"Give me a pot of the wine you mentioned, and a few of their signature dishes, with more spice. And a pumpkin, white fungus, and red date soup, something sweet."
After Shen Xinghe finished speaking, he loosened his fingers and threw the gold ingot into the waiter's hand.
The guy held the gold ingots in both hands and ran to make arrangements happily.
The guy didn't see the sinister look in Shen Xinghe's eyes after he turned around, otherwise the gold ingots in his hand would have felt hot.
Shen Xinghe sat down opposite Sijiu and looked at her with a smile, "Master seems to like drinking."
Si Jiu glanced at him and said, "You are quite smart."
"I heard Li Chengyun advise you to drink less last time."
Si Jiu thought to herself, "What a dog's ears! I don't know how she heard it. Isn't she trying to ask why Li Chengyun advised her to drink less?"
Come to think of it, Zizi doesn't even know how bad his master's current cultivation and spiritual state are.
Unexpectedly, he didn't ask why.
Shen Xinghe rested one hand on the table, his chin propped up, and smiled. "Immortal Lord Chi Zhao is a master at brewing wine. Master, you've tried his wine. I guess the so-called immortal wine that the other person just boasted about is not worth the effort."
The wine steward smiled indifferently, "To me, there is not much difference between good wine and bad wine."
Shen Xinghe was startled, but seeing that she looked calm, and didn't seem to be speaking casually, he didn't know why his heart was touched, and the next sentence blurted out, "Then what does Master think about the demon race and the human race?"
"Are you asking about my views on these two races? Of course, there is no difference."
"Master, don't you think that the demons are treacherous and greedy, and that they deserve to be killed by anyone?"
After saying this, Shen Xinghe realized that she was looking at him with a scrutinizing look, and he suddenly came to his senses.
What am I doing? Am I being stupid?
Just as he was thinking about how to get around the issue, the waiter came back with the food and drinks they ordered.
It just saved him the trouble of thinking about how to change the subject.
"Master, let me pour you some wine."
The mellow wine is poured from the jug into the cup, the aroma is fragrant and unexpectedly sweet.
Sijiu raised his eyebrows. Why did this wine smell so familiar? It was a bit like the wine brewed by Fourth Senior Brother.
Could it be that this so-called wine immortal hidden among the people is really the Immortal Lord Chi Zhao?
However, he was a proud and lazy man, and it was unlikely that he would sell his precious wine to the secular world for a little money.
"Master, would you like to try it?"
The wine steward took the cup and took a sip.
"How is it?" Shen Xinghe asked curiously.
Si Jiu glanced at Shen Xinghe lightly, "Who can be sure that there are no kind-hearted people among the demon race? And who dares to say that there are no evil, greedy and unforgivable people among the human race?"
Shen Xinghe was stunned.
He didn't expect that she would actually continue the previous topic, and he didn't expect that she would say such words.
"Among all things in this world, is there anyone who can choose his or her own birth?
Therefore, I do not think that the human race is necessarily superior to others, nor do I think that the demon race must be killed.
In my eyes, whether they are human, demon, or even half-human, half-demon, there is no difference. "
At this moment, looking at the master in front of him with a cold expression but gentle eyes, the seed in Shen Xinghe's heart finally broke through the ground.
He has been alone since he was a child, wandering around and enduring all kinds of contempt, expulsion, beatings and scolding.
At first he didn't understand why this happened. Why did some people in the world have a home, parents, three meals a day, clean clothes, countless toys and endless candies, while he was covered in wounds?
Did he do something wrong?
It was not until later that he realized that he was indeed wrong.
His birth was a mistake.
The world cannot accommodate people like him, who are neither human nor monster.
Since the world cannot tolerate me, I will slaughter this world.
Since the world can't accommodate me, I will destroy this world.
He had become accustomed to the storms and coldness of the Endless Sea, and the darkness and silence of the Candle Palace.
He doesn't need anyone.
And now, someone told him: You didn't choose your birthplace, so what's wrong with you? In my eyes, you are no different from everyone else.
Such words made his eyes hot and he just wanted to cry.
"Xing'er, remember this when you act in the future: don't be afraid of what others say, but just keep a clear conscience."
"Master..." He muttered as he looked at the man in front of him.
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