Song Qingyou clutched her coat.
As everyone was confused, he threw it.
The next second, the coat quickly and steadily covered the crocodile head.
With its vision blocked, the crocodile began to shake its head and tail.
As soon as the coat was shaken off, it instinctively tore it apart.
Song Qingyou took this opportunity to quickly go ashore and climb up the big tree that Zhizhi had just landed on.
Her movements were as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water, without any pause.
[ Sister Qingyou, amazing! ]
[ Crocodiles don't usually climb trees. Sister Qingyou is safe. ]
[ It's really a textbook-style self-help]
The crocodile tore her clothes for a long time before it finally realized that something was wrong.
Its sharp eyes looked at Song Qingyou on the tree, and then it crawled toward her.
