He suddenly sat up, but slipped and fell with his limbs weak.,Jingyang was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, completely sobering him up.,From some point, Jing Yang gradually calmed down. He leaned against the pile of rocks, sitting cross-legged, staring intently at the three wild wolves that had advanced to his front. The bits of meat in their teeth and the sickeningly bloody smell were all clearly visible...。