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

Elegant clubhouse, hidden dressing room.

The face in the mirror is enchanting, and the long dark hair is cascading down like a waterfall, shining with a jet-black luster.

The skin is as white as jade, without any blemishes, as if it was carved from the finest white jade, with a faint luster.

Wearing a slim long skirt, the skirt is fluttering, seemingly invisible, and cleverly outlines the tall and slender figure.

The charming manager looked at it for a moment, put down the brush in his hand, and said with a flattering smile: "Are you still satisfied?"

"satisfy."

Song Zhijie took out the second money card and put it on the table: "One is ugly, with cold white skin, and the other is wretched. They came an hour ago. If these two people order service, call me."

In such a place where three religions and nine schools are mixed, Qian Yiming, who brings people to prostitutes, will definitely not use his real name. Since his father has transformed into a hypocrite, the most important thing is image and reputation.

The manager put away the card with a smile on his face and said yes repeatedly.

In the leisure hall, people after bathing sat together in twos and threes, talking and talking.

The content of the chat ranges from family affairs to national affairs, domestic and foreign political situations, economic development, or some hot social events.

It was mixed with dissatisfaction and complaints about the country, and some echoed the remarks of Vice Chairman Military Week.

"If you ask me, we should attack the foreign countries and rob them of their resources. Why should we be blamed for the affairs of other dimensions?"

"That's right! This is not a national war, this is Te Niang's war for all mankind. Oh, when they fall into our country, they don't care about it. They don't even see a support team. It's nice to be an outsider!"

"The support team is still here. They don't sell their weapons to us anymore. They are a bunch of wolf-hearted people. We didn't support them when they were in trouble. It's better now. The door is locked and no one hears what's going on outside the window."

Qian Yiming listened with great interest, and the melon seeds crackled.

"Mr. Qian, the fruit plate you asked for, and the snacks and longevity noodles our manager gave you."

The waiter curved her mouth gently, facing the customer who was delivering a cake for the first time, and a warm current filled her heart.

Not defective, not inferior materials, not bitten, not mixed with foreign matter, but a complete, sweet cake.

"Have a heart."

Qian Yiming took the fruit from the waiter and placed it in front of Yun Wang.

"How's it going? Does it feel comfortable?"

Yun Wang picked up the noodles and said with a smile: "Not bad, my hands are very strong."

Qian Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. The specially selected male technicians were afraid that the strength of the female technicians would not work on people with abilities.

And he didn't want a woman to give Yun Wang a massage.

Qian Yiming felt very depressed when he thought of the man selling his package to Yun Wang just now, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the skin under Yun Wang's loose bathrobe.

White and smooth, smooth lines, tight muscles, every muscle is full of strength, all showing masculine charm.

Qian Yiming opened his bathrobe and stared at his sloppy belly. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and tightened his belt.

At this time, a group of men with big bellies walking past, uttering obscenities.

Qian Yiming's little sense of inferiority disappeared, and he thought that luckily it didn't end like that, Lu Lu Tie could still save it.

"Lao Ji said that they met a top-notch man who dressed up as a woman and didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He asked us to go and have fun too."

The group of middle-aged men chatted with each other.

"Oh, you're so professional, and you even look good."

"Isn't that right? If you're well served, don't pick at me and give me a little extra tip."

"Don't talk about serving me, just dressing up like a girl for him, I have to give him some stuff."

"Where to plug it?"

"Where are you talking about? Hahahaha..." The speaker coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Qian Yiming had goosebumps on his skin and felt that the wooden board under his butt was burning. He immediately stood up and saw Yun Wang next to him following him.

"Where are you going?" Qian Yiming raised his hand to hold her.

"Go to the bathroom and wait for me here."

"Oh." Qian Yiming pinched the grapes and put them into his mouth.

In the huge suite, a large round table with round glass turned slowly.

Lying on the table was a tightly tied man, his thin skirt torn in tatters, exposing his privacy in a shameful posture.

His body was trembling slightly, and he closed his eyes not to look at the people surrounding him around the table, waiting for the invasion.

An icy blade emerged from Yun Wang's palm.

"Who! How did he get in!"

Yun Wang remained silent. He turned back to cover the crumbling door, pulled open his bathrobe, and stabbed it into his chest, causing blood to flow.

"I rely on!"

"Damn crazy!"

"If you want to die, get out and die!"

Those people were so frightened that they cursed and their faces turned pale.

Yun Wang came closer, his fingers reached into the wound, and he tore open the skin bit by bit, revealing the blurred texture of blood and flesh.

"Holy crap... vomit..."

They couldn't stand it anymore, so they hurriedly wrapped themselves in clothes and ran out of the room, leaving only two people in the room.

Yun Wang pulled off the hemp rope that bound Song Zhijie, gently raised his chin, and picked out the ball in his mouth.

"You want to surprise us by dressing up like this?"

Song Zhijie slowly took off his fake long hair and wiped his dirty face with disgust, wiping off his makeup as well.

"How long have you been looking here?" Song Zhijie's voice was cold.

Yun Wang knew that Xiaocai was his spy, so he must have known that he would not let them live happily.

Song Zhijie didn't expect that the manager would be so stupid. He actually recognized the wrong person and sent him into the abyss of filth. He tried his best and failed to escape.

Even if he named the son of the Song family, it would not help. Low-level cockroaches like them had no idea about the surnames and status of the upper-class families.

"I just arrived, so I didn't see much."

Yun Wang took off his blood-stained bathrobe, and the black suit with gold patterns fell down in the breeze. He placed the robe beside Song Zhijie and stepped forward.

Song Zhijie suddenly panicked and propped up his battered body.

"Don't leave."

"I won't tell you." Yun Wang looked serious.

Song Zhijie stumbled under the table and grabbed Yun Wang's ankle tightly.

"Wash it for me."

Yun Wang leaned over and pinched Song Zhijie's hand: "You call someone, Qian Yiming is still waiting. He will find him when he gets impatient."

Song Zhijie increased the strength of his fingers, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"I can't let them see..."

Yun Wang noticed his red eyes and thought about it.

"Then wait for me for a while."

Not long after Yun Wang went out, he saw Qian Yiming with a frightened look on his face. He was shivering like a baby bird and deliberately avoiding all kinds of touches.

"Saw?"

Hearing the sound, Qian Yiming's back stiffened and he turned his head blankly: "I..."

Dinner spurted out of his mouth and he couldn't stop it.

Song Zhijie was actually...He was Song Zhijie! Song Zhijie, who is in charge of the Song family!

Yun Wang waited for Qian Yiming to spit it out: "You go home first."

Qian Yiming straightened up and ran away without even changing his clothes. He just wanted to escape from this disgusting club as soon as possible.