Yin Yin does not regret

"The wind here seems to be gentle!" Yang Buhui looked sideways at Yin Liting, the wind in the south of the Yangtze River was as soft as a mother's hand.

"If you like, we can come here every year in the future." Yin Liting likes to look at it without regretting and smiling, it will make his heart very peaceful. He thinks, this is probably the meaning of love. He has already wasted 40 years of his life. Years, in the future, he wants to take good care of it.

"It's a beautiful place, one visit is enough." Yang Buhui's voice was scattered in the gentle wind, so that the beautiful fantasy will always be maintained.

Yin Liting smiled and rubbed her unrepentant hair, flying horseshoes, shed countless beauties along the way. Jiangnan is a good place, with different flowers blooming all year round, which is a beauty that neither Wudang nor Guangmingding has ever had.

Standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree without regret, the weather in August is the season when sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. The sweet-scented osmanthus with white flowers and yellow pistils reflects the girl's clothes, not to mention how beautiful it is.

"Girl, you are so beautiful."

"Girl, I see that you have been wandering here alone for a long time. You are so lonely if you have no one to accompany you. Why don't you come with me."

"Girl, let's go with brother, and let him love you well." There were a lot of presumptuous and disrespectful words like this, but Buhui glanced at him, his eyes were cold, but they aroused people's interest even more.

"Is what you said true? You will give me whatever I want?" Yang Buhui rolled his eyes, and he didn't know what to think of, and looked at these obviously malicious people in front of him with a smile.

"Of course it's true. As long as the girl can say it, I'll give it to you." Seeing that she didn't regret it, those young masters with malicious intentions scrambled to be the first, fearing that if they were too late, the beauties would fall into their arms.

"Then I want his eyes, his ears, his nose, whoever you give me, I will go with him." Buhui looked at the person in front of him with a smile that was not a smile, and they were stunned for a moment, and then anger appeared on their faces Well, they are not stupid, if they still can't see that this girl is playing with them, they really deserve to die.

"Don't toast and don't eat fine wine." Although this girl is good-looking, she is too wild-tempered, so she should be trained well.

"My girl doesn't eat anything in her life, she only likes fine wine." Buhui was smiling the whole time, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Looks like he's a practicing family." Pulling out the sword at his waist, Qi Qi pointed at Bugui, not paying attention to her at all, a girl, or such a beautiful girl, must be pampered at home, who can tell Thinking that such a beautiful girl still has a beautiful kung fu.

Yang Xiao's martial arts is also one of the best in the Jianghu. Although he loves his daughter, he never thought of raising her as a charming lady. In the Jianghu, if he raises his daughter into a charming girl who can only embroider and has no ability to protect herself, isn't that right? For her own good, but to harm her, although she is not required to be able to block the three armies, at least she can not be bullied outside.

Yang Buhui's kung fu is not high, but it is more than enough to deal with these guys in front of him. The sharp sword came out of the sheath, and quickly restrained the three of them. Thinking of the swordsmanship that he practiced with Yin Liting in Wudang Mountain, he Holding her hand, teaching each move, the falling flowers of Liting Xiaoxie fell on the shoulders of the two of them. Thinking of this, the corner of her mouth couldn't restrain a smile, but the smile directly shook the eyes of the girl in front of her. The eyes of several people.

Men are born with super self-esteem, the smile on the corner of Yang Buhui's mouth greatly stimulated the few people in front of him, being ridiculed by a girl was something they had never experienced in their lives.

"Very angry, aren't you? Sorry, I don't have any other hobbies in this life. I just love to watch people get angry. Come on, show me a show." Buhui straightened her messy hair, and the beautiful sweet-scented osmanthus fell to the ground. With a red hair and a flamboyant face, she looks good.

"As a man, being treated like this by a girl, if I were you, I would have been bumped to death." The man's hearty laughter floated in the sky and the earth.

"Get out soon?" Looking for the voice, it was a swordsman in green with a smile on his face as warm as jade.

"Who are you?" Perhaps it has something to do with her childhood experience. She never regrets and never trusts others easily. This person in front of her, she doesn't know, and she doesn't want to know.

"Is this how you treat your benefactor?" The man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Benefactor?" Buhui strongly disagreed with this statement.

"Isn't it?" The man looked at the girl in front of him with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Could it be?" The tone of regret is not a question, but a kind of determination, even if she can't figure it out today, there is still sixth uncle, and when this person appears, she will take care of it, okay?

"You girl..." Such a vigilant woman is rare in the world.

"I didn't ask you to save me." A cool voice came out of Bugui's mouth. She didn't care what the purpose of this person was, but she didn't want to have any interaction with him.

"Girl, why do you refuse people for thousands of miles? The more you are like this, the more I like you, what should I do?" A joke became a prophecy.

"You are harassing, do you know? Do you believe that I will kill you with a sword?" Yang Buhui looked displeased, she didn't like getting too close to strangers, and she didn't like making such jokes with others.

"It's just a joke, why bother, I'm in the world, dare to ask the girl's name?" The man no longer made a face of joking, but bowed seriously. He has seen all kinds of women in this world, only the one in front of him is unfamiliar to him. of.