Yellow Spring Expres

As if aware, she lowered her head to glance at it, a faint smile playing on her lips, gently stroking its little head.,Seeing her operate with one hand, Wu Zhenghao helpfully spread out the yellow paper on the table for her.,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.。