Strange World Little Cooking Saint - 1141. Chapter 1120

By noon, the fog surrounding Tongtian City had already dispersed.

Shi Yu and San Pang were still sitting by the railing on the second floor of the teahouse, and they could all see the monsters coming and going on the street.

However, Shi Yu did not deliberately search for people. She was so powerful that she didn’t need her eyes to see, and no one could avoid her perception.

When he drank the bamboo leaf green in his hand, Shi Yu accidentally swept it away, only to see someone downstairs standing under the Yutuan flower tree in front of the teahouse looking at her, but she didn’t even notice.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and no one moved. They looked at each other like this, and suddenly laughed together.

Shi Yu leaned against the railing and threw the cup in his hand towards the man, just like in the past, he also leaned against the railing and threw a chopstick to her.

At this time, San Fat also leaned over and saw the people downstairs. It couldn’t help but be overjoyed, “Changqin!”

Just as Yu’s eyes had only Wen Heng, his eyes also had only a white-clothed long lyre. Shi Yu could still stay in place with restraint, it could not help but jumped directly from the second floor and threw himself in Changqin’s arms.

“You can be regarded as looking for me.” It hasn’t seen him for a long time, and it wants to return to the realm of magic repair every time, but in the end it endures it.

It can’t rely on the long piano for everything, it also wants to grow up quickly and not drag the hind legs of the long piano.

Changqin held it, restrained the urge to kiss it, and said, “I’m here.”

Lao Zhang, standing behind Changqin, felt very hot eyes.

He really didn’t see these two.

“Right,” San Fat suddenly thought of something, broke free from Changqin’s arms, blocked the entrance of the tea house, and looked at Wen Heng in the middle, “Wait, you have to answer me first if you want to go in. Question, or I won’t let go. First, what are you doing?”

This looks like a gatekeeper’s posture.

Its move made Chang Qin and Zhang Lao a little surprised, and subconsciously looked at the front boss.

Wen Heng put away the cup in his hand and looked at Shi Yu upstairs, with smiles in his eyebrows, “Come and pick my wife home.”

This movement attracted all the monsters inside and outside the building to look at them. Seeing him say this in public, Shi Yu was a little bit embarrassed, but he generously let the monsters around him look at it.

“Who is your wife?” San Fat asked again.

“Naturally is my sweetheart.”

Three fat was dumb for a while.

Can you answer this way? This made it suddenly wonder how to ask the next question.

While it was stunned, a figure suddenly appeared next to it, pushing it aside, “You are too weak, let me come.”

Only Su Nian can be so arrogant.

She also knew that the one-year appointment between Shi Yu and her nephew had already been calculated in her heart, just to see what the two of them would look like.

She clapped her hands and applauded when San Fat blocked the door. Shi Yu was her friend, and she would definitely support Shi Yu. The stinky boy left without saying a word for such a year, even if she came back, she still had to ask Shi Yu for an explanation.

But I never thought that the three fats were too weak, and the problem was not difficult at all.

Su Nian didn’t know where to get a chair, and he sat on the door with his legs, his posture was more than that of City Lord Tongtian.

“You said you came to take your wife home, then I ask you, when did you get married? Before you hire a matchmaker, you just say that the person belongs to your family. How could it be so good in this world? “The matter.” As he said, Su Nian still said to the surrounding monsters: “You guys are right?”

The monsters are dumbfounded, is that true?

They don’t know.

They don’t pay much attention to this, only Humans can do such red tape…

and many more? Terran!

“Are you a human race?” A monster finally called out, slashing towards Su Nian with the knife, and in the next instant, it had already “poofed” and turned into a cloud of blood fog.

The strong man who returned to the eighth floor had no room for resistance and died like this… This scene stunned all the monsters present.

“I said you shouldn’t act rashly,” Su Nian bared his white teeth, “whatever I say, you can just follow along. If you say it well, you will have a thank you gift later; if you say it badly, just use your blood. Dyed into red lanterns and hung on the wall to add joy to us.”

For a while, the monsters in the teahouse did not dare to act rashly.

After threatening the monster inside, he looked like nothing happened in his previous year, and continued to look at his nephew and said: “Continue with what was just now. I don’t recognize your wife, nor Shi Yu. Yes, all of us don’t.”

When Shi Yu heard this, he retracted his body very cooperatively, not allowing him to see himself anymore.

“Auntie, you are right,” Wen Heng said, “I am here this time just to marry Shi Yu. I have sent the marriage letter and dowry to the fantasy sect, and the invitations have been spread all over the world, and everything is ready. Just wait for her to agree to marry me.”

Su Nian was taken aback and jumped up, “Why don’t you notify me in advance of this matter?”

After finishing speaking, I felt wrong, and sat down again with the shelf, and said, “Is it? That’s right. You will propose marriage here today. Shi Yu is waiting for you on the second floor. You just have to pass ours. At the checkpoint, we will let you see Shiyu.”

“Yes!” Sanpang went one stop behind Su Nian, “Aunt Su Nian first pass, my second pass.”

“Aunt, you big-headed ghost, call my sister.” Su Nian tapped it on the head.

San Fat suddenly felt aggrieved, “But this is not a mess of generation…”

“Everyone is called their own.”

While talking, Feng Luo also came.

“Fengluo, you just came here, and you call everyone else to me.” Su Nian felt that things were not lively enough. “I told you that today is your only chance to make a fortune. The only chance is this time. I missed that. But it’s gone.”

Feng Luo is a semi-sage in the end, and it is not too soon or too late. He just listened to what Suunian said.

He knew Wen Heng, but he didn’t expect that the last belonging of the hour would go round and round.