Chapter 8: Empty Sorrow
"There is no end to the death between my clan and the Shadow Clan, once upon a time, my dream as a saint was that one day I would have the ability to destroy the entire Shadow Clan, avenge the countless heroic spirits of my clan who were killed by the Shadow Clan, and also avenge my father, and sacrifice the Shadow Clan with blood to avenge the revenge of the heavens."
Xiao Yu gritted her teeth and said this sentence, every word revealed a monstrous hatred for the Shadow Clan, and every note was an endless scolding of the Shadow Clan.
Zhang Rui could clearly feel that Xiaoyu had fallen into a demonic daze, into an extreme, and her hatred of the Shadow Clan had affected her normal thinking.
From Xiao Yu, Zhang Rui can see that this problem will exist in the Shadow Clan and the Xiao Yu Clan, and the hatred for each other has flowed deeply in their blood.
Seeing Xiao Yu like this, Zhang Rui couldn't think of any good way to solve this matter for a while, if someone also killed his father, then he would definitely kill the other party at all costs.
Blood debts can only be paid with blood.
But the hatred is so from small to big, from big to deep, that the next generation of children inherit their parents' surnames, and also inherit their parents' hatred and grievances.
After saying this, Xiao Yu seemed to feel a lot better, and the hatred that was so unforgettable before was not revealed.
"I'm sorry, I just lost my temper." Xiaoyu whispered an apology, her face revealing her inner apology.
"It's okay, replace me, if they do so much to me, I will hate them very much, and I can't wait to peel them off and cramp them right away! Put it in a frying pan and bake it in the sun! ”
Zhang Rui echoed Xiaoyu, just wanted to make her happy in her heart and make her smile a little more in her heart, so that she would not be left with hatred and live for hatred.
"No, just now your father told me the story of the past between my clan and the Shadow Clan, and the history that has disappeared in the long river of time."
Xiaoyu's voice became faint and distant, and Zhang Rui listened as if he had entered that unknown history, a history that was buried in the long river of time and was not known.
"Your father said that at that time, the Shadow Clan was actually the same as my race, we were all people of the same race, and it was really hard for me to imagine that scene on the mother planet in the life of loving each other, after all, since I can remember, the two races have been fighting each other.
And at that time, they couldn't be defined as the Shadow Clan, because at that time, just like my clan, everyone was a clansman who cultivated the laws of the light system.
According to your father, it was because our mother planet was probably in the midst of destruction due to its heavy burden, and your father happened to pass by and came to the rescue of my people.
However, due to the impact of the destruction of the home planet, in the scene of destruction everywhere, many clansmen have lost hope for life, and the influence of the aura generated when the world is destroyed, many of the people who were rescued later have their own bloodlines changed.
The power of the law of light flows in the blood of our race, and they were affected by the destruction of the home planet, and the law of light was completely transformed into the law of darkness, so the new race of the Shadow Clan was born. ”
"Is there any inevitable relationship between this and the endless war between the Shadow Clan and yours?"
Zhang Rui listened to a lot and didn't understand much, what if it changed, everyone is a clan, how could they get this desire to destroy the other clan?
"At the beginning, both the dark clan and the light clan were glad that they had survived the cataclysm of the destruction of the ancestral star, so they gathered the strength of the whole clan to create a token, and swore in the name of the ancestor that as long as someone brought this token to our clan, he would be the new master of our clan.
Then give this token to your father, your father really can't refuse, so he can only accept this token, but he set a seal, and all the people of the clan lost the sense of the token, and then told the patriarch the method of unsealing, saying that the seal will be unsealed by those who are destined.
It wasn't until a few days ago that our clan opened the tomb of the ancestor and found a way to unseal it. ”
Xiaoyu told the story slowly, mixed with some information that has been handed down since ancient times, combined with the information she got just now, and told it together.
"Later, as time went on, there was a disagreement between the Light and the Dark.
The dark clan people hate that they have become a person who cultivates the dark law, plus the light clan people already hate the dark law, although on the surface, the two clansmen help each other and love each other, but in private, the light clan people often laugh at the dark clansmen, and the dark clansmen are also talking about the light clansmen.
There is no impermeable wall in the world, and the dark people know what the light people have done, so the resentment in the hearts of the dark people is getting deeper and deeper, and they don't dare to point the finger at your father, after all, your father is the life-saving benefactor of the whole clan.
They always have to find a place to vent, and that place is where they used to love each other as a family, so after your father left, the war between the two tribes broke out, and it has been out of control ever since. ”
"This is the historical dispute between the two clans, it's not complicated, it's just that we didn't expect that the Shadow Clan would actually be separated from our clan, my father, and the endless heroic spirits of my clan all died at the hands of the same clan, and they died too unjustly, too unjustly!"
Xiao Yu said sluggishly word by word, revealing a little pathos in her tone.
"I don't know what to do now, I want the war between the two tribes to stop, but I don't want the war between the two tribes to stop, the blood debt needs to be sacrificed with blood and paid with life!
What do you say I should do? ”
After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he turned to Zhang Rui and looked at him helplessly, treating him as the peerless elixir that saved him.
Zhang Rui walked to Xiaoyu's side and hugged her quietly, wanting to give her a little warmth and comfort, although it couldn't solve the problem, it could share a lot of pain for Xiaoyu.
"We can go back and stop the war, we still have children, children are innocent, we can't let children be engraved with lifelong hatred, it has nothing to do with them."
Zhang Rui patted Xiaoyu on the back and slowly said his suggestion.
"Child, yes, the child is innocent, we can't let the next generation also bear this meaningless thing, let's go back and stop the war!"
Xiaoyu was broken by Zhang Rui's words, regained confidence, adjusted her mentality, and wanted to go back to prevent countless years and countless wars between the two tribes.
"Okay, we'll make up our minds, and we'll set off when your spaceship is recharged."
Zhang Rui was also happy for her when he saw Xiaoyu turn from sadness to joy, and at the same time, he also knew that the blood feud between the two peoples was not so easy to let go, and the blood of countless heroic spirits would not be lost in vain.
The countless lives that have been fought in the long river of time cannot be easily ignored, and they are the ancestors of those who are now alive, fighting for their people.
People must not forget their ancestors, and a race without history has no soul!
But there is a glimmer of hope in the end, after all, he is their nominal master, this is a matter recognized by the two tribes, and it is also the only way for him to return to bring peace to the other party.