Peerless War God in City

"You are just a f * cking loser who can only eat street trash. Do you know what a poem is? You actually dare to laugh at laozi. Who the hell gave you the courage? Damn trash, quickly apologize to laozi."    

    

"What, you write such trash, do you still not allow others to laugh?"    

    

Haotian looked at Yang Mu and said very rudely.    

    

At first, he also felt that laughing in such an occasion was indeed disrespectful. Haotian was a very principled person, so as long as Yang Mu was not out of line, no matter what he said, Haotian would not bother with it.    

    

After all, in his eyes, Yang Mu was just an ant.    

    

However, on the surface, this fellow looked delicate and refined, possessing the style of a gentleman. However, the words that came out of his mouth were like feces that could not be heard.    

    

Besides, it was his woman he was confessing to.    

    

This, Haotian naturally could not tolerate!    

    

"What did you say!"    

    

Hearing this, Yang Mu's originally sinister face immediately raised a trace of anger. His eyes turned scarlet red as he looked at Clear Sky, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.    

    

"Trash?!"    

    

"I am the most talented of the Hsingyi, and everyone knows that I have won the championship in the National Literature Competition!"    

    

"Stinking diaosi, you actually dare to say that laozi's poems are trash, do you f * cking understand poetry?"    

    

"With just you?"    

    

When Haotian heard this, he took the last bite of the pancake in his hand and asked Yang Mu with a serious expression, "You should be going through the back door."    

    

For such a trashy literary talent to be able to become the champion of a national tournament, Haotian found it hard to believe.    

    

He couldn't think of any other reason besides going through the back door.    

    

"You … You're lying, you're slandering me and going through the back door. Let me tell you, you're slandering me, you're slandering me, do you know that? "    

    

When Yang Mu heard this, he suddenly became very excited. He pointed at Clear Sky and roared.    

    

As for Haotian, as he saw this, he faintly smiled. Without a doubt, he already knew the answer.    

    

He glared fiercely at Haotian and said, "Motherf * cker, you're a joke! You said my poems are trash. If you have the ability, then compete with me!"    

    

Yang Mu's words confirmed that Haotian wouldn't dare to compete with him.    

    

He could not believe what kind of poem would be written by an ordinary dressed loser who ate junk food off the streets.    

    

Who would have thought?    

    

The corner of Haotian's mouth slightly rose. He revealed a faint smile and actually nodded his head in agreement. "Sure!"    

    

This Yang Mu seemed gentle and elegant, with the style of a gentleman, but the words he spat out were lacking in quality. To this kind of person, Haotian, he did not mind at all.    

    

"Humph!"    

    

"Stinking diaosi, listen up!"    

    

Yang Mu didn't expect that Haotian would agree, but this was exactly what he wanted, as Haotian was the perfect candidate for this.    

    

Immediately, Yang Mu tidied up his attire, placed his hands behind his back, and shook his head. He walked around the hall impressively, speaking as he walked.    

    

He recited the poem that he had prepared a long time ago in a fluent manner.    

    

"Wow, good poem, good poem!"    

    

"This love poem is really beautiful. I really want to become the female lead in this poem!"    

    

"Young Master Yang, you really are worthy of being called the first of the top ten young talents in Hsingyi, this poem was written too well!"    

    

"If only he could be my boyfriend!"