C967 The Growth of the Crab(1)

Zhu Qing was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, teasing the baby Ghost Crab on the table. The snow-white baby Ghost Crab looked exactly the same as his parents, but his fierce temperament had already been shown.

In the face of Zhu Qing's attack, the Ghost Crab had a sense of propriety, and could even retaliate. The crab pincer clamped the bamboo stick, and with just a bit of force