Peerless War God in City

He lowered his head to look at his cell phone. However, the words on it were very clear and shiny. They completely entered his vision.    

"Impossible!"    

"This is impossible!"    

"How can there not be a record, how can there not be one!"    

Yang Mu turned the phone over and over as he roared in dissatisfaction.    

The line on the screen destroyed his last bit of dignity. He had no hope!    

Yang Mu couldn't believe it. He had really lost. He had lost to one. He usually looked down on poor people who didn't have any money!    

"No?"    

When the bewitched women heard this.    

His face instantly revealed an expression of disbelief.    

Their expressions instantly became extremely strange. A burst of white, a burst of green, and it was extremely unnatural!    

One second ago.    

They even righteously said that Haotian had copied him and used all kinds of words to belittle and ridicule him. They truly wanted to beat him up.    

However.    

But now, it had turned out that the other party was an original and had not copied anything from it.    

This poem was written by someone else!    

Now.    

These infatuated women had nothing to say.    

They felt as if their faces were burning, as if they were being slapped!    

As for the poplar.    

The current him was completely lifeless. He did not have the courage to look up at Haotian. He held his phone and read the words written on it.    

It was like a small fry standing there, muttering 'Impossible!'.    

When Haotian saw this, he was only slightly surprised for a moment.    

Even if he won, he was neither arrogant nor impetuous. This was because in his eyes, he had never once placed Yang Mu in his eyes.    

The other party was just a weak ant to him. He was not even worth mentioning!    

Looking at Haotian, Yang Mu felt that he was mocking him. Immediately, he felt that he couldn't hang on to face any longer, so he immediately stared coldly at Haotian, and said in an incredibly gloomy voice: "F * ck, stinky brat, this time you're so far away, I will remember you!"    

Seeing Yang Mu in such a disgraceful state, not only did he not admit his loss, he even threatened him!    

Haotian couldn't help but ask, "You've lost, and yet you're still so arrogant?"    

"So what if you're arrogant!"    

"I, your father, am a talented young man. You are just a diaosi who can only eat junk food from roadside stalls. This time, you can't win against me because of luck!"    

Yang Mu looked up and proudly said. Right now, this was the only way for him to obtain a sense of glory!    

At this time.    

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but step forward.    

She frowned and looked at Yang Mu, saying in a cold voice: "It doesn't matter if it's luck or not, if you lose, you lose. If you lose, you are the weak. In this world, who dares to mock the strong?"    

Seeing Lili was speaking up for Haotian.    

Yang Mu became even angrier. He looked at Ye Qingxuan and asked indignantly, "He is just a poor loser, why are you defending him like this? What is your relationship with him?"    

Ye Qingxuan glanced at Haotian when she heard this. A trace of tenderness flashed through her beautiful eyes that were filled with starlight.    

Then.    

She turned to look at the poplar.    

Opening her red lips, she said very seriously, enunciating every word, "Him! It's my man! "    

"Therefore, Mr. Yang Mu, I request that you respect my words a little. Don't call me trash or something like that. Otherwise, I will call the security guards to throw you out!"