Soon, the wild wolf stopped struggling. Jing Yang felt a strange aura again, drilling into his heart, both cold and hot. His heart twitched violently. Just as he had struggled to stand up, he fell back onto his buttocks.,Jingyang spat out a mouthful of wolf hair, stepped on the corpse and declared victory, but suddenly his face changed drastically. The reason was that when his true body fell back into the pile of corpses, he unintentionally saw the gray-coated woman clutching the swaddling clothes until her death... Jingyang had thought this woman should be like his biological mother after he crossed over, and that he was almost certainly reborn from the swaddling clothes and crawled out...,And although his body now was thin and small, it was clearly the physique of a boy at least three or four years old!。