Jingyang let out a long sigh of frustration, and as he took a deep breath again, his gaze slowly changed - how could there be such a heavy metallic smell,Wild Wolf Jing Yang's pupils contracted. The pentagram of blood quickly dissipated on the enemy wolf's tongue, unable to leave the expected rose-gold pentagram pattern - it was a failure!,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。