Jing Yang was thinking this way, a drop of the crimson blood that had splashed on him floated away from his skin and hovered slowly in front of him. Jing Yang's thoughts were in turmoil, and the line of blood almost fell to the ground. Jing Yang held his breath and concentrated, controlling the bloodline to fly towards the two wild wolves that were rolling and wrestling on the ground. In mid-air, the bloodline gradually formed a five-pointed star under the control of a white light.,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.,And although his body now was thin and small, it was clearly the physique of a boy at least three or four years old!。