How do male gods chase after stars [Rebirth]

If there is a chance to do it all over again, Gu Wuxun will definitely throw himself into the Arctic Ocean who was so lustful yesterday that he tried to turn on the fast mode.

The strategy props are not obtained, the favorability of the characters in the strategy is not broken, so I want to fast-forward, hehe...it's just whimsical!

Seeing the noble and glamorous back of Yan Lu's head, Gu Wuxun felt like hacking himself to death.

Don't dare to die anymore 〒▽〒

Probably the entire studio, except Yan Lu, knew the news after half an hour, and Yan Lu's ignorance was because he hadn't realized it, or avoided it on purpose, but it didn't mean he couldn't feel it. That cast an overly caring gaze on him and Gu Wuxun.

Perhaps it was because of this environment that his filming condition today was very bad, with frequent ngs, and Ripoll, who had always liked him, was so angry that he lost his face. Start grabbing Lyle and them for the back shot.

The two who had accepted the cold violence sat silently in the rest area, looked at the busy staff, sighed at the same time, turned their heads and looked at each other tacitly, when Gu Wuxun was thinking about speaking, Yan Lu didn't I twisted my head reluctantly.

For Yan Lu, who has always put his work first, this kind of willful action of refusing to communicate and allowing the situation to continue to deteriorate is almost impossible.

Unless he was extremely upset.

Gu Wuxun was so frightened that his heart fell to pieces, he raised his eyes to look around the crew, and asked, "Can we go to a quieter place alone and talk?"

Yan Lu nodded, smoothed off his wrinkled costume and followed behind him, bypassing the main studio and entering an exterior studio.

After finding a seat, Gu Wuxun called Yan Lu over and sat down: "Sit down and talk, I don't know how long I'll have to explain to you before you're willing to tell me what's on your mind."

Yan Lu frowned, and wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything. Gu Wuxun sighed, and then he thought to himself again: "You rarely lose your mind for so long at work, is it because of me? I didn't want to disturb you, only……"

He was also a little irritable, he scratched his hair randomly, and looked down at the floor in a decadent and helpless way: "Whether you believe it or not, your attitude towards me and your opinion of me are very different from my opinion. Importantly, I don't want you to misunderstand me, it will make me very sad."

Yan Lu's ears turned red quietly again. He has eyes, can see for himself, and has basic judgment ability, so he can tell whether a person treats him with evil intentions or good intentions, sincerity or falsehood, and according to what he knows Gu Wuxun would not deliberately say such a thing to please anyone.

So what he said now is true.

Yan Lu had the feeling that he was guarding the clouds to see the moon, and after seeing Gu Wuxun's similarly depressed mood, he began to secretly despise himself again.His biggest wish in this life, to become good friends with the male god, has been fulfilled, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?Living alone in the world, even a person like him who is not good at socializing has two or three friends such as Chu Ji, Chen Yuan, Cen Tong, etc. Gu Wuxun was originally a person in the social field, why can't he have more friends?Lyle is young and talented. He is well-known in country m and even in Hollywood, and has a bright future. Being friends with him is beneficial to Gu Wuxun.Even if it's not from the standpoint of Gu Wuxun's good friend, fans or company executives, as long as it's for his own good and not to harm him, they must support him in contacting and deepening friendship with Lyle.

But why, all these benefits have gone through in his mind more than ten times, as long as he thinks of Gu Wuxun ignoring him and not replying to his messages, but talking with Lyle in the same room for three hours , the idea of ​​"Lyle better disappear sooner" will arise?

He felt that he was extremely dangerous now.

Taking a deep breath, I let go of all the horrible fantasies in my mind, and my mood gradually calmed down: "Just like you, your attitude towards me and your attitude towards others are also...very important to me."

The last three words are small and light, like a butterfly brushing the cheek, fleeting.

But Gu Wuxun still heard it, and immediately revived with full blood, a little surprised, but more of a joyful stare at him: "Are you serious?"

"really."

"I think I can understand your mood now, is that what I understand?"

For some reason, I always feel that this sentence is a bit dangerous, but looking at those black eyes full of smiles, bright as the sea of ​​stars, Yan Lu's heart tightened, and before he had time to savor the sudden strange emotion, He nodded as if bewitched.

In any case, under the high pressure of Ripoll, the two "good friends" finally reconciled through a joint conversation, holding hands... Oh no, when they walked out side by side again, Lyle and the others were just right. Finish.

Ripoll looked at the two of them, focused on Gu Wuxun for a while, and asked angrily, "Can we start?"

Yan Lu nodded: "I'm sorry teacher, I was in a bad mood just now, but I'm fine now."

Ripoer's anger was all aimed at Gu Wuxun. He had the same opinion as Lydia and the others. This little friction and awkwardness were all caused by Gu Wuxun. I was dissatisfied, so I decided to grind him more in the next shooting.

A segment of the Jedi's escape was ng six times, and it was rare to experience the feeling of being picked on by Ripoll for not smooth and non-standard movements.

Now that they are reconciled, Yan Lu is no longer awkward, and regained his position as a brain-damaged little fan. Seeing Gu Wuxun being beaten again and again because of ng, his heart aches, and he rubs over to Ripoll's console side, defending him in a low voice.

"Teacher, combine this paragraph with the previous paragraph, cut these two shots, and use a transition, it can also be very smooth..."

Does Ripoll know that it can be cut like this?He must know!But he just wanted to vent his anger, for Yan Lu, but what does this silly boy mean by coming up to plead for mercy?

It's so bad!

Why is this child so dead-hearted!

So he turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Lyle who was playing a table of cards with Lydia and the others in the rest area. Lyle suddenly understood and kicked Daniel who was about to touch the cards after shuffling. With a smile on her face, she leaned over and pulled Yan Lu away: "Oh~ my dear Angela, three of them are missing one, I heard that country C is very good at gambling, let us see it!"

Ripoll was very satisfied with Lyle's top move, and turned his head to shout another shot. Gu Wuxun shook his hands helplessly, and within ten seconds after hitting the board, he took the six opponents who had been fighting with him just now. The group performers were brought down one by one.

Ripoll: ...

Photographer: ...

"In this paragraph, what you need to do is to be beaten... These six people are all powerful killers, you can't knock them down in one fell swoop..."

Gu Wuxun smiled wryly: "I know, director, but it really hurts when they hit me, so I want to hit them too."

"...Okay, change the script, twelve people besiege, Tang Lijiu!"

Madan!Too high a force value is also a sweet burden!

After the director vented his anger, the next filming went on the right track. Tang, who was dismissed by the envoy, returned to the palace through hardships, but he could only see a ruined wall and corpses covered with blood on the ground. With red eyes, he probed all the way along the blood river, and finally found Caesar and the palace guards who were struggling to support and waiting for reinforcements.

His Royal Highness, who was dressed luxuriously, was now pale, and there were large blood stains on his clothes, which had dried up into an unknown black. The guards around him were already in full swing, and he no longer hesitated, rushing in like a giant black eagle. He crossed the enemy's front line and blazed a way out with his own strength.

Guarding His Royal Highness, the guard quickly walked through the road. In the dark weather, the blood-stained long sword he raised looked deeply at the screams of countless people and the bright red blood, and then he quickly plunged into it again. Fighting.

In the end they finally entered the palace, the gate was closed tightly, temporarily blocking the enemy army from outside, he knelt down in front of Caesar with the intention of killing, and raised his blood-losing left arm.

"How did it hurt?"

"Battle."

"Why did you fight?"

"The enemy army is fierce."

"Why don't you retreat!"

"...I want to guard the capital."

"What's the use of keeping it! Everyone surrendered!"

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were sunken, and his black pupils were bloodshot, extremely fierce.

"They can drop, but I can't."

As if sighing, Nishizawa said, and then looked at the gate of the palace, the sound of "rumbling" accompanied by the soaring "kill—" can almost scare the gall out of a dying person.

"I was born to guard this land. If one day she unfortunately falls into the hands of foreigners, it will be the time when my blood will be shed."

The hostility in the man's eyes, mouth, and body intensified, and the soldiers in the hall, who were barely breathing, backed back again and again, trembling.

"I told you to flee, tell you to go!"

"It's you who should go, Don."

The thin young man stood up slowly, holding the long sword in his right hand, looking at the palace gate with firm and decisive eyes, but suddenly swept past him, and smiled.

This smile is like spring wind and rain, the ice and snow melt, and several delicate roses suddenly grow out of the pale snow, making people dazzled.Then he slowly leaned over, kissed him on the forehead, and recited the spell.

"I will be buried with my land forever. If the people of our country do not want to be enslaved, they can still follow."

"After I fell into a deep sleep, the luck of our country will be tied to you. You can get the real dragon's breath, transform into a dragon, and embrace the power of the gods."

The man opened his eyes suddenly, his blood-red eyes stared at him for a moment, his hands quickly grabbed his arms, his voice seemed to come from the ground, and it seemed to be struggling out of a torn heart.

"how dare you!"