Yellow Spring Expres

Yang Fan was already quick, and with Li Wenlin's help, the two quickly finished weaving the bamboo stool and fence.,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.。