White tea legend

In the middle of the night, I finally saw Jiuyou Sunu and Bai Cha coming back.

Bai Cha's curtain hat was indeed gone.

"The curtain hat I made must be too beautiful and someone stole it, right?"

"No, I gave it as a gift."

The conversation between the miracle doctor and his little tea tree spirit made Po burst into laughter.

"Sixth Junior Brother, the curtain hat you made must be too ugly and I don't want the tea, so I gave it away."

"Not really, it was because it was so beautifully made that the merchants in the city wanted to sell it wholesale, so I gave it to him."

Bai Cha explained for Lu Yu.

"What you did was too ugly, so we gave it away." Yuanxiang looked at Abao, still angry.

A Bao originally had a playful smile on his face, but Yuan Xiang laughed at him and stopped laughing.

Jiuyou Sunu called him over: "Abao, come here, I will show you a treasure..."

So he took out the plain female snail and let Po watch it.

"What's the big deal? It's just a broken conch." Yuan Xiang was angry.

Bai Cha pulled her aside and comforted her: "Don't be angry, miracle doctor. I'll tell you some material for you to use in your storybook. I'll make sure you're happy."

Yuan Xiang had a sleepless night and quickly made up a new story based on the story of the female snail of Bai Shui. However, she turned the beautiful white snail into a dirty and ugly field snail. The plain girl Jiuyou turned into a snail girl.

As soon as the formula "Story of Stones" was entered, gods and Buddhas all over the sky immediately saw the latest story book on the big stone screen by the Tianhu Lake: Snail Girl.

"This snail girl is so ugly, how can she be a heroine?"

"How come a fairy girl knows how to cook all day long and has no other skills?"

Readers are talking a lot, and this heroine has received bad reviews.

Fairy Yuanxiang was very satisfied with such a bad review, and finally fell asleep peacefully before dawn.

……

In the palace of Wolf City, King Wolf and his queen had no sleep all night.

They were watching a show and were enjoying it.

In the main hall, King Tian was humiliated and tortured all night under the orders of King Wolf. By daybreak, he was in terrible condition.

The queen took a nap and woke up.

But I saw a figure curled up on the ground in the hall, like a shabby rag doll that had been ravaged:

The exposed skin was covered with purple-black bruises, each recording the ravages of the ruthless torture instruments. His face had lost its former charm, with swelling and bruises covering every inch of skin below his eyes, and fresh blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every inhale seemed to tear his chest apart. There was still dirt and blood under the broken nails, witnessing his desperate scratching as he struggled. The wounds on his body, old and new, intertwined into a painful map, guiding him to every torture he experienced.

"I want to parade!"

he shouted to the Wolf King and Queen on their thrones.

"What did he say?" the Queen asked the Wolf King.

"He said he was going to parade."

"He looks like this..."

The Wolf King suddenly smiled ghostly: "Wouldn't it be more exciting if he parades like this?"

"The city is full of his former people. What would happen if they saw the king they once supported reduced to this state?" The queen also smiled evilly.

So, they agreed to King Tian's request. …

The once glorious King Tian has now become a prisoner.

In the Wolf City Pond, all the people ran to the streets to see King Tian paraded through the streets.

I saw King Tian sitting in a prison car, wearing shabby clothes, and the scars on his face told of his past glory and current downfall. The prison car drove slowly on the street, and the sun shone on King Tian's body, but it could not dispel the coldness in his heart. His hands were tightly locked with iron chains, and so were his freedom and dignity.

People pointed, gloated, and threw wild vegetables and rotten eggs at King Tian.

King Tian knew that these were not the people of the Sanmiao tribe, but the people of the Wolf tribe. They had no feelings for him, he was humiliated by them, and he felt no sadness inside.

When the prison car came to the streets where the people of the Sanmiao tribe once lived, King Tian was driven off the prison car. His feet were bare, stepping on the cold stone road, and every step was like a knife cutting into his heart.

He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling endless sadness in his heart.

Because his former people on both sides of the street were calling him "king", with tears streaming down their faces and waving to him.

Many people wanted to break out of the wall of guards. The Sanmiao tribesmen could not bear the humiliation of their king. It made them more angry and painful than humiliating themselves.

Above the Wolf City Pool and on the clouds, the immortals looked down at the scene.

Sanmiao people are still a bit bloody!

So, what they proposed last night was the right one.

Lu Yu and Abao looked at each other and gave each other approving looks.

I can't let go of the king, I can't trap the wolf.

Only when King Tian sacrifices himself can the flames of hatred in the hearts of the people of the Sanmiao tribe be aroused.

As the saying goes, the sad soldiers will win!

News was received in King Wolf's Palace: The defeated generals of the Sanmiao tribe had rioted!

Don't be afraid, he has the Queen's "Heavenly Book" in his hand.

The Wolf King was not anxious at all, but went back to the harem to find his queen.

With the queen here, he led the Wolf tribe to capture the Sanmiao tribe, so it was naturally impossible for the Sanmiao tribe to overturn the situation.

In the silent palace.

Under the gorgeous curtains, the queen was sleeping on the embroidered bed, holding a black sword tightly in her hand. Her brows were tightly knitted with sorrow, and even in her dream, she could not escape the endless panic and uneasiness.

In the dream, the queen's sword exuded a suffocating cold air. Its existence seemed to be a heavy burden on her and a source of fear that she could not get rid of. The blade of the black sword reflected images of the ruined kingdom: burning cities, crying people, and fallen warriors.

The queen lingers in her dream, wearing a long black dress like a widow in mourning. Her steps were feeble and feeble, as if every step she took was stepping on the tip of a knife in her soul. The dark corridors, the cold city walls, the devastated squares, every scene shocked her.

The wolf king's call awakened the queen from her nightmare. She sat up suddenly, and the black sword in her hand instantly turned into nothingness. Her chest was heaving and her forehead was covered with cold sweat. Before his eyes, those terrifying illusions had dissipated, replaced by familiar palace decorations, warm fires, and the concerned eyes of the Wolf King.

"Queen, are you having nightmares again? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The Wolf King embraced the Queen in his arms.

He is her support, and her heavenly book is his support. He gets power, city, and victory from her, and she gets the tenderness, care, and warmth from a man from him.

Take what you need.

well.

"The people of the Sanmiao tribe have rebelled." King Wolf said to the queen.

In the queen's hand, a scroll of heavenly book appeared, embroidered with gold thread and shining with golden light.

"Take it," the queen said gently.

Today is New Year’s Eve. I wish my friends a happy New Year’s Eve and good luck in the Year of the Dragon.