The wolf king had already gotten up and left the grassy slope, and when I was leaving, I hurriedly asked the second master: What legend is it?

The second master didn't say anything, only said: Where the wolf king is, there must be heavy treasures, and this wolf king has snow-white hair, which is not common in itself. It's more scarce, and it's probably going to take you in search of something.

I hummed, quickly turned over my horse, rode my black high-headed horse, and the clouds covered the snow, and chased after the wolf king.

The wolf king didn't run fast, and kept moving towards the west of the grassland, and I rode behind the silver wolf king on a dark cloud covered with snow, and just kept running forward.

On the endless prairie, under this starry night, the wolf king ran for more than twenty minutes in one breath before he stopped and roared at a dead tree.

Oh

The wolf king's head roared at the dead tree, and I thought it should have signaled me to look at the dead tree.

I looked around and thought this tree was weird, why was it weird in the vast prairie. In the scene of the wind blowing the grass and seeing the cattle and sheep, there is an extra tree.

A tree five or six meters high, this tree is like a plane tree, but it is by no means a plane tree, it has just begun autumn at this moment, the weather is not cold, but the leaves on this tree have already fallen off.

I dismounted, got to the tree, reached out and touched the trunk, only to feel that the trunk was very sticky, like a lot of slimy sap coming down from the canopy. The next chapter has been updated

"This can't be a rubber tree," I muttered, but how could a rubber tree grow here?

The wolf king ran over at this moment. I sniffed my fingers and felt that the sticky liquid was very fragrant, like milk.

Watch the wolf king keep yelling at the roots. But I didn't dare to touch the roots of the tree, and I thought that what the wolf king wanted to bring me should be hidden in the roots.

Looking around, I pulled out the dagger from my waist and plunged it into the trunk of the tree, and with a bang, the blade sank into the trunk. I didn't expect this trunk, which is thicker than a telephone pole, to be so fragile.

I pried the bark with all my might, then pulled out the dagger, thrust it in another place, and then pried the bark open.

Such a tree thicker than an adult's thigh. In just ten minutes, I was forced to chop from the roots, accompanied by a breeze blowing, clicking, and breaking.

Since there were no branches and leaves in the canopy, there was not much noise when it landed, and there was not much wind noise, so I looked into the inside of the trunk, and obediently, the trunk turned out to be hollow.

And the inside of the trunk was blood-red, and the sap in the body of the tree was red, just like human blood

When the wolf king saw that I had cut down the tree, he hurried over, stretched out his head, and hissed into the trunk of the tree, as if to show me what was in the trunk.

Because I was in a hurry, I didn't have any equipment, I didn't have a flashlight on my body, and the trunk seemed to be more than a foot deep in the ground, and I didn't dare to put my arm into it, if it was a poisonous snake, it would be a pity to die if it bit me.

I took out my mobile phone, turned on the screen of my phone and shone it into the trunk, there was a black hole inside, and I faintly saw that in the deepest part of the trunk, there seemed to be something similar to a teapot buried, which was the ancient teapot, a bit like a purple clay pot.

Could it be that the Wolf King is taking me to find that thing?

I glanced at the wolf king, and he was lying next to me, staring at me all the time, as if encouraging me to get it.

I was brave enough to make sure there was no danger in the deepest part of the trunk, so I leaned over and reached into my arm, and as soon as I reached down my hand, I felt that something was wrong.

The deepest part of the trunk, the deeper the hand goes, the hotter it feels, and at first it feels like a fire in winter, quite warm.

As I stretched deeper and lower, it didn't feel right, as if my hand was getting closer and closer to the coal fire, and the skin on my hand was getting hotter and hotter, and before I could reach deeper, I quickly retracted my arm.

"Why is it so hot" I shook my hand and kept dissipating heat, and when I looked at the wolf king, it looked like it had nothing to do with me.

I said, "Dude, what's in that teapot down there?"

In fact, it is a vain question to ask, just to relieve your embarrassment. At this moment, I looked at the deepest part of the trunk again, and I faintly felt that this teapot was not a dark red purple clay pot, but was burned into a dark red by high temperature, and I don't know what its original color was.

I couldn't waste too much time here, so I took off my shirt right now, wrapped my right hand, and quickly reached down, grabbed the little teapot, and quickly lifted it up.

In less than three seconds, my fingers ached, and I could barely grasp the teapot, but fortunately the teapot had been taken out of the trunk of the tree, and at the same time I let go of my hand, it fell on the lawn.

I was completely shocked by what happened at this moment.

The grass near the teapot turned yellow and dried up at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, until finally the hay was almost on the verge of fire.

The moment the hay smoked, I quickly extinguished it with my clothes, and only after pulling out the grass around the teapot did I dare to take a breath.

"What the hell is in this teapot" I frowned, glancing at the little teapot again.

At this moment, I took the teapot out of the trunk, and I could see its general shape. This is a teapot with a dragon head and a dragon tail, the water outlet is a dragon head, the teapot handle is the tail of a dragon, and the body of the teapot is carved with dragon patterns, which is very simple, like adobe firing.

Under the blowing of the night breeze, the teapot gradually exuded its temperature and gradually restored its original color.

The color of black

The wolf king screamed at the teapot, as if to ask me to open the lid of the teapot, and after opening it, I saw that the teapot was black, and I didn't know what was inside.

In the teapot, there was a loach in it

My eyes almost fell to the ground, and at this moment I wanted to lie on the mouth of the teapot to look, the light shining from the mobile phone screen made me see clearly, there was half a pot of water in the teapot the size of an adult's fist, and a black loach was swimming in the water.

Isn't that?

I worked hard to get a teapot that burned my hands, but when I lifted the lid of the pot, I saw that there was only a loach in it, and I thought that even a hundred yuan could soothe my fragile little heart

At this moment, the wolf king roared softly at me, as if motioning for me to eat the contents of this teapot.

I said, "Big brother, you're not mistaken, eat a loach raw, although it's nothing, but it's a little unbearable."

Eat raw seafood or something, I've tried it, it's actually nothing, but a loach that you dig out casually, can you eat it indiscriminately

The wolf king stretched out his paw and touched the teapot, and yelled at me again, this time a little urgently, as if urging me to hurry up.

As soon as I touched the teapot, it was indeed a little cold, and I wanted to eat it, I saved the wolf king's child, the wolf king would not harm me, even if it didn't help, it would not be possible to die

After thinking about it, I picked up the teapot and drank the water in the teapot in one gulp while the residual temperature was still there, and before I could chew two mouthfuls of the loach into my mouth, it slid down my throat and into my stomach with a plop.

No way

I pinched my neck, and even felt the loach start to wriggle in my stomach, I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't, and the wolf king kept roaring, as if to signal me not to move, not to be afraid.

I was about to hurt him, when suddenly there was a violent burning sensation on my back and chest, which was the same as the feeling I felt when I first touched the purple clay pot, and the more my skin burned, the more painful it became, and in the end, I couldn't help but quickly tear off my shirt and bare my back on this vast prairie.

The cold wind in the middle of the night blew on my body, but it did not have the slightest cooling effect, I felt that my internal organs were about to be burned, my face gushed out beads of sweat the size of beans, my eyes widened, half kneeling and half crawling on the ground, my mouth was wide open, I was about to lose it.

My chest started to hurt, like someone was scalding my skin with a red-hot soldering iron, and I looked down at my chest, and I was horrified