Yellow Spring Expres

It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.,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.。