Yang Fan saw the defiance in its eyes, "Do you still want to eat me","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.",Of the seven talismans, Grandma Wu left two: one for herself and one for Wu Chenxi.。