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

After dinner and tea, Qian Yiming lay lazily in the tent, sleepiness gradually sweeping over his body.

He didn't want to move at this moment, he just wanted to lie there and sleep through this unexperienced vacation.

But he was still sleepy, and the heat in his stomach made him a little upset.

Qian Yiming sat up, took off his clothes in one fell swoop, leaving only his shorts, and then slumped down.

Not long after, the sticky feeling on his back made him nervous again. He looked at Yun Wang, who was scooping out melted ice water from the large refrigeration vat and cleaning the pots and bowls carefully.

"Can you give me a piece of ice?"

Yun Wang turned his head: "Hot?"

Qian Yiming let out a dull "hmm".

Yun Wang put away the pots and pans, got into the tent, and zipped it up.

The space suddenly became dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Qian Yiming felt a stream of cool air, as comfortable as the cold air from an air conditioner. Just as he was about to fall into a deep sleep, a burst of earth-shattering snoring exploded like thunder, frightening Qian Yiming.

Realizing that the sound was coming from the bedroom, he covered his ears in pain.

The huge snoring sound was like a cannon, boom! Boom! There is absolutely no intention of stopping.

Qian Yiming's anger went straight to Tianling Gai, and he was no longer afraid of offending anyone, so he rushed out of the tent and headed towards the room.

Except for Xiao Long, who was making noise, Chu Nanzhou and Song Zhijie both sat up and stared at him motionless with straight faces.

Song Zhijie pursed his lips tightly and folded the bedding neatly.

Sheets, quilts, thin quilts, pillows...

He hugged them all and walked out of the room quickly, targeting exactly where Yun Wang was.

Qian Yiming was shocked, closed Xiao Long's door and ran into the tent first.

The cool air in the tent blew over Song Zhijie's face like a gauze, blowing up his sweat-soaked hair, which was tangled for a long time.

"I can help you with one thing, anything, in exchange for letting me stay for a few nights."

"No need." Qian Yiming stretched out his hand to unzip the zipper.

Song Zhijie clamped Qian Yiming's wrist with a sinister look in his eyes: "I didn't talk to you."

Qian Yiming twisted his arm forcefully: "I answered for Yun Wang, go away and don't disturb our sleep."

Song Zhijie couldn't help but throw the things in his hands into the tent and stepped in with his legs up.

"Don't be so shameless!" Qian Yiming was anxious, but he couldn't stop Song Zhijie even though he tried his best. He was shocked in his heart, how could a sissy be so strong!

Song Zhijie bent over and dragged Qian Yiming into the depths of the tent, clutching the quilt and lying down.

"You still have no shame!"

Seeing that his position was forcibly taken away, Qian Yiming was so angry that he cursed and cried.

"I stayed here first... You are so shameless, get out of here..."

Song Zhijie covered his head: "The transaction is effective."

Yun Wang thought for a moment, then silently pulled Qian Yiming to his side: "Where to sleep?"

Qian Yiming shed tears of grievance, looked at Song Zhijie, and pointed to the side of Yunwang.

Yun Wang moved towards the middle to make room: "Is it enough?"

Qian Yiming nodded, closed the zipper of the tent with a pout, and lay down close to the edge in the dark.

I didn't feel it just now, but now I feel very cold next to Yunwang.

Qian Yiming groped for Song Zhijie's thin quilt, pulled it over hard, and covered it from head to toe.

As time passed bit by bit, Qian Yiming's anger gradually subsided and he soon fell asleep.

I do not know how long it has been.

Yun Wang heard the steady breathing on both sides, turned the ring and disappeared into the tent.

The two cars in front of him parked quietly at the entrance of the village. He stepped forward and checked carefully. There was no problem.

Recalling the sound I heard for the first time, the scream was clearly mixed with the word "run".

Yun Wang walked slowly along the route he came from and arrived at the yard where the local dog was tied up. He leaned against the black fence gate and looked inside.

There is only a two-story white building here, which is very quiet.

He "squeaked" a few times, but he never called out the native dog.

Yun Wang took a few steps back, raised his head and stared quietly at the second floor of the small building. The colorful curtains that blocked the room did not close, but left a dark slit.

He looked at the gap, and the unknown darkness stared at him as well.

Suddenly, a cold hand touched his shoulder...