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"Be careful, don't break my beloved kitchen knife!"

Liu Yiyi had her hands on her hips as she commanded the Sword Crafting City servants. Next to her stood a white-haired middle-aged man who seemed to be her father.

"Ai, be gentle, be gentle. I spent a lot of money to make this pot for Eastsea craftsman. You won't be able to afford it if I ruin it."

Looking at the clumsy servants, Liu Yiyi was extremely angry.

"Yiyi, don't be so harsh on them, they're not so easy to hurt!" The white haired middle-aged man said warmly to Liu Yiyi.

"Zang Feng, do you think we shouldn't have come here? The Sword Crafting City is so far away, and it caused us to stumble along the way. It seems that our attitude isn't good at all." "There's actually no one here to welcome us." Liu Yiyi's tone was a bit tasteless, thinking that she was famous throughout the world as a female deity. Which power wouldn't be polite when inviting her to cook? The Sword Crafting City was great. It was one thing for the Sword Saint to not come to welcome him, but the young master of the Sword Crafting City should come to welcome him. If it wasn't for the four Sword Envoys, there should be one.

Actually, Liu Yiyi still didn't recognize her identity. No matter how delicious the dishes were, she was still a chef. In the past, the small powers that had invited her could not even compare to the Food God's Residence. She had taken this for granted.

"Don't bother, isn't the Sword Crafting City preparing for the wedding? The Sword Crafter and their young master are definitely very busy. It's normal for them to not have the time to receive us." Zang Feng revealed a silly expression.

Before they could say anything, a soldier from the Sword Crafting City shouted, "The Young Lord is here!"

"That's more like it." Liu Yiyi nodded in satisfaction. She had a sense of superiority.

Jianxiong walked over while holding Li Dao's arm. The expressions on Liu Yiyi and Yan Zhaofeng's faces were quite marvelous.

"You're the Sword Crafting City's Young Lord?"

Liu Yiyi's expression was stiff, her eyes were a little disappointed and unnatural.

"No …" Li Dao shook his head, his voice was very calm.

"That's good, that's good. So it wasn't you who wanted to get married!" Liu Yiyi's tone was a lot more relaxed, and her eyes seemed a little more natural.

"This is your sister?" Liu Yiyi asked tentatively.

This time, before Li Dao could reply, Jian Xiong spoke first. "Gluttonous goddess, I have heard a lot about you. I am the young master of the Sword Crafting City." I'm his fiancée, but soon I'll be his real wife. "

Jian Xiong raised her eyebrows and said to Liu Yiyi.

"So that's how it is. No wonder you always have that kind of attitude towards me. You've already had a fiancée since long ago." Liu Yiyi laughed involuntarily and shook her head, tears flickering in her eyes.

Li Dao was startled and said, "Miss Yi Yi, I've already emphasized to you that we have no relationship. Please don't use such a tone to speak, lest Yu'er misunderstands."

Li Dao's tone was extremely flat. He would not displease Jian Xiong for the sake of caring for Liu Yiyi's feelings. Even if she was fraternizing, she would at least not do something that would hurt Jian Xiong's spirit.

"I know, I wish you a hundred years of good harmony." Liu Yiyi nodded and forced a smile.

Yan Zhaofeng, who was standing at the side, clenched his fists tightly. He was forcefully holding back his anger as his body was trembling.

"Thank you!"

Jian Xiong said to Liu Yi Yi with a complacent smile. Any woman would be happy to see her man stand firm.

Li Dao stood at the side with a calm expression on his face.

"Li Dao, are you still a man? Don't you understand Miss Yi Yi's feelings for you? Why did you hurt her like this? What did she do wrong? " Yan Zhaofeng finally could not hold it in any longer and burst out in an instant, shouting at Li Dao.

Li Dao was a little surprised. He had thought that Liu Yi Yi and Yan Zhaofeng had gotten together. It seemed that this was not the case. However, it was none of his business.

Yan Zhaofeng asked Li Dao aggressively. Before Li Dao could react, Jianxiong lost his temper and said coldly, "Who are you, Liu Yiyi's father? This is the Sword Crafting City. No matter who you are, you don't have the right to speak to Li Dao like that in front of me. "

"Young lady, we are only discussing the matter. Li Dao, he …"

"Zang Feng, don't say anymore. I beg you, don't say anymore!" Liu Yi Yi pulled at the corner of Yan Zhaofeng's clothes and pleaded in a low voice.

"Miss Yiyi, let's go. We definitely can't cook for them!" Yan Zhaofeng turned around in anger, grabbed Liu Yiyi's hand and was about to leave.

"Someone, stop them!" Jian Xiong coldly snorted. She did not get angry, but she had the might of her own power.

"What kind of place do you think the Sword Crafting City is? You came and went as you please?"

Jian Xiong walked up to her with a stern face. Right now, she was the real Sword Crafting City's Young Master. It was only in front of Li Dao and Sword Saint that Jian Xiong would have her daughter act.