Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng were sent away, and when Shen Hao ate the sour noodle soup, it was already over. Xia Nu, a simple slave, looked like a sleepy Missy on the side, and the red silk and Jinxiu He had already fallen asleep curled up in the bed.

"Go and get some more spicy food." Shen Hao shouted twice, the noodles still tasted like that, but he wanted to make it more heavy today.

"Huh? Oh!"

When she came back, Xia was holding a clay pot with at least two catties of spicy pepper in her hand. You can add it as you like.

Shen Hao took a spoonful, then took another sip that felt appropriate. As he ate, he asked suddenly, "Have you hated me?"

Xia Nu was a little confused, blinked her eyes, looked at Shen Hao and shook her head. She thinks that her own master is very good. She can eat and drink and buy beautiful clothes for her. She has a comfortable house to live in. If she is bullied and the master helps her out, how can she hate her before she is too happy?

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

Today, both Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng looked at Xia Nu Sannu's eyes, Shen Hao. Compared with ordinary people such as Hu Tian, ​​these two eyes are different. The barbarians look at it as a human being, just like looking at three dogs or three vases. Shen Hao was shocked to see this gap, and at the same time worried that it would cast a shadow on Xia.

Shen Hao liked the three fox girls at home, they were beautiful, lively, vigorous, and sensible. He really treated them as people, 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 took you captive from the tribe, do you hate them?"

"Hate before, they are not good people. But now I don't hate them anymore."

Shen Hao was curious, and asked, "Why don't you hate it now?" According to Shen Hao's idea, if he was Xia Nu, he would definitely treat those slave merchants as enemies of blood, how could he not hate?

"I'm still alive now. And if they didn't take me captive, I won't meet you, my master." Xia Nu's idea is simple, and it has something to do with the environment in which she has lived since she was a child. Life and death are common in the northwest of the barbarians, famine, sickness, robbery...Even if they are not taken away by the slave merchants, it is common to be looted by the barbarians in the east. It depends on luck to survive.

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

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

"Have you heard of Wang Ting?" Shen Hao's hands kept on, and his pointed ears were soft. It would be very hot after a few pinches, making it comfortable to pinch.

"I know, uh... it's where the king of our barbarian clan is. But now the barbarian has no king, and no royal court. I heard the old fox people in the clan say that the barbarians with royal court are very powerful. Not worse than the human race."

Hearing this, Shen Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, patted Xia Nu's buttocks and asked her to start. He picked up the bowl and continued to shout, while asking: "If you continue to speak, just tell me what Wang Ting you have heard of is like. "

Xia Nu was originally lying on Shen Hao’s lap and was so comfortable that she was going to sleep, she was pouting her mouth when she was photographed, she was glared at by Shen Hao before she honestly said: "It's just some ballads, if you want to hear me Sing it for you?"

Ballad?

When Shen Hao thinks of it, it seems that the barbarians have the habit of weaving their own history into songs. And he never knew that Xia Nu could sing, so he nodded and motioned to Xia Nu to sing to him quickly.

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

"Yeah. Sing it."

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

"You can't see the Cao Bazi, the warriors dancing with swords and spears are all running to the golden tent..."

The ballads are actually telling stories, telling the story of the royal court in a certain period of time from the establishment to the glory and the decline of the barbarian. The human swords, guns, swords and halberds in it also involve killing and suffering, anyway, both rise and fall are involved. After listening, Shen Hao felt that it was still objective.

Of course, the human role in the ballad must be the "evil" side, the chief culprit in destroying the good life of the barbarian, but the war provoked by the barbarian actively used "the beautiful northern land needs the hard work of the barbarian and needs to run." Barbarian cattle and sheep." to explain.

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

This kind of narrative ballad is very long, thousands of words, plus the back and forth emotional contrast, it takes time to sing a few songs.

"Do you want the royal court of your barbarians to reappear?"

"Hope! The barbarians can live a good life after the king court reappears. And no one will bully us. However, we don't have a king court anymore."

Shen Hao touched Xia Nu's head, told her to clean up the dishes and then go down to rest.

After Xia Nu left, Shen Hao got up from the chair, opened the window and looked at the gloomy darkness outside. For the first time, he felt a weight that made him very uncomfortable.

Before, whether it was an evil monk or an evil monk, or fighting against all kinds of people, Shen Hao had always been like a stone. If you blocked my way, I will destroy you unless you give in. In terms of methods, it is basically omnipotent. Bearing the name of a "scary star", Shen Hao himself never feels wronged. He walked all the way back and forth, and it was a bone-in-the-blank road.

But today he felt the pressure.

A kind of contradictory pressure that is irreconcilable between races. It's as if you thought you were going to fight with each other, but in fact people came with a knife~lightnovelpub.net~ Win or lose will only end when one of the players is dead. As long as you die, this killing will repeat itself endlessly.

This is not something that Shen Hao has touched before, and has never considered it in depth.

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

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

A slave who was obviously obedient to him, but also a slave with a bleak past that was indifferent to life and death, and even this slave was very indifferent to the concept of hatred.

But it was such a silly slave, but when he mentioned the word "Wang Ting", he was so energetic, it seemed to be resonance in his blood. That kind of look proves that this naive slave does not recognize her current "barbarian" status and does not have the concept of "national hatred and family hatred", but she agrees with the royal court and subconsciously believes that the appearance of the royal court can bring her to all the 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 but secretly said: Maybe the "Wang Ting" I understand is still too one-sided.