The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 1882 – Wooden Bow (1)

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As a result...

Shen Yanxiao's hand had just approached the longbow when a burning sensation immediately reached her fingertips.

Shen Yanxiao immediately retracted her hand and narrowed her eyes at her burned fingertips.

"..." What's going on?!

Shen Yanxiao was speechless.

She seemed unable to use the bow made by the elves. As soon as she touched it, she would immediately be hurt by the pure energy of life on the bow.

Elves represent life, while the undead represent death. It was impossible for these two kinds of existence to exist side by side.

Shen Yanxiao really wanted to cry now.

She was just grateful for still having a skill that she could use without magic or dou qi, but now she found that the weapon needed for this skill was a tsundere that didn't want to be touched by her!

You think you're a girl that needs to preserve her chast.i.ty to death ah?!!

Is it because your owner has changed her appearance, so you do not recognize her anymore? You even dare to behave like a dog and unexpectedly bite me ah!

Unfortunately, Shen Yanxiao could also not use the elven bows. She didn't want to turn her pair of hands into coal.

Helpless, Shen Yanxiao could only go to the weapons shop in Zelano City and select a bow from the weapons of the undead.

When Shen Yanxiao arrived at the only weapons shop in the entire Zelano City, there were many low undead inside the shop. They had their hands on their backs as they strolled around looking for their own weapons in the dusky place.

Shen Yanxiao came in silently.

She had been in a weapons shop to personally buy a bow twice in her life.

Unlike the weapons shops in Black City, only a few oil lamps illuminated this huge weapons shop. Shen Yanxiao needed to concentrate to clearly see the weapons placed on the black wooden cabinets.

Shen Yanxiao first saw a skeletal arm wrapped in bandages. At the top part of it was the white bone of a hand twisted as if to grip the gray crystal that was inlaid in it.

This was the undead's... magical staff?

Shen Yanxiao looked around again. Almost every weapon in this shop was made of bones.

Shen Yanxiao didn't even want to touch these things.

"Do you have a bow made of pure wood?" After rounding the whole shop, Shen Yanxiao did not find a bow that she could settle down with, and had to go to the counter of the shop to ask the shop a.s.sistant inside.

"This guest, what did you say... you want?" The undead obviously didn't quite understand Shen Yanxiao's request. He stared at Shen Yanxiao with empty eyes and opened his mouth slightly. He looked like a corpse that had just breathed his last.

"A pure wooden bow." Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath and warned herself to ignore the face that was cut out from a horror film.

The shop a.s.sistant was dumbfounded when he heard Shen Yanxiao's request.

The other low undead in the shop, while choosing a weapon to buy, were also casting strange glances at Shen Yanxiao at the same time.

"Hey, did you just hear that idiot asking for a wooden weapon?" A low undead poked his direct companion laughingly and looked at Shen Yanxiao's direction, full of mockery and ridicule.

"Is she really such an idiot? She is actually asking for a wooden weapon, who will use that kind of thing? Does this kid want to play house or something?"

For the undead, wooden things could not be used for a long time. Even the branches of trees that had been broken would soon wither into fragile dead wood in the hands of the undead. The death energy of the undead would subconsciously devour all the life that came into contact with them.