Yellow Spring Expres

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.,The little white tiger stared blankly at Yang Fan, thinking to himself, "This human is actually quite good.",Although surprised by Yang Fan's careless brushwork, as her pen fell, Grandma Wu felt a shift in the other person's aura. The runes she painted faintly shimmered with gold.。