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For some reason, Li Dao lowered his arm. Li Moli was her senior in the end!

Putting his sword back into its scabbard, Li Dao got up and returned to the table. He sat down again and said to Li Moli, ”You guys can leave now, before I regret anything.”

Li Dao's voice was still as cold as before, but to Hong Lingbo's ears, it was like the sound of nature.

Is he...?

It was unknown what he was thinking, but Hong Lingbo's face turned slightly red. He thanked Li Dao, and his voice was so weak that it could not be heard.

Li Dao ignored her and called out, ”Shop owner, bring me another two jugs of wine!”

The shop owner did not dare to hesitate as he brought out two wine jugs in a flurry, looking flustered.

”Master, get up.” Hong Lingbo reached out and pulled Li Mo Chou up from the ground, but his eyes slanted to Li Dao, and only saw the side of Li Dao's face. ”Yes, he looks pretty good-looking,” Hong Lingbo could not help but think.

Li Moli got up and looked at Li Dao seriously. Without saying anything, he started walking towards the door.

Lu Wushuang's expression turned into one of excitement. She had originally thought that this Sword Demon would take out Li Moli with a single slash. If that happened, she would definitely take revenge. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this? She only felt that Li Dao was unworthy of his reputation as a Sword Demon and did not have a shred of his reputation as a Sword Demon.

However, Lu Wushuang could not allow Li Dao to kill Li Moli either. Feeling vexed, she lowered her head and obediently followed Li Moli out of the tavern. When she left, she did not forget to look back at Li Blade.

When the trio of Master and disciple walked out of the tavern, the crowd of martial artists around them felt bored. They had thought that there would be a good fight, but who knew that this would be the result?

However, these people did not dare to say anything, and walked out of the inn. As for why the Sword Demons did not kill Li Moli in the end, perhaps they shared a similar taste. This was what these people of the martial arts world were thinking.

Soon, the inn was empty, and the small bamboo house became empty again.

Sun Zhenzi did not dare to say anything. He quietly tidied up his clothes, afraid that Li Dao would be angered.

Li Dao drank one mouthful after another, feeling even more vexed. That resentful face continued to linger in his mind.

After a long time, the sun finally stopped beating. Li Dao stood up and left the tavern.

Under the trembling gaze of the hotel owner, Sun Zhenzi slapped down a large amount of silver and followed Li Dao out.