"Master Niu…"
Li Yao was disappointed. He sat on the ground, holding his head, and said in frustration, "You still don't believe me after all this time!"
"Nonsense."
Zhang Daniu said, "Although it's true that I love to fantasize, and my mental fortitude is especially good, and I can accept things that are abnormal and beyond common sense, your story is too exaggerated and illogical. Not just me, any normal person would find it hard to believe!"
"What do you want me to believe in exactly? Do you want me to believe that I am a f*cking 'God of Creation'? That as long as I write a novel, the world in the novel will appear in a certain place in the vast sea of stars? That the characters in my novel will even transmigrate to Earth, appear in front of me, kick open the door of my house, and show me his strong muscles? I f*cking—I f*cking am Ma Liang!"
"But—"
