Just now, the little white tiger who had been hiding at home all along finally came out for a stroll. Seeing the chicks and ducklings released in the yard, it was somewhat excited and wanted to jump in and play with them.,It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.,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.。