He kept staring at the white tiger like that, and it felt uneasy. It struggled to burrow into Yang Fan's arms, whimpering "~" It was scared.,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.,When he arrived, he knew they were going to buy paper offerings, so he specially went to Sun Ping's place to buy some small lucky bags.。