Jingyang was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, completely sobering him up.,Jingyang carefully moved backward, his eyes fixed on the back of the wolf that was eating.,The wolf, controlled by Jingyang, paced to Jingyang's side and, with the perspective of an observer, looked at its own pale new appearance. The newly learned little guy was shorter than this adult wolf. Then he looked at the swaddled baby in the woman's arms who had been dead for a long time... Who was the original baby in the swaddle, and where did it go。
