What the hell, you three damn dogs, are you toying with your prey or saving this fresh meat for last,Jingyang yanked on the throat of the wild wolf beneath his feet, jerking his head back with a splash of blood. He turned to fight the wolf that had ambushed him from behind.,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。