"I think..." A strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Yi's face, and he suddenly stretched out his kick and kicked the door hard, "Smash the door." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.
There was a sound, and the seemingly indestructible iron gate fell down gorgeously in front of their eyes.
"Zhao Yi, you are crazy." Qin Ran looked at the door that was easily knocked down by his kick, turned his head and stared at him as if he had seen a ghost.
"I'll ask the priest to send the bill to my company." Zhao Yi didn't feel anything was wrong at all, so he carried her through the door and walked inside.
"I think when the priest sees you like this, he will want to kill you." Qin Ran covered his face with his hands, showing his disdain for the destructive power of this scourge.
"Even if he wants to kill me, he has to help us witness our marriage before killing him. Honey, you don't want to be a widow just after you get married." Zhao Yi carried her to the bench and let her lie down on it.
"So?" Qin Ran reached out and patted the bottom of his head.
Zhao Yi understood immediately, sat down on the bench, and let her rest her head on his lap.
"So if the priest wants to go crazy and kill me later, you'd better persuade him, otherwise you will be widowed." Zhao Yi reached out and stroked her cheek, smiling maliciously.
"A scourge like you is not worthy of pity even if you die a thousand times. The priest may as well kill you to do justice to God." Qin Ran said with a light smile.
