My brave hunter, your boots are filled with countless grass fields and ashes, and your eyes have stared at thousands of rivers and mountains and hundreds of rivers. You have seen four thousand wild horses, two thousand antelopes, three hundred wolves and dozens of tigers. And today someone wants to ask you to tell a story. The first thing that comes to your mind is the story of the wolf.
After a moment, your eyes were slightly closed, and in the boundless darkness, the fangs were intertwined, and the liver and gallbladder were dripping.