Yellow Spring Expres

"It doesn't like strangers staring at it like that," Yang Fan said, still soothing the white tiger in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhenghao, his gaze carrying a hint of authority and unwavering conviction, his voice remaining calm. "Staring at it like that is somewhat rude.",Yang Fan held a white tiger in his left hand and a brush dipped in ink in his right. With flowing strokes, he completed the talisman on the yellow paper in one go.,Yang Fan carefully stacked the talisman papers into triangular shapes, while Wu Zhenghao took out lucky bags from his bag and put seven talisman papers into seven separate lucky bags.。