Shen Yanxiao followed the elf very calmly and left, thinking wholeheartedly about whether Master Lance could transform Zijue. As for the rest...who cares about it.
The elf led Shen Yanxiao through the lobby of the former trading house, from a long corridor to the exquisite wooden door at the back.
Arriving at the door, the elf knocked gently on the door and said: "Master Lance, the guests have arrived."
A very gentle voice suddenly came from the room.
"Please come in."
Then, the door slowly opened, and the elf stood at the door and made an invitation gesture to Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows and walked in. After entering, she discovered that the wooden door was not opened from the inside, but moved on its own.
In the room, various types of wood are carefully placed on the table against the wall, and various bows and arrows are hung on the wall. Compared with the bows and arrows in this room, the bows and arrows sold in the trading houses in the past, It's obviously not up to par.
"Is this bow yours?" Just as Shen Yanxiao was observing the bows and arrows in the room, a voice with a hint of doubt suddenly sounded out.
Shen Yanxiao turned around and looked at the person who made the sound.
It was an extremely beautiful elf, with long silver hair shawl, a fair face, and exquisite facial features that were impeccably beautiful. Her flawless appearance blurred the gender distinction, and her emerald green eyes were filled with a little smile. Looking at her standing in front.
This is the most beautiful elf that Shen Yanxiao has ever seen, but when Shen Yanxiao's eyes fell on the wheelchair under the elf, a hint of surprise appeared.
Such a beautiful elf was sitting on a wooden wheelchair like a doll, with a thin blanket covering his legs.
"Are you Master Lance?" Shen Yanxiao was surprised by Lance's beauty. If Xiu had the most beautiful face that Shen Yanxiao had ever seen, then Lance was the most beautiful elf she had ever seen.
Unlike Xiu's coldness, Lance's beauty makes it easy for people to ignore his gender. Perhaps it is the elf's natural slenderness that adds a neutral beauty to Lance's body.
If Xiu is the dazzling sun, then Lance is the gentle moon in the midnight sky.
"Yes." Lance looked at Shen Yanxiao with a smile, his smile was as friendly as a spring breeze.
"You are the owner of this bow, right?" On the blanket covering Lance's legs, there was Zijue.
"That's right." Shen Yanxiao nodded, his first impression of Lance was not bad.
Lance smiled and said, "Can you tell me where you got this bow?"
"What's wrong?" Shen Yanxiao asked.
Lance said: "Please don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. It's just that this bow was actually made by an old friend of mine. It's just that after so many years, I didn't expect to see it again, so I'm a little curious." , I don’t want to find out your identity, I just miss that old friend." Lance explained his question very politely.
Was Zijue created by Lance and others?
Shen Yanxiao was slightly startled. She bought this bow from Master Duan in Black City. Could it be that Zijue was built by Lance and Master Duan together?
But……
Master Duan is a human being!
Shen Yanxiao squinted his eyes, wiped away the doubts in his eyes, and said innocently: "This bow was given by an old gentleman. I don't know where he went. If Master Lance wants to find him, If so, I may not be able to help you much." She wasn't lying, she just didn't know where Master Duan had gone.