"I think..." Zhao Yi's face suddenly raised a strange smile, suddenly stretched out a foot and kicked hard at the door, "smashing the door." As soon as his voice fell, with a loud bang, the seemingly invincible iron door fell down in front of them.

"Zhao Yi, you're crazy." Qin ran looked at the door that was easily kicked down by him, turned his head and stared at him like a ghost.

"I'll ask the priest to send the bill to my company." Zhao Yisi didn't feel anything wrong. She took her through the gate and walked inside.

"I think the priest will want to kill you when he sees this later." Qin ran stretched out his hand to cover his face and said that he had lost sight of the destructive power of the scourge.

"Even if he wants to kill me, he has to help us prove our marriage before killing us. Baby, you don't want to be widowed as soon as you get married." Zhao Yi took her to the bench and let her lie on it.

"So?" Qin ran reached out and patted under his head.

Zhao Yi immediately understood, sat down on the bench and asked her to put her head on her lap.

"So if the priest wants to kill me later, you'd better persuade him, or you'll be widowed." Zhao Yi reached out to touch her cheek and said with a smile.

"A scourge like you, even if you die a thousand times, it's not worth pitying. If the priest kills you, he can act on behalf of heaven." Qin ran said with an indifferent smile.

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