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Chapter Twenty-Five: A Good Match(1/2)

After separating from Falga, Lin Feng had a grimace on his face, rubbed his butt and cursed as he walked.

"Didn't I just arrange a few sentences for you?"

"As for attacking so harshly?"

He just said a few random words, and he was pushed to the ground by the angry Falga and was beaten.

This old bastard also specializes in picking out the soft flesh on his buttocks.

After being beaten, Lin Feng now walks with a limp.

But one thing is quite unexpected.

Lin Feng was already prepared for Falga to shirk, but he didn't expect that the old guy actually promised to find him a wife.

It's just that the person I'm looking for is a little evil.

Falga's original words just now were still lingering in his mind.

"I, the grand leader of the Knights of the West Wind, can I keep my word?"

"Have you already found a candidate for you?"

"It's that little girl from the Lawrence family!"

"It just so happens that you told her a story, got her drunk a dozen times, and even beat her twice, so you can be considered to have some feelings for her."

"As for how you, a fool-like inspector-general, can marry a knight of the west wind, it's a bit troublesome. I'll think of a solution after I resolve the Cripps matter."

After saying that, the old guy ran away shamelessly.

What is this thing called?

Lin Feng couldn't laugh or cry when he thought of Youla, who had been beaten twice by him.

She never expected that the person Falga was talking about would be her.

But think about it carefully.

There seemed to be no other choice besides her.

There are only a few young people in the West Wind Knights who are worthy of Lin Feng.

The relationship between Rosalia and him was more like that of brother and sister. Falga knew this very well, so he would not talk nonsense.

Qin's identity does not match, the eldest daughter of the Gunnhild family and the Bishop of the West Wind Church. Even if Falga agrees, Frederica and Simon cannot agree. Even if they all agree, it is impossible for the fools to agree.

Barbara agreed, and Lin Feng had no interest in a girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Not to mention Lisa, the secretive librarian, Falga's words were no different from floating clouds in her ears.

As for the others, they are either too young or even younger.

So after much deliberation, the only candidate left was Yura.

In addition, Yora is a descendant of the Lawrence family, so no matter how loyal she is to Mondstadt, she will never be able to enter the direct lineage of the Knights of the West Wind.

Use such an unpleasant descendant of sinners to win over yourself, an adopted orphan.

"Farga, you are really good at making calculations."

Lin Feng curled his lips.

With a little thought, he had already guessed everything about Falga's thoughts.

Moreover, this old guy had already calculated this against himself, and he actually wrote another bad check in return.

Wait until he's done with Cripps?

Haha, you don’t even know that it’s the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

And then you have to wait for him to think of a solution?

Bah, who knows when he will come up with a solution!

"Falga, Falga."

"Do you think of me as a three-year-old child? Or do you think of me as a fool who can't walk when he sees a woman?"

In a slightly ironic complaint, Lin Feng returned to Wangfeng Mountain again.

When he saw Yura tied up tightly by himself, he couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache.

"Tsk, if you knew that Falga forced you to be my wife just to win over me."

"How many grudges will you hold?"

As he spoke, Lin Feng knelt down, lifted up Youla's hanging hair, and carefully looked at the delicate face with her eyes closed and asleep.

The two of them had either quarreled or fought before when they met, and they had never observed her at such a close distance.

I have to say.

In the continent of Teyvat, people who are protected by elemental power not only live longer, but also have first-class exquisite appearance.

Putting aside the political factors that Falga imposed on her, Yora does have a kind of alluring beauty.

This appreciation stopped abruptly when I saw a shallow patch.

Lin Feng was silent.

Although he was not in Mondstadt, he probably knew a little about what happened to Yora in Mondstadt.

Stores don't sell her stuff, restaurants don't sell her food.

Her teammates who fought alongside her isolated her, feared her, and hated her.

Her family members who were supposed to support her also disliked her, condemned her and insulted her.

However, this strong girl is still making various efforts to integrate into Mondstadt and get rid of unnecessary hatred.

Lin Feng suddenly laughed.

"It seems that we are all miserable people."

"I don't have a home, so you probably don't have a home, but it's quite a match."

"Looking at it this way, it seems good for us two to be together."

...

"Hey, Lawrence girl, wake up."

"Hey! Wake up--"

In a daze, Youla seemed to hear someone calling her.

It's still a very familiar and very annoying voice.

"Hello--"

Suddenly, Youla seemed to realize something and sat upright.

"Laurence girl, why are you tied up here?"

What caught his eye was Lin Feng sitting on the stone with his legs crossed.

Yula was startled and woke up completely.

She looked down at the cut rope at her feet, frowned and said, "Did you save me?"

Lin Feng pretended to look around and said with a playful smile: "Is there anyone else here besides me?"

"..."

Youla didn't make a sound. She turned around and looked at her teammates who were still tied up tightly, and her eyelids twitched.

Not only the members of the guerrilla squad, but also the cavalry squad are almost all tied up here.

The masked man who attacked them was indeed incredibly powerful.

"Hey, can't you say thank you?"

Lin Feng yelled in dissatisfaction.

Only then did Youla come back to her senses, and then said awkwardly: "Thank you, thank you."

"Tsk, perfunctory."

Lin Feng muttered and jumped down from the stone.

He walked slowly to Youla, leaned over with his hands on his hips and said, "Hey, little girl, you haven't said anything yet, why are you tied up here?"

"He was attacked."

Feeling the warm breath on her cheeks, Youla quickly tilted her head back and tried to distance herself from Lin Feng as much as possible.

"Is there anyone here in Mondstadt who will attack you, the Knights of the West Wind?"

Lin Feng tilted his head and asked pretending to be confused.

"Why not? For example, you are stupid..."

Just in the middle of saying this, Yula quickly shut her mouth and stopped talking.
To be continued...
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