One Hundred Standard Formats for Flattery

Of course, Bai Mengyi knew who Ming Disha was.

The notorious Nine-Lives Demonic Fox.

Among the martial world's villains, he might not have been the one who had committed the most evil, but he was absolutely the most irritating and loathsome.

And, naturally, the hardest to deal with.

Compared to him, Bai Mengyi was truly just a nobody.

Ming Disha looked at Bai Mengyi. "Did you just insult me?"

Bai Mengyi gritted his teeth. But since he could not beat him, he could only say, "Nothing of the sort."

Lu Chengwen said, "Oh! So you dare say it but not admit it? Senior Disciple Brother, how did he insult Martial Uncle just now? Repeat it for Martial Uncle."

At the mention of this, Long Aotian got energized.

Finally... finally, it was time for him to have some fun!

Not only could he frame that bastard Bai Mengyi, he could also take the chance to indulge himself verbally and curse out this damned Martial Uncle.

Wonderful!

Long Aotian said, "Martial Uncle! I remember!"

Ming Disha gave him a sidelong glance. Go on.

Long Aotian said, "He called you the martial world's number one scourge, number one bastard, number one loser, and number one piece of trash!"

Ming Disha looked at Bai Mengyi. "Kid, you're courting death!"

Bai Mengyi said, "I never said that!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Long Aotian said, "He also said your head looked like a feather duster, your waist like a coffin board, your two arms like cement pipes, and your eyes like two holes..."

Zhao Ritian watched Long Aotian spew nonsense nonstop and was completely dumbfounded.

Long Aotian continued, "He also said you were born a cucumber, begging to be slapped! Became a walnut later in life, begging to be hammered! And for your entire life, you were