I am very interested

Jingyang kept retreating, soon bumping into the original pile of corpses. There was no way out.,The soft fur was hard to notice, and it moved without wind, gently drifting towards the wolf in the middle.,Was it congenital heart disease Jingyang's face was pale, or... He clutched his chest and looked at the wolf corpse across from him, which was no longer moving after being torn apart. Was that strange breath that pierced into his heart because of this wolf's death。