I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

Qian family.

"Oh my precious son, do you really want to live in a dormitory?"

Qian Yong held Qian Yiming's face, his eyes full of reluctance and doting.

"Stay! Meng Jie was eaten by braised noodles during the invasion of another dimension. I want to find new friends! It is said on the Internet that if you sleep together, you can become the best friend! If one night doesn't work, then two nights. If it doesn't work for two nights, then sleep together. One month!”

Qian Yiming spoke righteously and his tone did not allow for a trace of rejection.

"Hurry up and ask someone to pack my things, I'm going to school tomorrow!"

The more Qian Yong listened, the weirder he became, and he couldn't help but think wrongly, but his son was the most innocent. He said that sleeping was sleep on the surface, not those messy things.

In fact, these young children talking all night long is indeed the best way to promote brotherhood. Qian Yong also feels sorry for his son who has had no other friends except Meng Jie since he was a child. Now that Meng Jie is gone, he has no choice but to let him.

"If anyone bullies you, remember to say..."

"Father Qian Yong!"

"That's right." Qian Yong smiled at the corner of his eyes, as long as he could say this sentence.

At this time, the maid handed over the paper bag with both hands: "Young Master, I bought it."

Qian Yiming broke free from Qian Yong's hand, took out the long colorful scarf and wrapped it around his neck.

"What are you doing here on a hot day?"

"Practice." Qian Yiming raised his head and stared at the ceiling, looking for something to hang.

"What to practice?" Qian Yong was very confused.

"Hang yourself, Brother Qi said, hang yourself at the door of the dormitory that night. Everyone is afraid of me, but I'm not stupid. I definitely won't hang myself. I just want to scare them so that they don't dare to bully me at will..."

Qian Yiming explained in a murmur.

Qi Yanren's appearance made him understand that not everyone was afraid of his father, and he had to catch them off guard first.

Qian Yong was stunned for a long time before he thought about what his son had said. He ripped off his scarf and said, "What kind of practice are you practicing! If you hang yourself up, you will definitely die! He is deliberately trying to kill you!"

Qian Yiming squinted his eyes and looked at Qian Yong with disgust: "I don't know if I will hang myself? Didn't I tell you that I would scare them?"

He put his hands on his neck: "Wouldn't this strangle my neck? Why are you so stupid?" He grabbed the scarf back with all his strength and said, "Leave me alone."

Qian Yong looked at his serious look and helplessly summoned several maids.

"Watch the young master and protect him. If anything goes wrong, I'll ask you."

"Yes, sir."

......

Song family.

In the study, a delicate and feminine man stood in front of the table. He lowered his head and dug at the corner of the table, and said softly: "Father, I will go to the Holy City tonight."

Song Zheng didn't even raise his eyes and said a faint "hmm". After a moment, he seemed to be aware of his indifference and asked a symbolic question.

“Apartment or lodging.”

"stay."

Song Zhijie was looking forward to his father's instructions, his eyes shining with hope.

After a long time.

"I see."

Song Zheng was taciturn and didn't want to talk any more. He leaned over and took out a pile of materials that needed to be reviewed from the desk cabinet and looked through them one by one.

Seeing this, Song Zhijie looked gloomy and thought to himself: "I heard that the Shenbang family in Shiqing would go to the dormitory to select students to bully. I'm afraid that I will..."

"Then live in an apartment." Song Zheng interrupted him without getting angry, with a hint of impatience on his face: "Besides, Shiqing no longer has a divine list, so no one will go to the dormitory to cause trouble for students anymore."

He picked up the pen and planned to write the manuscript to be prepared for tomorrow's meeting.

"If you have nothing else to do, go out."

Song Zhijie's face slowly turned gloomy.

When Song Huaizhou and Song Zhi entered school, they had been given many instructions, including sending a family of killers for personal protection, and assigning ability users to their disposal! But now he doesn't even want to say anything. Just because he is different from others, should he be treated like this?

His father was so indifferent that even the servants of the Song family dared to show contempt and point fingers in front of him!

Nothing has changed after all these years! Still so biased!

The fat chai from the Tianshen family never considered him! He obviously has the ability to make the Song family a subordinate of the Tianshen family and become the ultimate winner. Why would a waste who has tried and failed repeatedly be unwilling to let him try it once!

It was obvious that he had used a trick to destroy the Liang family and left the CVN media without a master. If he hadn't exposed Song Huaizhou's stupidity of using old equipment, he would have handed it over to that servile weakling!

Even if it was given to him, it was just to wipe Song Huaizhou's butt and give him a small punishment. After eliminating the hidden dangers, he would immediately hand it over to Song Huaizhou!

Why! Why should he give it up to others! Why should he make wedding clothes for others?

Song Zhijie was fed up with his father's sarcastic remarks and different treatment. There was no warmth between father and son!

"Lift your head and look at me."

He said every word.

"go out."

Song Zheng still wrote vigorously.

Suddenly the pen body was pulled out, followed by a chill on my neck.

Song Zheng's eyes widened, he covered his neck in disbelief with the pen half submerged, and stood up staggeringly.

"Come... people..." Blood filled his mouth, his pronunciation was muddy, and he paused with heavy eyelids.

"I asked you to look at me!"

Song Zhijie roared and jumped on the table and threw Song Zheng down, holding down the latter's struggling arm.

He stared eerily at Song Zheng's painfully closed eyes and asked sternly: "I work hard day and night to make progress and not fall behind others. Why don't you look at me?! Why do you never have to look at me?!"

"How am I inferior to them? Your eldest son is indecisive, smart, sneaky, and your second son is arrogant, self-willed, and ambitious. How am I inferior to them? Why are you doing this to me!! "

Big drops of hot tears fell on Song Zheng's lifeless face, exploding into circles of dazzling blood.

"Am I not your son..."

Song Zhijie burst into tears and couldn't help but let out low sobs and sobs.

After a long time.

The trembling in his fingertips gradually subsided. He propped himself up on the table, looked down at Song Zheng, who was glaring with anger, and raised his voice indifferently.

"Somebody come!"

The old housekeeper who had been affiliated with the Song family for many years pushed open the door and walked in. When he saw the body, he was unfazed and his expression remained unchanged.

"Publish an obituary that he died suddenly from overwork. If anyone asks specifically, just say that he was parasitized by alien organisms."

"Yes, Third Young Master." Li Wen bowed his old body respectfully: "Young Master, are you still going to die tonight?"

The corner of Song Zhijie's mouth curved slightly: "Go, why don't you go? Do you still have to wait for my eldest brother to come and punish you?"

He casually flipped through the blood-soaked documents on the table: "The Song family is temporarily taken over by my mother. You must protect her."

"Don't worry, Third Young Master, the Li family and other affiliated capable families will do their best."

Song Zhijie showed a hint of sarcasm and returned to normal the moment Li Wen raised his head.

"Also, if those rooms are restless, especially the fifth room where a son was born, you should know what to do."

"I understand."

Song Zhijie opened the door, and there were already many people with various abilities waiting in the corridor. They were standing or squatting, some had lazy and casual attitudes, and some were serious in speech...

"Burn the body."

One person nodded slightly and walked into the house.

Song Zhijie took the wet towel that was handed to him, slowly wiped off the blood that was spattered on his face, glanced around, and smiled softly at the ability users he had dug up from the underground arena in the past few years.

"You've been waiting for a long time, let's go."