Jingyang's head was in a whirl, he just wanted to escape this pile of corpses as quickly as possible. He used his hands and feet, slipping several times, his legs going soft, squeezing through the towering, messy grass, trying to climb out.,A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.,The soft fur was hard to notice, and it moved without wind, gently drifting towards the wolf in the middle.。