[BL, MTL] Anti-God (Quickwear)

03

"Oh, my God! I saw the living Uno in his lifetime!"

"The series of years of life."

"Ultimate Humanoid Spring/Potion, please let me lick your abdominal muscles!"

The legend about Uno has long been all over the stars. He was born in a military family and was once awarded the rank of major, but when his future was great, he was discharged from the army and became a director who could not beat him. Strangely enough, the films he directed were very popular all over the world, just like a myth, and the industry even called it "the hand of God".

If Uno was just a director, he would not have become so popular. The key is that he is not only a director, but also the uncrowned king of the entertainment industry! Uno has a perfect figure that makes women crazy and men ashamed, and his unrestrained face makes him favored by countless sponsors. Unfortunately, Uno only occasionally takes over advertisements and magazines, otherwise he would have swept the major awards long ago.

As for the reason why he doesn't pick up for movies and TV series, he is annoyed. Uno is famous for his alcoholism and debauchery, but he is more sought after because of this. Some people jokingly call him "the ultimate humanistic spring/medicine", and his hormones explode every moment!

"You can't lick your abdominal muscles. I have a cleanliness fetish." Uno looked at the messages of the online people, leaned forward slightly, and smiled unruly and sexy.

"I stumbly! No, my nose is bleeding!" Because of his appearance, the number of people online on the website began to increase, but it exceeded 10 million in a few minutes.

Uno was wearing a black shirt, but only the bottom three were buttoned. He did not stingy open his strong honey-colored chest, and the curvy sexy abdominal muscles lurked quietly under the black belt.

The man's whole body exudes a wild and unrestrained atmosphere, like the son of the wind in the jungle, or a lonely wolf.

"Don't get too excited. I'm just coming out to advertise." Uno took off his sliding sunglasses, revealing an overly strong and profound face. His solid elbows were half on the table, and his hands crossed to block his thin lips, leaving only eagle-like eyes through people's hearts.

He slowly glanced at Yu Ze, who had just finished recording, and suddenly hooked his lips to signal him to come over.

The online people suddenly realized something, and couldn't help showing a subtle look at the same time, and began to brush the screen crazily:

"Shit! Shouldn't it..."

"It won't be +1, Uno must be sick again! Bai Xiu, don't go there!"

Yu Ze looked at the handwriting on the screen one after another, and he was a little confused. Out of respect for the director, he still relied on the past. And the next second, the man's strong arm was on the edge of his neck, and the amber pupils approached his face. Yu Ze felt the other party's burning breath hitting his face, as if he had burned his flesh and blood.

Uno's body is full of the scent of alcohol that does not dissipate all year round, and his hot body is particularly hot. He is like countless times concentrated vodka. A little closer will make people drunk and forget.

Yu Ze was not in the mood to appreciate his vigorous hormones, nor was he in the mood to feel the so-called interstellar sexiness. Because of the hands close to his throat, his whole body was tense, and he almost couldn't suppress the impulse to fight back. God knows that every cell of him is screaming crazily, "Twip off his elbow! Get rid of his bones!"

He couldn't help but think of the experience of being chased and killed madly before he became a god. From that moment on, what he hated most was being touched on his throat. Even if he was closer, he couldn't help sounding the alarm. In the past, Uno would have become a dead soul under the dagger before he got ten yards close to him.