep peacefully.

I didn't wait for the air around me to be quiet for three seconds.

Fang Fat Man screamed and fluttered to his feet: "There are ghosts!" There are ghosts! ”

"What the hell? Sleeping in the hair? ”

I looked in the direction where the fat man was sleeping.

A woman in a white dress stood beside the bed, about 21 or 2 years old, with shawl hair, a fleshy baby's fat white little round face, bags and cysts under her eyes, rolling her eyes, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and she was cute and spit out her pink tongue.

However, this woman held her belly bulging with both hands like a pregnant baby in June, and her waist leaned back slightly, how to look like a pregnant posture.

Her feet were suspended from the ground, proving that she was a ghost, but she didn't hurt people with needles, but she was very peaceful, rolling her eyes and getting tired, so she stared at the fat man seriously without saying a word.

I put away the lucky dice, politely folded my hands and asked, "This female ghost lady, is there anything wrong?"

"I'm pregnant!"