Like a baby's hand and palm, his own arms and torso became incredibly slender and thin. His skin was so tender that it didn't look like the skin of a man nearly thirty years old at all; he looked more like a three or four-year-old child!,The soft fur was hard to notice, and it moved without wind, gently drifting towards the wolf in the middle.,Recalling the heart-wrenching pain he had felt before waking, Jing Yang looked around. Surrounded by these corpses, half-buried in towering weeds, he finally understood the reason for his dream-like experience.。