Yang Fan let out a mocking laugh, wickedly swinging it in the air. “Go on, go on.”,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.,Yang Fan carefully stacked the talisman papers into triangular shapes, while Wu Zhenghao took out lucky bags from his bag and put seven talisman papers into seven separate lucky bags.。