The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Shen Yanxiao was very calm and left with the elves, thinking about whether the Lans master could transform the purple prince into the results, as for others... who cares about it.

The elf took Shen Yanxiao through the lobby of the former trading house, from a promenade to the delicate wooden door at the rear.

When I came to the door, the elf gently knocked on the doorway: "Master Lans, the guest has arrived."

There was a very gentle voice in the room.

"Please come in."

Subsequently, the door slowly opened, and the elf stood at the door and made a request for Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao picked up her eyebrows and went in. After she entered, she discovered that the wooden door was not opened by someone but operated by herself.

In the room, all kinds of wood were carefully placed on the table against the wall. Various bows and arrows were hung on the wall. Compared with the bows in this room, the bows and arrows sold in the past trading houses, Obviously not enough grades.

"Is this bow yours?" Just as Shen Yanxiao observed the bow and arrow in the room, the sound of a questioning sounded loudly.

Shen Yanxiao turned back and looked at the voice.

It was a very beautiful elf, a silver long hair shawl, a white face with exquisite facial features, impeccable beauty, impeccable appearance, blurred gender distinction, the green eyes with a little smile, hope She is standing in front of her.

This is the most beautiful elf that Yan Yanxiao has ever seen, but when Shen Yanxiao’s eyes fell on the wheelchair under the elf, it was a bit strange.

Such a beautiful elf, like a doll, sits in a wooden wheelchair with a thin blanket over his legs.

"You are the Master of Lans?" Shen Yan Xiao is different from the beauty of Lans. If you have the most beautiful face that Shen Yanxiao has ever seen, then Lans is the most beautiful elf she has ever seen.

Unlike the coldness of the repair, the beauty of Lance is easy to overlook his gender. Xu is the natural slenderness of the elves, which adds a neutral beauty to Lance.

If the repair is a dazzling sun, then Lance is the warm moon in the midnight sky.

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

"You are the owner of this bow?" Lance's cover on the blanket on the leg, is placed with the purple prince.

"Yes." Shen Yanxiao nodded, and the first impression of Lance was not bad.

Lance smiled and said: "Can you tell me where the bow came from?"

"What's wrong?" Shen Yanxiao asked.

Lance said: "Please don't misunderstand, I don't mean anything else, but this bow is actually created by my old friend. It's just after many years, I didn't expect to see it again, so I was curious. I don't want to inquire about your identity, just miss the old friend." Lance politely explained his doubts.

Is the Purple Jue created by Lans and others?

Shen Yanxiao gave a slight glimpse. This bow was bought from the master of the Black City. Could it be said that the Purple Jue was created by Lance and the Master?

but……

Master Duan is human!

Shen Yan Xiao blinked his eyes and wiped out the doubts in his eyes. It looked like an innocent saying: "This bow was sent by an old gentleman. I don't know where he went. If Master Lans wants to find him. If you can, I may not be able to help." She is not lying, she does not know where the master went.