Rap King, Wang Rap!

Rap King, Wang Rap!

He had never imagined that Moonwalk could moonwalk forward.

With an awkward dance, he arrived before Fan Yu and suddenly struck a cute pose.

"If we compare dancing, I'll definitely make you... Nico nico nii!"

Fan Yu sat on the ground, pouting.

"Quit bragging, less flirting... nya nya nya nya!"

The dance battle instantly reached a fever pitch.

The two danced against each other while shrieking at the top of their lungs.

"Ah! Xuanwu Shield said, that Moon Slaying Saber, saber slays Meng Po, battles the nine heavens!"

"Mm! Meng Po told me, you're so wild, think of a way to overtake it."

Wang Feifan did a somersault and leaped backward, hopping around upside down.

Fan Yu refused to be outdone and tried to imitate him.

But his physical condition simply could not manage it.

He only rolled once before planting his head into the ground, and his pants even split open.

Wang Feifan burst into laughter.

"Fan Yu takes out his shiny bald head, performing a live cow-cock flash!"

"What grudge do I have against you? Why do you insist on learning from Crazy Monkey?"

"How about showing off your rubbing oil and performing singing, dancing, and basketball?"

Hearing Wang Feifan's mockery, Fan Yu inexplicably flew into a rage.

Looking at the lines he had prepared, he forced himself to fire back.

"Big boss let me make a wish, so I wished to pee and poop wherever I pleased."

"Pee while eating, poop while sleeping, all my rapid weight loss relies on it."

"A thousand farts a day bring joy to my heart, burning up my calories."

"Ha-hai-hai!" Old man Fan Yu roared loudly. "Who dares fight me!"

The several hundred people present instinctively took a step back.

They truly did not dare.

The Guo