When the white tiger grows up, it will roar and eat her!,"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.。