The wild wolf lifted its hind leg and scratched its neck, then continued to bite down. Jing Yang suppressed his breathing and moved back again… Then, he heard the sound he didn't want to hear most: rustling in the grass beside him. Soon, two wild wolves with blood dripping from their mouths emerged from either side, their green eyes fixed on Jing Yang.,A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.,He paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled a cloud of foul air.。