"Quack?"
Yu Xueqing emerged from the grass, placing a large and a small Yangtze Crocodile on the fake grass green cloth, then turned back to the grass to bring out three more smaller Yangtze Crocodiles, setting them in front of Ansheng.
"Quack?"
The large and the four small Yangtze Crocodiles exchanged glances, their big, innocent eyes filled with confusion and unease.
For these communal Yangtze Crocodiles, they usually form groups of three to five, led by the bigger ones to the river to feed on fish, shrimp, and crabs.
However, lately, there had been two large creatures in the river that could crack open Yangtze Crocodiles like sunflower seeds, forcing them to dig on land for some insects...
Now, the Yangtze Crocodiles were filled with apprehension.
Because Yu Xueqing had brought each one out from the grass with one hand.
It was fine if they were left alone, but any mishap could be a mass tragedy for the Yangtze Crocodiles.
"Quaaa—"
