The Great Battle Against the Heavenly God Temple

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, and his expression was as if he had eaten sh*t. Without a doubt, he had lost this bet.

Suddenly, he smiled slyly and said, "Apologize? Why should I apologize?"

"You lost the bet," Chu Yan said, shocked.

"I lost? How did I lose?" The corner of Wang Yan's mouth rose, and he laughed teasingly.

"I even won!"

Everyone was shocked.

Wang Yan sneered, and his expression turned ugly. "I bet with Lu Benwei if it's epic quality. Obviously, your Phantom Moon Rabbit isn't."

Chu Yan's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief. "Wang Yan, you're so shameless."

The surrounding onlookers also felt that it was inappropriate, and the corners of their mouths twitched crazily.

"Boss, why don't we just forget about this matter?" Pan Wenchao knew that he would be laughed at by many people if he did so, so he tried to persuade him.