Yellow Spring Expres

Wu Zhenghao looked carefully at the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms. The more he looked, the more he felt it was like... a real tiger.,With the last stroke complete, the brush was lifted. A golden light flashed across the talisman script on the yellow paper, the symbols writhing and dancing as if alive.,Of the seven talismans, Grandma Wu left two: one for herself and one for Wu Chenxi.。