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

Yingjiang dormitory.

"Wow-wow-"

The crow's rough, hoarse voice sounded.

Song Zhijie woke up from his sleep, jumped out of bed, opened the window and took out the note.

【Run! 】

Song Zhijie's pupils shrank suddenly, he took out the diamond-encrusted black sword under his pillow and rushed out of the dormitory door. Just as he put his fingers to his mouth to blow the command, the back of his head, shoulders and neck sank, and his vision dimmed.

Qian Yiming gasped and threw away the big stone, and dragged Song Zhijie, who was out of breath, outside the school.

"Open the talisman array."

"Yes."

……

Wow!

Song Zhijie woke up suddenly, and the severe pain in the back of his head made him gasp.

He looked around weakly, and the red light enveloped the entire room, filling it with an eerie and gloomy atmosphere, as frightening as purgatory.

He was tied to a steel frame, his wrists were hung above his head by handcuffs, and his feet were also firmly locked.

"I advise you to think about the consequences of doing this." Song Zhijie was weak, and his blurred vision fell on Qian Yiming's waist: "Return the sword to me, let me go, and I will forget the past."

Qian Yiming threw away the water basin, turned around and stirred the torture instruments in the brazier, pulled out the red-hot iron, and slowly walked towards Song Zhijie.

"Am I easy to bully? Time and again, even my father's funeral has to be disrupted. Are you human?"

"I don't understand what you are saying, let me go!"

Feeling the heat, Song Zhijie struggled hard and used all his strength, and his wrists soon became bloody.

The core is clearly a money-loving family, and even the Zhou family awarded them special medals. Who would find it difficult to go against all the upper class.

Qian Yiming coldly put the iron on Song Zhijie's chest without hesitation, and...

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Song Zhijie's face turned pale in pain, and he tried desperately to get out, but the iron frame was shaking greatly.

Qian Yiming stepped on the shelf that was about to collapse, held the iron iron and pressed harder.

"Just wait for me...wait for me...wait..."

Song Zhijie no longer had the strength to shout, gasping for breath weakly.

"I'm waiting." Qian Yiming threw away the iron, picked up the bow and arrow and stood far away, aiming at Song Zhijie's leg.

whoosh-

The arrow flew past his thigh.

Qian Yiming drew another feather arrow, set it up, closed one eye, and shot it again towards the living target.

whoosh-

Song Zhijie groaned, his figure trembling unconsciously, he raised his eyes full of hatred, his eyes were blood red.

whoosh-

Song Zhijie clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth without saying a word.

whoosh-

The sharp arrow dug deeply into his neck. Song Zhijie lowered his head heavily and opened his mouth half-open. The blood gushing from his throat dripped down and there was no movement.

Qian Yiming put down his bow and arrow and held Song Zhijie's face to test his breathing.

died.

His teeth were grinding together and his expression was ferocious. How could he die like this!

Qian Yiming took out his cell phone with a cold face and prepared to contact Ji Bin.

boom!

"Master, Mr. Yun is here."

Xiaocai rushed in the door in a panic, and took a deep breath when she saw the person who had been tortured to death.

He ran to the military area to find Yun Wang at a sprint speed of 100 meters, and came back in the blink of an eye, but it was still a step too late.

Qian Yiming turned around and subconsciously retreated into the shadows, avoiding Yun Wang's strange eyes.

Yun Wang expressionlessly pulled out the arrowhead from Song Zhijie's body, broke the shackles, picked it up and left.

"Yun...Yun Wang." Qian Yiming's courage and anger disappeared, and the enemy-like gaze deeply hurt his heart.

"Song Zhijie didn't do it. You found the wrong person." Yun Wang said.

"No?" Xiao Cai was confused. She even thought it was Young Master Song who was causing trouble, so she hurriedly killed the refugees before they revealed too much. Who would have thought that she and Qian Yiming had misunderstood.

"There is someone else." Yun Wang had the answer in his heart.

Qian Yiming felt that the bow in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. When his fingertips loosened, it made a dull sound.

He explained incoherently: "I...I didn't mean to do this. I thought it was him...him..."

Yun Wang looked at the bow and arrow quietly, it was fate, God's will and man could not do it.

He took out the black gold sword from Qian Yiming's waist: "Weapons must be used, this one is not suitable for you."

After that, he left quickly.

……

Zhou house.

Jiang Ruanruan took out the buzzing mobile phone: "What's the matter?"

"Madam, young... young master, please come back quickly!"

Drunken Die was so frightened that he could not speak coherently and told the whole story intermittently.

"almost there!"

Jiang Ruanruan hung up the phone, her face full of apologies: "I'm sorry, Miss Zhou, I'll take my leave now and come back to visit another day."

Zhou Linglong looked at the message from Yun Wang: "I heard that you used to be in the national archery team, right?"

Jiang Ruanyuan nodded.

"Give me a moment."

Zhou Linglong walked into Zhou Chuhong's room and took out the sealed compound bow. Then she picked up the neatly arranged metal arrows and metal arrow shafts from the cabinet, arranged them together in a large iron box, and came to Jiang Ruanruan holding them in her arms.

"This is my uncle's bow and arrow. I have no talent or strength to use it, so I give it to you."

Jiang Ruanruan's eyes widened in shock. Vice Chairman Zhou's relics...

She calmed down and lowered her upper body respectfully, as if taking over a heavy responsibility.

Jiang Ruanruan's eyes were firm and sonorous: "I will not let it be buried in the world, I will let it play its due role."

"Okay." Zhou Linglong smiled happily.

……