Profound Pure Guard

Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng were sent away, and when Shen Hao ate the noodles in sour soup, it was already over. Xia Nu, the slave, was waiting on the side. Sleepy-eyed Missy, while the red silk and Jinxiu had already fallen asleep curled up in the bed.

“Go get some more spicy.” Shen Hao took a few mouthfuls. The noodles still tasted the same, but he wanted to make it more heavy today.

“Ah? Oh!”

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

Shen Hao took a spoonful and took another sip that felt appropriate. While eating, she suddenly asked: “Have you hated me?”

Xia Nu was a little confused, blinked her eyes, looked at Shen Hao and shook her head. She feels that being a Master is quite 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’s eyes as usual, Shen Hao relaxed inexplicably.

Today, Pang Ban and Jiang Cheng looked towards Xia Nu Sannu’s eyes, Shen Hao, in their eyes. Compared with ordinary persons such as Hu Tian, ​​these two eyes are different. That’s true. In my heart, he didn’t treat Barbarian Race as a human being, just like watching 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 likes these three fox girls at home, they are beautiful, lively, vigorous, and sensible. He really treats 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?”

“Hated before, They are not good people. But they don’t hate it anymore.”

Shen Hao was curious, and asked, “Why don’t you hate it now?” According to Shen Hao’s idea, if he is a summer girl, he will definitely How can those slave merchants not hate them when they are enemies of blood and deep hatred?

“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, 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 Barbarian Race, famine, illness, robbery…Even if you are not taken away by the slave merchants, it is common to be looted by the Barbarian Race in the east. It depends on whether you can survive. Luck road.

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

Shen Hao reached out 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, um…it is where the king of our Barbarian Race is. But now Barbarian Race has no king, and no royal court. I heard the old fox in the clan say The Barbarian Race with the Royal Court is very powerful, not inferior to the Human Race.”

Shen Hao hearing this slightly narrowed his eyes, patted Xia Nu’s ass and told her to start, pick up the bowl and continue. Speaking of faces, he asked again: “Just keep talking, just tell me what Wang Ting you have heard is like.”

Xia Nv was originally lying on Shen Hao’s lap and was comfortable enough to sleep. After being photographed, he pouted his mouth. Shen Hao glared at him and said honestly: “It’s just some ballads. If you want to hear it, I will sing it to you?”

A ballad?

Shen Hao thinks of it as if Barbarian Race has the habit of weaving its own history into songs. And he never knew that Xia Nu could sing, so he clicked nodded and motioned to Xia Nu to sing to him quickly.

“I can only sing a few songs, and I can’t speak other languages.”

“en. Sing it.”

Fox Race The language is the same as Human Race, and the songs of Xia Nv will also be Fox Race’s ballads. The tune is far from Human Race’s music, but it still feels pleasing to listen carefully.

“You can’t see the Cao Bazi, the warrior dancing with swords and guns, they are all running to the golden-bright and dazzling tent…”

The ballads are actually telling stories, telling the story of the royal court in a certain period of Barbarian Race from establishment to glory to decline. There are blade, spear, sword, halberd of Human Race, but also killing and suffering, anyway, the rise and fall are involved. After listening, Shen Hao felt that it was still objective.

Of course, Human Race’s role in the ballad must be the “evil” side and the culprit responsible for destroying the good life of Barbarian Race, but the war provoked by Barbarian Race used “that beautiful The northern land needs the hard work of the Barbarian Race, and the cattle and sheep running the Barbarian Race.” To explain.

Shen Hao’s noodles have been eaten. He quietly watched Xia Nu sing a song in a low voice, and found that the expression on Xia Nu’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 5 minutes of time to sing a few songs.

“Do you want your Barbarian Race Royal Court to reappear?”

“Hope! Barbarian Race will be able to live a good life after the Royal Court reappears. And it will never happen again. Someone is bullying us. But we don’t have a royal court anymore.”

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

Shen Hao got up from the chair after Xia Nu left, 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 a heretic sect cultivator or an evil spirit, or fighting against all kinds of people, Shen Hao has always been like a rock. If you stop my way, I will destroy you. Unless you give in. Basically, it does everything in terms of means. With the name of a “Fairstar” on his back, 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 comes from irreconcilable races. It’s as if you thought you were going to fight with each other, but in fact, people came with a knife. Win or lose will only end with the death of one of the whole family. As long as you die, this killing will repeat itself endlessly.

This is not something that Shen Hao has come into contact with before, and has never considered it in depth.

War, especially the war of feud between races, is really different from everything Shen Hao has experienced before.

Xia Nv’s performance tonight as a simple slave touched Shen Hao.

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

But it is such a silly slave, but when he mentions the word “Wang Ting”, he is full of energy, which seems to be the resonance in the bloodline. That kind of glamour proves that this simple slave does not recognize her current “Barbarian Race” status and does not have the 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 bring it to all A good life at Barbarian Race.

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

Shen Hao can’t help but secretly thought: Maybe I understand the “Wang Ting” is still too one-sided.