At this moment, she was indeed wearing barely more than Shen Zhou, just draped in a silk bathrobe provided by the hotel, with a sash tied around her waist.
The already scorching hot superwoman now had her figure displayed to full effect.
Any normal man who saw this would probably feel somewhat unable to restrain himself.
Zhang Xiaolan, looking at Shen Zhou's indifferent expression, felt somewhat irritated.
She put her hands on her hips, and simply took two more steps forward; she even kicked back one of her feet, closing the door.
She coldly said, "Do you still remember what I told you before? Even if you give me more magic weapons, it's useless. I can return them to you, but you must give me an Ancient Bodhi Flower."
Shen Zhou, with an expressionless face, said, "You shouldn't be so domineering. The three magic weapons I've given you already completely surpass any Bodhi Flower, and any one of them has a value that exceeds the Ancient Bodhi Flower."
