Yellow Spring Expres

Yang Fan walked into the house with the white tiger cub in her arms. The cub snuggled in her embrace, its little head tilted up drowsily, its gaze fixed on her smooth jawline.,She thought that the master's paintings required bathing, changing clothes, setting up an altar and chanting incantations. Unexpectedly, the other party just took out yellow paper and started painting.,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.。