Yang Fan let out a mocking laugh, wickedly swinging it in the air. “Go on, go on.”,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.。