The backyard behind the house was divided into three areas by a fence. One area was piled with weeds cleared from the mountain, one area was for the chicks to run around in, and a small area was for the ducklings.,Hearing the sound of a stranger, the white tiger's first reaction was to run, but it was still held in Yang Fan's hand. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape.,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.。