The young lady reborn at the end of the world is frivolous

Chapter 17 Weapons
"Is it because Miss needs weapons?" Zhang Xian's thoughts were interrupted by a spring-like voice.

Slightly raising his eyes, a man aged 24 or [-] was opening the curtain of the inner room, looking at her with a smile on his face.

While speaking, he walked over slowly, and the boy just now was following the man respectfully.

The man who came slowly had black and bushy eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to be decorated with stars in the sky, so bright.

The slight hump on the straight nose adds to the masculine charm, the lips are clear, and there is a small smile at the corner of the mouth when he smiles.

Wearing a black suit, he exudes a gentle and noble temperament.

Even Zhang Xian was dazzled by his outstanding appearance. When she regained her senses, the man was already standing in front of her, as close as she could get.

There is a smile like a spring breeze on the corner of the mouth, which makes people want to get close unconsciously.

With a somewhat unnatural look back, he realized that he didn't reject his sudden approach?

I was slightly surprised in my heart, but I kept away from the man calmly.

Come to think of it, this is the owner of Shanhai Pavilion. I heard it in the end of the world. The owner of Shanhai Pavilion is a young man who looks harmless to humans and animals, and his smile is like a spring breeze.

Nodding his head slightly, he said: "I heard that this Shanhai Pavilion never makes people return empty-handed, it's troublesome."

He didn't say a word or be humble, but he was very calm, and Wen Xu couldn't help but look at it a little longer.

"Miss, come with me." The voice was clear and gentle like gentle jade.

Zhang Xian nodded slightly, then followed the man into the inner room.

Entering the inner room, I saw the man pressed the decoration on the wall, and a surprising scene happened.

A secret door slowly opened, and it was dark inside.

The man didn't know where to press it, and the dark room lit up instantly, and the facilities inside were brightly presented in front of his eyes.

Even though Zhang Xian had prepared herself, she couldn't help being surprised and gasped.

The room was full of cold weapons, arranged in an orderly manner, with a chill, and even a very faint smell of blood rushing towards the face.

The apocalypse made her senses extremely sensitive, and after being washed by the spiritual spring, she found that her senses were more than a little clearer. Maybe others couldn't feel it, but for her, it was a piece of cake.

She glanced at the man calmly, and the man was also looking at her with interest.

Seeing that she met his gaze, he didn't feel anything, and made a gesture of invitation very naturally.

Zhang Xian pursed her lips, her eyes became serious, she walked up to the dazzling array of walls, and concentrated on choosing, and she didn't feel dazzled by the cold weapons all over the room.

"This, this, and these," she pointed to several weapons on display.

He raised his eyes, looked at the man with fixed eyes, and said seriously, "Wrap them up for me."

The boy who came in from behind was full of surprise, and his words were not clear: "This, all of these?"

The tone was full of disbelief, and he looked at his boss hesitantly.

Wen Xu took a few glances at the Tang knives she had chosen, smiled slightly, and said directly to the boy, "Wrap it up."

The little guy came down and looked at Zhang Xian with an inexplicable expression before he quickly took off the weapon.

Zhang Xian is like a black bamboo, standing upright, her eyes are clear and light, aware of the boy's eyes, her face is as expressionless as ever.

"Miss, do you still like it?" Wen Xu asked with a smile, those eyes really gathered the stars in the dark night, shining brightly.

Hearing this, Zhang Xian's lips curled into an arc, like a gorgeous flower blooming in full bloom: "If I take you away, what will you do?" Her bright eyes sparkled.

"Miss, if you need it, of course you can." Wen Xu took the words.

A crisp chuckle sounded, and Zhang Xian waved his hands without any intention, and the two left the dark room.

When he came to the cabinet, Zhang Xian quickly took out a black card and handed it to the man: "Check first to see if it's enough, if not, I'll add more."

Wen Xu reached out to take it, holding a black card in her white and slender hand, with distinct joints, not too much more, not too much less, it looks tight.

He lowered his head to operate, paused his fingers, and looked up at Zhang Xian. The look in his eyes seemed to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, which was very dazzling.

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Zhang Xian noticed it, turned around slightly, and the same bright eyes met her, what's the problem?
The man chuckled: "I'll give you a discount."

Zhang Xian raised her eyebrows, but said nothing, sitting on the sofa, looking down at the book in her hand intently.

The black card was given to her by Zhang Liang, who said there was no limit on the amount.

She spends all her daily expenses on Xia Weiyang. In order to please her boyfriend, she has always spent money extravagantly, and she doesn't feel bad at all.

As the saying goes: A man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle.

The money flowed out like water, but the person who cleaned him up looked like a dog.

As for what kind of unlimited card is in the end, she has not studied it, anyway, she has never been short of money.

This shows how pampered Zhang's parents are to her.

(End of this chapter)