Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 211 Yan and Ye (5) This Account Has to Be Settled

"Young man, are you going to fight against injustice?" The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop panicked when he saw the thief bleeding profusely.

"It's really wrong for him to steal things. He should be taught a lesson, but this is serious." Lin Yan said honestly. "Forget it, okay?"

"That's all you want to say? Isn't it money for him to steal the roast chicken from my restaurant?" The restaurant owner was not happy. "Boy, you feel sorry for him and just pay the money, let's forget about it, huh?"

The thief was whipped several times, and the pain was so painful that he was alive and dead. Everyone was relieved, and they caught Lin Yan and took the opportunity to recover the loss.

"Isn't it just a few bites? I'll pay for it." Lin Yan, who was still bound by the elf lock and hung in the air, sighed and agreed.

"Ten times the repayment." The store made an inch of it. "It's worth the money to find a hunter to catch him."

Lin Yan rolled his eyes at the group of people who opened the lion's mouth, and went to touch his pockets, but he didn't bring any money.

"Olan..." Lin Yan opened his mouth to call people out of habit.

What kind of idiot is he following? !

Oran grumbled, and walked out of the crowd.

"Pay, pay!" Seeing Olan approaching, Lin Yan ordered.

"You-" Olan complained and patted Lin Yan on the back of the head lightly, and paid for the losses of the shops.

"Hee hee!" Knowing that he was nosy again, Lin Yan smiled at Oran, and then asked the bounty hunter to unlock the spirit lock with a serious face.

Only after the elf lock was released, the beauty struggled lightly, and the iron chains hanging from his hands snapped, and he landed lightly after regaining his freedom. He walked down the platform in a hurry.

The blood-stained left foot left a crooked mark on the ground, which made Lin Yan's eyes hurt.

He grabbed the man's hand from behind, and the man was forced to stop, turned his head weakly, his face was pale with cold sweat.

The other party looked up to him with red eyes vigilant but also somewhat perplexed.

Lin Yan felt a little uncomfortable being watched, and he could feel the scorching heat from the opponent's skin in the palm of his hand, like fire.

He has a high fever.

"Really, being helped won't even say thank you, should you go like this?" Lin Yan calmed down and spoke to the man.

Feng Ye's red eyes trembled slightly, he didn't speak, and wanted to pull his hand out of the young man's palm, but he couldn't pull it out because of his strength.

He exhaled hot air, and opened his red lips lightly: "Thank you!"

His voice is clear and light, male and female, just like his beautiful appearance.

The other party thanked him, but Lin Yan was not very satisfied.

"You stole our dinner, and now you have caused me to lose so much money. This has to be settled."

Feng Ye didn't want this troublesome young man to pay those people money, it's just a few whips, he can still... live.He wanted to argue, but his body swayed uncontrollably. He felt very dizzy, and his eyes instantly went dark.

"Hey?" The person in front fell down as soon as he said it, and Lin Yan, who was already holding his hand, almost fell with him. He reacted quickly and stabilized his horse, stretching his arms to catch him.

The person who fell on him was hot as if on fire.

Lin Yan's heartstrings were tense, and he didn't care about so many princess hugs to pick him up, and hurried back to the inn.

After Olan paid the money, he returned to the room on the second floor of the inn. Lin Yan had already placed the man on the bed and brought a basin of water to treat his injury.

Oran walked into the room, pulled up a chair and sat down, pursed his lips and did not speak, watching Lin Yan busy.

"I... will settle the score when he wakes up." Lin Yan swiped the cloth towel in the clear water, glanced at his silent Olan, and explained his behavior.

Oran shrugged, saying how happy he was?No need to explain to him.

Lin Yan folded the cloth towel soaked in cold water into strips, and spread it on the man's forehead to reduce fever.

(End of this chapter)