Yang Fan was already quick, and with Li Wenlin's help, the two quickly finished weaving the bamboo stool and fence.,Wu Zhenghao looked carefully at the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms. The more he looked, the more he felt it was like... a real tiger.,Yang Fan stared intently as he put the talisman paper into the small lucky bag, pondering whether he should buy some of these lucky bags for himself too.。