"Master..." Wu Zhenghao walked over and saw the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms, he paused for a moment, "Master, you still have a kitten This cat is so pretty.",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.,Of the seven talismans, Grandma Wu left two: one for herself and one for Wu Chenxi.。