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.,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 stared intently as he put the talisman paper into the small lucky bag, pondering whether he should buy some of these lucky bags for himself too.。