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After Li Dao's reminder, the Sword Saint finally decided to borrow the Nine Dragons' Stone to refine the ninth stage of the Dragon Subduing Slash.

The Dragon Riding Slash had a total of eighteen layers. As for the Sword Lord, he was only at the eighth layer, while Jian Xiong was even worse. She was only at the fifth layer. She had no idea what was going on.

The Sword Saint needed seven days to reach the Grandmaster Realm. Li Dao decided to wait for him for seven days. Once Sword Saint breaks through to the Grandmaster Realm, he would hold the Cold Moon Sword to his side to suppress the formation. Then, he would be absolutely safe.

In the room, Li Dao sat cross-legged on a bed made of clouds. A piece of black iron ore floated in front of him. The iron ore was refined into gas and then absorbed into his meridians.

This was also Li Dao's whimsical thought. He wanted to borrow metal to nurture the sword qi to become sharper and sharper. When the time came, his sword would be invincible. Just thinking about it made him feel powerful.

The black iron mine started to shrink bit by bit, and the meridians in Li Dao's body started to bulge. Even if the Golden Buddha Indestructible Body allowed his meridians to become abnormally tough, his meridians were not made of steel, so he still could not use too much strength.

Knock, knock, knock. Knocking sounds came from the door. Li Dao stopped his luck and stood up.

As she pulled open the door, Jian Xiong was standing there dressed in purple. Her unbound chest was quite large, her lips were dark red like blood, and the corners of her eyes were smeared with eyeliner. She was truly a beauty capable of toppling empires.

In the past, when Jian Xiong dressed up as a man, although she was also very handsome, but changing back into a woman's outfit made him very uncomfortable.

Before opening the door, Li Yao knew that the person outside was Jian Xiong. After opening the door, Li Dao was stunned for two seconds.

Jian Xiong ignored herself as she crossed the threshold and walked into the house. A fragrant wind blew into her nose and Li Dao's nose twitched. She felt a little itchy.

"What, aren't you a little surprised?" Jian Xiong asked as she walked in the door.

"It's not that I'm surprised, it's just that I'm astounded. I didn't expect that you would look so good after changing into female attire." Li Dao replied with a light smile.

"How is it compared to your wife?" Jian Xiong asked subconsciously, her face was filled with anticipation and nervousness.

"Not one bit worse than them." Li Dao said with a smile. SwordXiong was indeed very beautiful, and his straightforward personality was more likely to give people a favorable impression.

"They?" Jian Xiong's voice even changed as she looked at Li Dao with a strange look.

Li Dao touched the tip of his nose, not knowing what to say. He felt a little awkward. To say his wife in front of a woman who liked him was indeed an unwise action.

The atmosphere turned strange as the two sat in silence. Li Dao wanted to find a topic to break the gloomy atmosphere, but he didn't know how to begin.

It was Jian Xiong who spoke first. Her voice was very soft. "Can you tell me about your wife?"

Li Dao's expression turned ugly. Thinking of Little Dragon Lady and Xing'er, he felt guilty.

"Is it inconvenient to tell me?" Jian Xiong probed.

"No, nothing inconvenient. One of them was called Long'er, the other was called Xing'er, and they were all far away. Long is beautiful, I love her, but I lost her, and I don't know when I'll find her again. "Xing'er was originally my maid, but because of me, she ended up dying in a sea of fire. I was the one who let her down." Li Dao's tone was heavy, his expression gloomy, and his face filled with memories.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that was the case." After Li Dao finished her sentence, Jian Xiong apologized in a low voice. She stood up from her chair and took Li Dao into her arms.

The two soft lumps of flesh were pressing down on his head, causing Li Dao to be a little dazed. What the hell was this? I'm a thirty-seven-year-old uncle after all. Is she trying to comfort me when I'm in the arms of a twenty-something year old girl?

However, Li Dao did not see the happiness in Jian Xiong's eyes and she exerted even more force in her grip.

"Jian Xiong, let me go first. I'm not as weak as you think." Li Dao gently pushed Jian Xiong away, and her expression was somewhat wonderful.

"Don't call me Jian Xiong. This name doesn't sound good at all. Call me Mao'er." When my mother was a child, she named me Suo'er. "From the snow, I like the name 'Liu Xu' more than 'Liu Xu'."

Jian Xiong's face turned red. She was just a otaku who had never been in a relationship before. Some of the things about men and women were seen in a drawing book, or heard from a servant girl.

"The name 'Jian Xiong' really doesn't suit you. It's better to call him 'Jian Suo'. Your mother knows how to use her name." In order to ease the awkwardness between the two, Li Dao followed up.

"En!" Jixiong gave a low grunt, but the redness on his face had yet to recede.

Li Dao licked his lips and felt thirsty. He took two sips of the tea and tried his best to look away from Jian Xiong, no, Jian Xu.