Wooden Bow (1)
Editor: Henyee Translations
As a result…
Shen Yanxiao's hands that had just approached the longbow when a burning sensation immediately transmitted to her fingertips.
Shen Yanxiao immediately retracted her hand and narrowed her eyes at her burnt fingertips.
"…" What was going on?!
Shen Yanxiao was speechless.
She seemed to be unable to use the bow made by elves. As long as she touched it, she would immediately be injured by the pure energy of life on the bow.
Elves represented life, and undeads represented death. It was impossible for these two existences to coexist.
Shen Yanxiao felt like crying…
She was glad that she had a skill that she could use without magic or battle aura, but now she realized that the weapon needed for this skill was so arrogant that she was not allowed to touch it!!
Do you think you're a chaste woman?!
Do you not recognize your master after she changed her appearance? Are you a dog? How dare you bite her!