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

The ten-person trip drove two vehicles, one was a large RV and the other was an off-road vehicle.

The distribution of the number of people was also clear. The black off-road vehicle driven by Qian Yiming only carried Yun Wang, which made his unhappy mood a little happier.

"Want to eat?" Yun Wang spread out a handful of plump and red cherries.

Qian Yiming took out a few and stuffed them all into his mouth, then sprayed three particles out of the window.

The crispy, sweet and moist taste allowed him to completely relax, turn on the powerful rock music, and enjoy the leisurely journey.

"If you get sleepy, I'll do it instead."

Yun Wang mistook Qian Yiming's behavior of playing noisy sounds as a sign that he needed to refresh himself.

"Have you ever driven cross-country?" Qian Yiming wiped the red juice off his lips with his three-quarter sleeves, leaving a faint mark.

"I can learn now."

Qian Yiming was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the serious expression.

How could anyone learn this on the highway? How dangerous it is.

He refrained from blaming him. After all, Yun Wang also had good intentions.

"I'm not sleepy. I usually play until early in the morning and then go to bed. It's only what time it is."

"Ah."

Yun Wang hesitated for a moment: "Then can I turn off the music?"

It was so harsh that it felt like my eardrums were perforated.

"Don't like this song?" Qian Yiming was a little surprised. It was the most popular song on the street, and any old lady would hum it.

Yun Wang smiled: "I can't hear it."

"What type do you like?" Qian Yiming wanted to know more.

Yun Wang raised his fingertips and scratched his face, and shyly whispered: "opera and the like..."

Qian Yiming opened his mouth in surprise. He had the impression that only elderly men liked to listen to this kind of lullaby.

But since Yun Wang said it... Qian Yiming adjusted the channel, and after a while, singing voice as smooth as a clear spring slowly came out.

[I put on the armor from back then, the flag with handsome characters floated like clouds, and the big character Mu shook the world...]

"Mu Guiying command."

Qian Yiming raised his eyebrows. Although he had never heard of opera, he had seen movies and TV shows and was familiar with it.

The rhythm of the singing is sometimes high-pitched and exciting, sometimes gentle and gentle.

Yun Wang leaned back on the chair comfortably, tapping his slender fingers gently, and hummed lowly when he heard a whim.

Qian Yiming didn't feel anything at first, and even felt bored. But when he heard Yun Wang speak, he suddenly became interested.

[At the age of fifty-three, I am in charge of the three armies, all for the sake of the King's thief...]

Qian Yiming's thoughts wandered to the fierce battlefield, and his emotions couldn't help but get excited. He wanted to say a few words, but he didn't know the words, so he could only listen to the gentle voice muttered skillfully.

Unknowingly, the entire carriage was filled with an air of murder.

[She ordered me to take command and rehabilitate the rebellious ministers, firstly not as an official, secondly not as a eunuch, but for the sake of the country and the people of the Song Dynasty]

[Now that we are in the formation of two armies, I will not kill King An’s thieves—I will not return home! ]

Qian Yiming suddenly stopped the car, sweating profusely.

Yun Wang's drama was full of murderous intent. He was enveloped in this strong hostility and was brought into Prince An unconsciously.

Yeluzheng, the king of An in Liaodong, rebelled and invaded the territory of the Song Dynasty, so he was called the thief of King An.

Qian Yiming rolled his throat and his voice was hoarse: "Where do you live?"

Yun Wang leaned out of the window, and the car stopped in the middle of the highway. Fortunately, there were not many cars at night, otherwise a traffic accident would have been inevitable.

He avoided Qian Yiming's question: "I'll drive."

Qian Yiming switched places with him in a daze. His summer clothes were soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to his skin.

Yun Wang was unfamiliar with driving the car forward slowly, turned off the opera, and fumbled to turn on the refrigeration.

"Is 26 degrees okay?"

"Anything is fine..." Qian Yiming took off his thin clothes and climbed into the packed luggage in the back seat to find new clothes.

After dragging my feet to replace it, I still dared not sit back down.

The atmosphere fell into a deathly silence. Qian Yiming was breathless due to the inexplicable pressure. His nose was sore and he couldn't help crying, venting the grievances and fears in his heart.

Yun Wang reached his hand to the back seat and patted Qian Yiming's head gently: "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't want to cry...Brother Qi said it was a conditioned reflex and I couldn't control it..."

Qian Yiming sobbed intermittently: "I can't stop..."

"Sit in front." Yun Wang retracted his arm: "I'm not good at driving, please teach me."

Qian Yiming sniffed to clear his nose and moved to the passenger seat at a snail's speed. While wiping his eyes, he explained carefully to Yun Wang.

Slowly, my mood calmed down.

"Where do you live? Blue Ocean Apartment?" Qian Yiming broke the casserole and asked.

He didn't understand the meaning of his question at the moment, but he just wanted to ask clearly.

"Don't know the location yet."

Yun Wang observed the traffic: "He Wenxin asked me to live with Shen Qiu."

The RV ahead slowed down a bit, and a head stuck out of the black glass window.

"Go to the service area and take a rest. Song Zhijie is carsick." Xiao Long shouted loudly.

Yun Wang stretched his arm out of the window and made an OK gesture.

Xiao Long shrank back.

Qian Yiming took out a wet tissue and wiped the mess on his face, and chatted calmly: "Why don't you live with Yun Xi and the others? I think the apartment is quite big."

Yun Wang smiled and said nothing. Cheng Xuansi's reaction was too much, and he didn't want to scare a junior of his age.

Qian Yiming looked at Yun Wang's raised corners of his mouth and suddenly felt a little sad.

"They won't let you stay, but I will let you stay. You come and sleep at my house."

"No, it's too much trouble for you."

"It's not troublesome." Qian Yiming emphasized: "It's not troublesome at all."

Yun Wang shook his head and followed the RV to park on the side of the road.

Qian Yiming lowered his head in despair. The last unpleasant visit must have hurt Yun Wang, and he felt very guilty.

The depressed mood didn't last long, and Song Zhijie became excited as he helped the tree to vomit.

Qian Yiming gloated and whistled loudly.

"Tsk!"

Xiao Long, who was holding water and towel, smacked his lips in warning.

Qian Yiming shrank his neck angrily.

"Swap with Qian Yiming." Xiao Long rubbed Song Zhijie's back.

When Qian Yiming heard this, his face wrinkled up: "I won't change! I get carsick too!"

"Stop making excuses and come down!" Xiao Long took a big step and opened the car door.

Qian Yiming smelled a strong smell of smoke from him and slowed down his breathing: "I'm allergic to smoke."

Xiao Long cast a shadow over Qian Yiming's head: "You're allergic, right? If you're not sick..."

"Let him come, no need to change." Yun Wang turned sideways to clear a gap in the back row.

Xiao Long looked at it, pulled out Qian Yiming and stuffed it into the crack. Soon after, he helped Song Zhijie and placed it properly in the passenger seat.

"If we keep at it, there will still be dozens of kilometers left."

"Okay, thank you." Song Zhijie closed his eyes weakly.

Xiao Long closed the car door: "Get ready to go!"