White tea legend

The twilight was like an orange ribbon gently tied on the top of the mountain, and the wolf quietly ran down from the top of the majestic mountain.

His eyes were deep, staring at the busy city below.

The wind gradually picked up, and the wolf's gray-white hair swayed gently in the evening breeze. He seemed to be waiting for something, perhaps prey, or perhaps the fall of night.

Soon, the wolf lowered his head and sniffed the air gently with the tip of his nose, as if making a final judgment. Then, he suddenly kicked up his hooves and rushed down the winding mountain road. His movements are light and vigorous, each step showing wild grace and ready strength.

A rabbit was eating the tender grass on the ground leisurely. Its ears suddenly stood up and it looked around warily. The clear stream gurgled and the leaves swayed in the breeze, creating a peaceful and peaceful scene.

A faint but rapid running sound broke the tranquility of the forest. The rabbit tensed up instantly, preparing to escape from the coming danger. But before it could take steps to escape, a gray-white shadow flashed across like lightning.

The wolf pounced with his sharp claws, and its strong body made a dull impact with the ground. In an instant, dust flew up, obscuring this moment of life and death confrontation.

The rabbit tried to dodge with agile movements, but in the end it could not escape the wolf's precise and rapid attack. The rabbit struggled a few times and soon became silent in the wolf's mouth. The wolf easily conquered this weak creature.

Not a drop of blood flowed to the ground, not a single rabbit hair fell.

A city has been conquered by him, what does a rabbit mean?

Satisfied, the wolf walked more leisurely through the forest and thorns, and reached the foot of the mountain. In front of him was the bustling city.

Night has enveloped the city.

The city guards were lighting bonfires and making noise, and did not notice a wolf quietly approaching. The wolf paused, glanced around with his sharp eyes, and then took steps without hesitation and ran straight into the city.

This city is full of wolf totems:

There are two huge stone wolf statues standing at the city gate. Their eyes are bright, as if they are guarding the peace of the city. The lintel of the city gate is full of running wolves, and the fine lines outline their vigorous postures while hunting.

On both sides of the street, wolves of different shapes are painted on shop signs, some mighty, some elegant, some tame. Even the paved bluestones are engraved with small wolf-shaped patterns. Whenever it rains, the accumulated water shimmers slightly in the wolf-shaped patterns, as if the entire street is protected by wolf spirits.

The lampposts along the way are also decorated with wolves, with lanterns in the shape of wolf heads placed on the tops. When night falls, warm yellow light shines through the gaps in the wolf heads, creating a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

The wolf stopped at the corner of an alley like the master of the city, and a huge mural of wolves was painted on one wall. The wolves in the painting are traveling through a lush forest. Children played in front of the murals, and occasionally an old man stopped and muttered to the murals, seeming to be telling the legend about wolves.

The wolf walked through this narrow alley, and a square with the theme of wolf totem spread out:

In the center is a group of sculptures of wolves hunting. Each wolf is vividly depicted, as if it will jump off the stone base at the next moment. People in the square are wearing costumes embroidered with wolf patterns and dancing square dances that imitate wolf behavior.

They were born members of the wolf tribe, and the wolf god was their belief and prayer engraved in their bones.

After passing the square, there is a street with a completely different scene.

People on the street were in an uproar when they saw the wolf. Vendors pushed their stalls, children screamed, and adults exclaimed. For a moment, the orderly streets became chaotic.

For this group of people, the wolf god is not the memory of their group, but an invader, the enemy who destroyed their country and family.

Feeling the panic around him with satisfaction, the wolf raised its head and let out a long and shocking howl: ah wu - and then disappeared at the other end of the city.

At the other end of the city, there is a majestic palace. Ever since the wolf moved in here, the palace has been built extremely luxuriously:

The steps made of white jade seem to descend from the sky, and each step is exquisitely carved, like a jade belt surrounding the mountainside. The doors of the palace overlap one another, and each door is made of rare wood and inlaid with gold and precious stones, making it gleaming.

Stepping into the palace gate, you will see a square paved with gold bricks, with a wolf totem painted on it, and the wolf's eyes are embedded with bright night pearls. The hall is high and the glazed tile roof reflects the sunlight like gems scattered in the heaven. The corners of the eaves are flying up, and wind chimes are hanging on them. The breeze blows and makes a pleasant ringing sound.

The furnishings in the palace are extremely luxurious. Various treasures are displayed in the closet, and the curtains woven from phoenix feathers alone are enough to amaze people. The huge throne is made of pure gold, inlaid with countless gems, and covered with a whole piece of white tiger skin, symbolizing authority and conquest.

At this time, night fell, and thousands of lanterns were lit inside and outside the palace, illuminating every corner as if it were daytime. The court musicians played melodious tunes to welcome their king back.

The Wolf King walked slowly in the bright lights and walked into the palace. As he walked, he transformed from a wolf into a man, a powerful, tall and heroic man like a wolf.

He pushed aside the maid who came to help him, walked up to the throne belonging to the Wolf King, and said in a cold and domineering voice that could not be refused: "Pull up those soldiers who are not guarding King Tian well!"

A bloody scene ensued in the hall.

The soldiers were locked on a narrow wooden frame, and their hands and feet were firmly fixed with iron chains, unable to move. The torturers wore heavy leather coats and expressionless masks on their faces. They were as cold and ruthless as the messengers of death. The victim's clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, and torn fabric hung from his body, revealing skin covered with scars.

As the torture continued, the victim began to let out heart-rending screams, and the sound echoed through the four walls of the palace, as if even the stones were shaking. Every time an instrument falls on the body, it is the ultimate destruction of the soul. The expressions of pain distort the faces of the soldiers until they become unrecognizable. They called for help and begged for mercy, shouting that they were wronged: "King Tian escaped on his own, we didn't let him go..."

However, it was useless.

The torturers were unmoved at all. They followed the Wolf King's orders and struck accurately, allowing the soldiers to struggle on the edge of death, but without dying immediately, until they gradually lost consciousness and the screams gradually became louder and louder. low.

But the torturers couldn't stop. They had to continue to perform the gruesome punishment tasks because the Wolf King did not give an order to stop.

For the Wolf King, such a performance is thousands of times more beautiful than singing and dancing, and it arouses the bloody nature in his body.

He flew down from the throne, stopped beside the soldiers, opened his mouth, and swallowed them in one gulp.

Even the blood on the ground was licked clean.

Wolf Eyes looked around, everyone was trembling and lowered their heads.

"He's back!" He said to everyone, "A more exciting show is about to begin! Go and invite the queen out! I want to invite her to enjoy a more exciting show!"