#1882 Wooden Bow (1)

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Just as Shen Yanxiao's claws approached the longbow, a burning sensation immediately spread to her fingertips.

Shen Yanxiao immediately withdrew her hand, squinting her eyes to see the blackened burn on her fingertips.

"……"What's happening here? !

Shen Yanxiao was speechless.

She seemed unable to use the elf-made bow and arrow, as long as she touched it, she would immediately be injured by the pure breath of life from the archer.

The elves represent life, and the undead represent death. These two kinds of coexistence and restraint cannot coexist.

Shen Yanxiao feels like crying now...

Just now she was thankful that she had a skill that could be used without magic and battle qi, but now she realized that the weapon needed for this skill was so arrogant that she would not let her touch it! !

You think you are a chaste and strong woman! !

You don’t recognize the owner if she changes her appearance. You are a dog and you still bite her!

The elf's bow and arrow, Shen Yanxiao, is useless, and she doesn't want to turn her pair of claws into coke.

In desperation, Shen Yanxiao could only go to the weapon shop in Zerano City, and pick a bow and arrow from the weapons of the undead.

When Shen Yanxiao came to the only weapon shop in Zerano City, there were many low-level undead standing in the whole shop. They were just enough to hug their backs, looking for suitable weapons for themselves in the gray shop. .

Shen Yanxiao rushed in without a sound.

She has been to a weapon shop twice in her life, the first time was to buy a bow, this time... it was to buy a bow again!

Different from the weapon shop in Heicheng, in the weapon shop of the undead there are only a few oil lamps to illuminate the huge shop, Shen Yanxiao needs to focus his eyes to clearly see the weapons placed on the black wood counter.

The first thing Shen Yanxiao saw was a skeleton arm wrapped in a bandage. The front end of the arm was clenched with white bones in the palm, and a dusty crystal stone was inlaid in it.

This is the... staff of the undead?

Shen Yanxiao looked again, almost every weapon in this shop was related to bones.

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

"Do you have any pure wooden bows and arrows here?" Shen Yanxiao searched around, but couldn't find any bows and arrows that he could handle, so he could only bite the bullet and walk to the counter of the shop and ask the clerk inside.

"This guest, tell me... what do you want?" The undead obviously didn't quite understand Shen Yanxiao's request, he stared at Shen Yanxiao with those empty eyes, opened his mouth slightly, like someone who had already A dying corpse.

"Pure wooden bow and arrow." Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath, warning herself to ignore that face that looked like a horror movie.

The clerk was dumbfounded after hearing Shen Yanxiao's request.

The two low-level undead who were shopping for weapons cast strange glances at Shen Yanxiao at the same time.

"Hey, did you hear, that idiot actually wants a wooden weapon." A lowly undead poked his immediate companion in a funny way, and looked at Shen Yanxiao with irony and ridicule in his eyes.

"Is she really an idiot? She actually wants a wooden weapon. Who would use that kind of thing? Is it for children to play?"

For the dead souls, wooden things cannot be used for a long time. Even the broken branches will quickly wither into fragile dead wood in the hands of the dead souls, and the dead souls of the dead souls will subconsciously swallow them all living things that come into contact with it.