Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,The wild wolf that had been munching on its food moments ago suddenly stopped, turned back, and licked its sharp teeth as if it were sneering at Jingyang.,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。