Ling Fan naturally also knew Li Fang's strength in this regard, and at this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, glared at Ling Xiao fiercely from the corner of his eye, and secretly said in his heart, I will let you die without a place to bury in a while. （）

Taking a deep breath, Li Fang did not rush to throw the dice, but moved his hands quickly a few times, and when he felt that he was in full state, he gently rubbed the dice with his fingertips and threw the dice into the bowl.

"Jingle Bell!"

The porcelain bowl made a crisp sound, and the three dice circled quickly. （）

Ling Fan and the others couldn't bear it any longer, and they all gathered around and shouted, "Six, six, six!"

The first dice stopped quickly, and sure enough, it was six o'clock.

Li Fang looked at Ling Xiao triumphantly, and snorted coldly.

This was followed by the second die, again a six. （）

Now the room was lively, and everyone gathered around, holding their breath and watching the third dice.

"Six, six, six!"

Ling Fan shouted almost heartbreakingly.

No one noticed, Ling Xiao quietly stretched out an index finger and tapped it lightly under the table. A faint stream of true essence immediately poured down the table into the bowl. （）

Eventually, the dice jumped and miraculously collided with the other two dice.

Then it stopped.

A little!

A little!

A little!

It's still exactly the same number of points. （）

Li Fang spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the sky.

Humming a song and walking home, before he got to the house, he saw Uncle Fu sneakily running over and whispered: "Childe, the master came here just now, and I heard that you are not cultivating at home, so I was a little unhappy, and said that I would come to see it later." ”

Ling Xiao's singing came to an abrupt end.

The image of an ordinary middle-aged man immediately flashed in front of him. His father's qualifications were mediocre and his temper was also very gentle, and he was a notoriously useless person in the Ling family and even in the entire Black Rock City.

But to himself, he is a perfect father. His mother died when he was young, and his father worked hard to raise him. When I grow up, I don't learn anything, and I am also a father, and I tolerate and dot on him for no reason. But he still didn't pay attention to it, only knowing that the whole family who caused trouble, collided, and harmed all paid the price for their mistakes.

By the time I realized all this, it was too late.

Once again, Ling Xiao's happiest thing is not that he picked up this life by himself, but that he was able to see his father again and be on his knees.

As soon as I changed into clean clothes, I heard footsteps at the door.

Ling Xiao was shocked, turned his head slowly, and saw a middle-aged man who was a little obsessed walking in. His eyes were not big, just like Ling Xiao, narrow and long like willow leaves. When I was a teenager, I may have been a little delicate, but now I am all squeezed by fat, and there is only one **** left.

He was wearing a purple robe, tightly tied, and when he walked, he could still see the fat around his waist shaking.

Ling Xiao looked at his father greedily, from his face to his body, down to every hair. It was as if in the next second, it would all disappear from front of my eyes.

Ling Shouxin felt strange when he boarded, but according to what he knew about this precious son, he must have done nothing good. Originally, I wanted to come over and scold him, but he couldn't say it, and he hesitated again and again before he said vaguely: "I heard that you went to the kiln with the boy from the fourth family again?"

This breath...... Where is it like Father Yan? (Chivalry Chinese Network)