Chen Xing knocked on the hard shell of the Dance Scythe Ghost Crab, feeling the steel-like sensation of the hit.
He was also about to test its tough scythes, "Taotie, come here."
Taotie ran over, not knowing why and even sniffed the Dance Scythe Ghost Crab with its nose.
The crab gave off a fresh aquatic scent, and Taotie couldn't help but bite down on it.
"Don't bite."
Chen Xing stopped Taotie; it was Zhao's trophy, and what if it lost value from being bitten?
"No worries, bite all you like, the shell isn't worth much," Zhao Liang said casually. "Besides, it's not that easy to bite through."
Taotie glanced at Zhao Liang, then turned back and bit down on the back of the Dance Scythe Ghost Crab. Its small eyes paused in place, then let go, leaving only a row of tiny, rice-sized white marks on the crab's back.
