Shen Yanxiao is very calm and follows the spirit to leave, thinking about whether master lance can transform zijue into something else Who cares?

The spirit led Shen Yanxiao through the lobby of the former trading house, from a long corridor to the exquisite wooden door at the back.

Come to the door, the spirit gently knocked on the door: "master lance, the guest has arrived."

There was a very gentle voice in the room.

"Come in, please."

Then, the door opened slowly, and the spirit stood at the door and made a gesture of asking Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao picked his eyebrows and went in. After entering, she found that the wooden door was not opened from the inside, but operated by herself.

In the room, all kinds of wood are carefully placed on the table against the wall. There are all kinds of bows and arrows hanging on the wall. Compared with the bows and arrows in this room, the bows and arrows sold in the trading industry in the past are obviously not up to the standard.

"Is this bow yours?" When Shen Yanxiao was observing the bows and arrows in the room, a voice with a trace of doubt rang out.

Shen Yanxiao looks back at the speaker.

It was a very beautiful fairy, a long silver hair shawl, delicate facial features on the white face, beautiful and impeccable, perfect and flawless appearance blurred the gender distinction, those emerald green eyes with a little smile, looking at her standing in front.

This is the most beautiful fairy Shen Yanxiao has ever seen, but when Shen Yanxiao's eyes fall on the wheelchair under the fairy, they show a trace of surprise.

Such a beautiful fairy, but like a doll sitting in a wooden wheelchair, a thin blanket on his legs.

"You are master lance?" Shen Yanxiao is surprised at the beauty of Lance. If Xiu has the most beautiful face Shen Yanxiao has ever seen, lance is the most beautiful fairy she has ever seen.

Different from Xiu's coldness, Lance's beauty is easy to overlook his gender. Maybe it's the natural delicacy of the elves that adds a neutral beauty to Lance's body.

If Hugh is the dazzling sun, then lance is the gentle moon in the sky at midnight.

"Yes." Lance smiled at Shen Yanxiao, smiling with the affinity of spring breeze.

"Are you the master of this bow?" Lance's blanket, which covers his legs, is decorated with zijue.

"That's right." Shen Yanxiao nodded, not bad at Lance's first glance.

Lance said with a smile, "can you tell me where this bow came from?"

"What's the matter?" Asked Shen Yanxiao.

Lance said: "please don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else, but this bow is actually made by me and an old friend. It's only years later that I didn't expect to see it again. So I'm curious. I don't want to inquire about your identity, I just miss that old friend." Lance explained his question politely.

Is zijue made by lance and others?

Shen Yanxiao is slightly stunned. She bought the bow from master Duan of black city. Is it said that the Viscount was made by Lansi and master Duan?

But

Master Duan is human!

Shen Yanxiao narrowed his eyes and erased the doubts from the bottom of his eyes. He said innocently, "this bow was sent by an old man. I don't know where he went. If master lance wants to find him, I may not be able to help him." She is not a liar. She doesn't know where Master Duan has gone.