Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Wang Yuyan quickly reminded her.

As a master of martial arts theory of a generation, Wang Yuyan explained Murong Fu's three empty doors at this time with one word.

I don't know how Wang Yuyan would feel if she knew that Li Yanzong, a master of Xixia Yipintang in front of her, was her cousin Murong Fu.

Yilin and the others were reminded by Wang Yuyan, and they immediately felt it.

They followed Wang Yuyan's prompt and immediately attacked Murong Fu's three empty doors.

But as the saying goes, there are no worthless people under a great reputation.

Everyone in the Jianghu knows that North Qiaofeng South Murong.

Although Murong Fu's martial arts were boasted a bit too much.

But it's not something Yilin, Wanyanping and Xiaowu can hurt.

Murong Fu's gaze fixed, and he immediately changed his tactics.

"Be careful, this is the compassion knife of the Buddhist sect. If you hurt someone with the back of the knife, although it can't kill you, you will definitely lose your strength if you get hit." Wang Yuyan reminded hastily.

Yilin's face changed, and she quickly withdrew her sword to block it.

But at this moment, the Xixia sword in Murong Fu's hand changed again.

Yilin was caught off guard, and the sword in her hand was almost knocked off by Murong Fu's blade.

"Ah!" Yilin cried out in pain.

Her slender jade hands suddenly became red and swollen, and the sword she was holding was trembling constantly due to the pain.

"Sister Yilin!"

"Miss Yilin!"

Xiao Wu and Wan Yanping immediately retreated nervously to Yilin's side.

Even though Murong Fu's face was covered by a black cloth, his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Lin Pingzhi's face became extremely ugly.

"Junior Sister." Lin Pingzhi shouted.

Xiaowu and Wanyanping immediately supported Yilin to Lin Pingzhi's side.

Lin Pingzhi handed Wang Yuyan over to Wan Yanping for support, and he gently took Yilin's hand.

Seeing the redness and swelling on it, Lin Pingzhi felt a little distressed.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon." Lin Pingzhi said to Yilin softly.

"Yeah." Yilin reluctantly said.

Lin Pingzhi carried the Divine Light Sutra on the palm of his hand, and then gently placed his palm on the back of Yilin's hand.

Yilin could only feel a gust of warm air constantly surging on the back of her hand, and the pain disappeared.

And also feel quite comfortable.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi feeling sorry for Yilin, Wang Yuyan felt a little disappointed.

She didn't even know that she was jealous because Lin Pingzhi treated Yilin so tenderly.

Or because Murong Fu never treats himself like Lin Pingzhi treats Yilin.

Wang Yuyan was very complicated.

She told herself that Master Mingyue was already accompanied by a beautiful woman, so she shouldn't think about what she had or what she didn't have.

What's more, my heart should be placed on my cousin.

But she also thought that when she was in Hangzhou, Lin Pingzhi's female companion was Mu Qing, and now she has changed again.

Wang Yuyan couldn't help thinking, Mr. Mingyue has so many beauties to accompany him, so I shouldn't be too many, right?

But soon Wang Yuyan scolded herself secretly.

Wang Yuyan, Wang Yuyan, what are you thinking?

Although Young Master Mingyue saved you twice, but after all, he has so many beauties as companions, and he does not lack you.

And you are the only cousin, so you must not let him down.

The tangled Wang Yuyan looked at Lin Pingzhi with a complicated look in her eyes.

Duan Yu saw that his third younger brother Su Mingyue was so close to Yilin, and he was also very envious in his heart.

It would be great if Miss Wang could let me get so close to her.

Thinking of this, Duan Yu couldn't help looking at Wang Yuyan.

But he saw Wang Yuyan looking at Lin Pingzhi with a complicated expression.

The matter between Duan Yu and Mu Wanqing can be regarded as having experienced love and hate in love.

He could tell at a glance that Wang Yuyan's complex look towards Lin Pingzhi contained some affection.

Even though it's only a little bit, it's something Duan Yu can't hope for.