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

Ever since Qian Yiming passed out, it seemed that the whole world had become quiet.

Yunwang leisurely watched the scenery, recorded a section with his camera, and then took out the stove to cook lunch.

Time passes bit by bit.

There were many hard-working villagers in the crop fields, and a strong man greeted them warmly.

"Come to my house and eat something. What's the nutritional value of just eating instant noodles?"

Yun Wang smiled and waved his hand to decline: "Uncle, let's do it next time when you're full."

The strong man removed the weeds and chatted: "How many days are you going to play?"

"Two days, and I have to go to school on Monday."

"Okay, I'll come back after the long vacation." The uncle showed a simple smile and buried his head deep in cleaning.

The conversation between the two woke up Qian Yiming.

He slowly straightened up and looked at the noodles prepared for him in the bowl. The noodles were already lumpy and turned into a limp lump.

Qian Yiming poked with chopsticks and whispered: "Do you hate me too..."

She must hate him, so she scares him over and over again.

Yun Wang turned on the stove: "If you don't want to eat it, just put it on the floor and I'll make it for you again."

He doesn't have a good impression of "Qi Yanren"'s follower "Qian Yiming". Since the younger sister said he wanted to get to know each other again, he is trying his best to maintain a friendly relationship.

Qian Yiming silently turned off the fire, holding the bowl and biting into the noodles, tears streaming down his face.

He sniffed, wiped away his tears without saying a word, it must be that he cried all the time, and Yun Wang hated him because he was tired of it. He couldn't cry anymore.

But as I thought so in my heart, my tears fell straight down.

"what happened?"

When asked by Yun Wang, Qian Yiming couldn't help but feel aggrieved and vented his feelings as if he had opened a chat box.

"I'm not a person with abilities, and I don't have the ability to protect myself. It's so scary here, why can't I even cry?"

"If you ask Song Zhijie to come, he will definitely cry harder than me. He is the best at crying. Anyone who is afraid will cry. I am a little timid and cry a little more frequently. It is not my fault..."

Yun Wang watched Qian Yiming talking endlessly, and gradually overlapped with "Qian Yiming" who shot him with laser arrows on the battlefield.

"Can you use a bow and arrow?"

Qian Yiming stopped abruptly and shook his head blankly: "You want to play? My dad has a shooting range, I can take you there..."

"Stand up, we should go back." Yun Wang buried his head in packing his things.

Qian Yiming noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere and felt uneasy: "Are you going home?"

"Farmyard."

The corners of Qian Yiming's mouth dropped.

Yun Wang shouldered the big bag and said in a calm voice: "It's so dangerous here, how can you abandon your classmates and run away on your own?"

Qian Yiming was so ashamed that he couldn't speak. He really wanted to tell them the news, but he was extremely reluctant.

After bullying him in isolation for so long, and even taking him to a perverted village, Qian Yiming didn't want to care about them at all. But Yun Wang wanted to go back, so he could only follow him honestly.

Passing by the courtyard again on the way, Qian Yiming took a secret look.

This sight made him fall to the ground.

That dog...that dog was skinned and hung on an iron shelf filled with fresh bacon!

Yun Wang picked up Qian Yiming, whose body was limp, picked him up and walked towards the direction of the smell.

"Close your eyes."

Qian Yiming never recovered from the shock. He shrank his neck and pressed his face tightly against Yun Wang's chest.

When Yun Wang walked to the dry toilet, he saw many blowflies gathered in two long narrow gaps.

He stepped up the two stairs and looked in, meeting his eyes with a pair of dirty and muddy eyes.

Yun Wang observed without changing his expression, he saw that the man was deformed from head to toe and was forced into the pit by a huge force.

He gathered his long ice hands and wiped away the dirt on the corpse's face, then paused.

Tang Xing.