Chapter 376 Feelings

After seeing off Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng, it was already past Haizheng time when Shen Hao ate the sour noodle soup. Xia Nv, a foolish slave, was waiting by her side with a look of sleepy eyes, while Hongsi and Jinxiu Already curled up in bed and fell asleep.

"Go get some more chili." Shen Hao yelled twice, the noodles still tasted the same, but he wanted to make it a little stronger today.

"Huh? Oh!"

When she came back, Xia Nu was holding a clay pot with at least two catties of spicy peppers in it, you can add whatever you want.

Shen Hao scooped up a spoonful, and took another sip, feeling that it was appropriate. While eating, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever hated me?"

Xia Nu was a little confused, she blinked her eyes, looked at Shen Hao and shook her head. She thinks that her master is very nice. She eats and drinks for her and buys her beautiful clothes. She has a comfortable house to live in. When she is bullied, the master helps her out. How can she hate her when she is too late to rejoice?

Seeing the clarity in Xia Nu's eyes as usual, Shen Hao was inexplicably relieved.

Shen Hao saw the way Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng looked at Xia Nv Sannu today. Compared with Hu Tian and other ordinary people, the eyes of these two people are different. The barbarians see it as a human being, just like seeing three dogs or three vases. Shen Hao was startled by this kind of gap, and at the same time worried that it would cast a shadow on Xia Nu.

Shen Hao likes the three fox girls at home, they are beautiful, lively, energetic, and sensible, and he really treats them as human beings, even close ones.

This may be the difference in cognition, and it is also the fundamental difference between the two worlds.

"Then have you hated those people in Yaxing? And those who kidnapped you from the tribe, do you hate them?"

"I hated them before. They are not good people. But I don't hate them now."

Shen Hao was curious, and asked, "Why don't you hate it now?" According to Shen Hao's thinking, if he were Xia Nu, he would definitely regard those slave traders as bloody enemies, how could he not hate?

"I'm still alive. Besides, they didn't kidnap me, and I couldn't meet you, my master." Xia Nu's thoughts are simple, and it has something to do with the environment she lived in since she was a child. Life and death are common things in the northwest where the barbarians are taken. Famine, illness, and robbery. Even if they are not taken away by slave traders, it is not uncommon to be robbed by the barbarians in the east. Survival depends on luck.

So Xia Nv is satisfied, she feels that compared to her not-so-distant past, she is very satisfied and happy now.

Shen Hao stretched out his hand and gently pinched Xia Nu's pointed ears, Xia Nu meekly put her head on Shen Hao's knee. As long as she didn't twist it hard, Xia Nu felt comfortable with her ears pinched like this, and her nose hummed.

"Have you ever heard of Wang Ting?" Shen Hao's hands kept moving, his pointed ears were soft, it would be very hot when pinched a few times, and it was comfortable to pinch.

"I know, it's not where the king of our barbarian tribe is. But now the barbarian tribe has no king and no royal court. I heard from the old fox man in the tribe that the barbarian tribe with the royal court is very powerful, no worse than the human race."

Hearing this, Shen Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, patted Xia Nv's buttocks and told her to get up, picked up the bowl and continued to drink noodles, while asking: "Go on, just tell me what kind of royal court you have heard. "

Xia Nv was lying on Shen Hao's lap so comfortably that she was about to fall asleep, she pouted when she was photographed, and was honest when she was glared at by Shen Hao, and said: "It's just some songs, if you want to listen to them, I will Sing it to you?"

song?

When Shen Hao thought of it, it seemed that the barbarians had the habit of compiling their own history into ballads. And he never knew that Xia Nu could sing, so he nodded and motioned Xia Nu to sing to him quickly.

"I can only sing a few songs, and I don't know any songs in other languages."

"Well. Sing."

The language of the fox clan is common to that of the human race, and the songs of the Xia Nuhui are also the songs of the fox clan. The tune is far from the music of the human race, but it is still pleasant to listen to carefully.

"You can't see the Caobazi, the warriors wielding knives and guns, they are all running towards the golden tent."

The ballad is actually telling a story, telling the story of the barbarian king's court from its establishment to its glory and then its decline and fall in a certain period. There are human race's swords, guns, swords and halberds in it, as well as killing and suffering, anyway, both rise and fall are involved. After listening to it, Shen Hao felt that it was still objective.

Of course, the role of the human race in the ballad must be the "evil" side, the chief culprit who destroyed the good life of the barbarians, but the wars provoked by the barbarians on their own initiative used "the beautiful northern land needs the cultivation of the barbarians, and needs to be run." The cattle and sheep of the barbarians." To explain.

Shen Hao had finished eating the noodles, he quietly watched Xia Nu singing a song in a low voice, and found that the expression on Xia Nu's face also fluctuated with the song.

The ballads of this kind of narrative are very long, with thousands of words, plus the back and forth emotional plots, it will take a long time to burn incense after singing a few songs.

"Do you want your barbarian royal court to reappear?"

"Hope! After the royal court reappears, the barbarians will be able to live a good life. And no one will bully us anymore. However, we don't have a royal court anymore."

Shen Hao patted Xia Nv's head and asked her to clean up the dishes and go down to rest.

After Xia Nu left, Shen Hao stood up from the chair, pushed open the window and looked at the hazy and moonless darkness outside, and felt a kind of weight in his heart for the first time that made him uncomfortable.

In the past, no matter whether he was an evil cultivator or an evil spirit, or he was fighting wits and bravery with all kinds of people, Shen Hao has always been as determined as a stone. If you block my way, I will destroy you unless you take the initiative to back down. The means are basically omnipotent, and Shen Hao himself never feels wronged by bearing the name of a "evil star". All the way he walked back and forth was a road of bones.

But today he felt the pressure.

A conflicting pressure from fundamentally irreconcilable races. It's as if you thought you were going to fight with the other party, but in fact they came with a knife. Winning or losing can only end when one of them dies. As long as the death continues, this kind of killing will repeat itself without end.

This is not something Shen Hao has been exposed to before, and he has never thought about it in depth.

Wars, especially wars mixed with feuds between races, are really different from everything Shen Hao has experienced before.

The performance of Xia Nu, a silly slave tonight, touched Shen Hao.

A slave who is obviously obedient to him is also a slave who has a bleak past and is indifferent to life and death. Even this slave has a very indifferent concept of hatred.

But it is such a naive slave, but when he mentions the word "Wang Ting", he is in high spirits, which seems to resonate in his blood. That kind of expression proves that this naive slave does not recognize her current status as a "barbarian" and has no concept of "national hatred and family hatred", but she agrees with Wang Ting, and subconsciously believes that the appearance of Wang Ting can bring her and all barbarians beautiful life.

The yearning for beauty is the simplest idea of ​​all people, and it is also the most powerful motivation.

Shen Hao couldn't help thinking: Maybe my understanding of "Wang Ting" is still too one-sided.