Chapter 1117: Yumantang (15th)

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By noon, the mist surrounding Tongtian City had dispersed.
Shi Yu and San Fat were still sitting by the railings on the second floor of that tea house. They could see the monsters on the street.
But Shiyu didn't deliberately look for people. She was so powerful that she didn't need to see with her eyes. No one could avoid her perception.
Drinking the bamboo leaf green in his hand, Shi Yu accidentally swept away, but she saw someone downstairs standing at the tea tree in front of the tea house door, looking at her, but she didn't notice.
The eyes of the two men faced each other in the air, no one moved, they looked at each other like this, and suddenly laughed together.
Shi Yu leaned on the railing and threw the cup in his hand towards the man, just like he did before, and he threw her a chopstick against the railing.
At this time, San Fat also came over and saw the people downstairs. It couldn't help but be happy, "Changqin!"
Just as Jade's eyes only have Wen Qiao at the same time, his eyes only have a white piano. Shi Yushang was still able to stay in place, he could not help but jumped directly from the second floor and flung in the arms of Changqin.
"You've come to see me." It's been a long time since he saw him, and every time he wanted to return to the field of magic repair, but he finally put up with it.
It can't rely on the harp for everything. It also wants to grow quickly without dragging the hind legs.
Changqin embraced it, restrained the urge to kiss it in the middle, and said, "I am here."
Zhang Lao, who was standing behind Changqin, felt quite spicy.
He really didn't see these two.
"Yes," San Fat suddenly seemed to remember something, broke free from Changqin's arms, blocked the entrance of the tea house, and looked at Wen Yue in the middle. "Wait, you want to go in and answer me first Question, otherwise I will not let go. First, what are you doing? "
This looks like a goalkeeper's posture.
This move surprised both Changqin and Zhang, and they subconsciously looked at the boss at the front.
Wen Zheng closed the cup in his hand and looked at Shi Yu upstairs with a smile in his eyebrows, "Come to pick my wife home."
This movement attracted all the monsters, large and small, inside and outside the building, and saw him say in public. Although Shi Yu was a little embarrassed, he let the surrounding monsters look generously.
"Who is your wife?" San Fat asked again.
"Nature is my sweetheart."
Three fat momentarily dumb.
Can you answer like this? This left it wondering what to ask the next question for a while.
While it was struggling between the gods, a figure suddenly appeared next to it, and took it aside, "You are too weak, let me come."
It's only Su Nian who can be so arrogant.
She also knew that Shi Yu and her grandmother's one-year appointment had long been in her heart, just to see what the two would look like.
She clapped her hands when San Fat blocked the door. Shi Yu was her friend, and she must support Shi Yu. The stinky boy left for a year without saying a word, and even if she came back, she would have to give Shi Yu an explanation.
But I never thought that three fat chickens are too weak, and the problem is not difficult at all.
Su Nian didn't know where to get a chair, and sat on the door with her legs on her legs. That posture was better than the master of the sky.
"You said you came to pick up your wife and go home. Then I asked you, when did you become a relative? Even before you hired a matchmaker, you said that the person belongs to your family. How can there be such a good person in this world? Speaking, Su Nian said to the monsters around him, "Are you right?"
The monsters are aggressive, is that so?
They don't know.
They are not too particular about the demons. Only human races can make such red tape ...
and many more? Terran!
"Are you human?" Finally, a beast called out and chopped his sword towards Suinian. The next moment, it had "snapped" and turned into a mist of blood.
The eight-layer powerhouse who died after all had no room to resist and died like this ... This scene deterred all the monsters present.
"I said you do n’t want to act lightly," Su Nian showed a white tooth. "Whatever I say, just follow what you say. Well, if you do n’t say goodbye, use your blood. Dyeing a red lantern and hanging it on the wall, please cheer us up. "
For a time, the monsters in the teahouse did not dare to act lightly.
After threatening the monsters in it, Su Nian looked like nothing happened, and continued to watch his grandmother yell: "Continuing the previous one, the name is unsound, I do n’t recognize your wife, and Shi Yu also Yes, none of us. "
Shi Yu heard this, and retracted his body very cooperatively, no longer let him see himself.
"Auntie, you're right," Wen Zheng said, "I'm here to get married with Shi Yu. I've sent the wedding book and the gift to Fangzhuang, and the invitations are widely distributed. All are well prepared. Just wait for her to marry me. "
Su Nian hesitated and jumped up, "Why didn't you inform me in advance about this?"
After speaking, I felt inappropriate, and sat down again holding the shelf, and said, "Is that right? That's right, today you will propose here. Shi Yu is waiting for you on the second floor, as long as you pass through our Checkpoint, we will let you see Shiyu. "
"Yes!" San Fat made a stop behind Su Nian. "Aunt Su Nian is the first pass, I am the second pass."
"Auntie, you big head, call my sister." Su Nian knocked on it.
Three fat suddenly felt wronged, "But this is not a mess ..."
"Each is called its own."
During the conversation, Feng Luo came.
"Fengluo happened to be here, and shouted everyone else out." Su Nianzheng suspected that things were not lively enough. "I told you that today is your only chance to get rich. The opportunity is only this time, I missed that. But it's gone. "
Feng Luo is a semi-sacred man. He didn't come early or late. He just listened to Su Nian just now.
He knew about Wen Yan, but he did not expect to be around at the end of the hour, or he.