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

Times Community, inside the villa.

“Healing and resurrection.”

Ji Yixiao crossed her arms and vomited softly, leaving the villa the moment Song Zhijie opened his eyes.

Yun Wang handed over the black gold sword: "Send it to you."

Song Zhijie threw it away and said with a cold face: "I will not let Qian Yiming go, please don't bribe me."

Yun Wang picked up the sword and was about to put it away. Song Zhijie suddenly jumped up and snatched it away, then placed it unnaturally at his side.

"Am I in Times Community?"

"Ah."

Song Zhijie frowned slightly and couldn't help but cast his gaze out the window.

"Song Huaizhou doesn't know." Yun Wang helped him up: "I'll take you back to the dormitory."

Song Zhijie grabbed Yun Wang's hand and uttered three words cowardly and weakly.

"I am afraid…"

"Don't be ridiculous." Yun Wang leaned over to pick up Song Zhijie.

Song Zhijie rolled away and pulled Yun Wang to his eyes with his backhand, his eyes cold.

"I'll sleep here tonight, and you stay with me, otherwise I'll go find Qian Yiming to settle the score when I leave the house."

Yun Wang laughed, too soft to be too hard.

He lay down helplessly, and Song Zhijie hugged him tightly, deeply smelling the breath on Yun Wang's neck.

The room was quiet and dim, making people's senses more acute.

Song Zhijie couldn't help but feel a little restless and breathed heavily.

Yun Wang felt that his neck was wet and itchy, and he turned to the side.

Song Zhijie followed closely, lowered his head, and brushed the cold white neck with the tip of his tongue.

"Can we try it once?"

"Can't try." Yun Wang distanced himself.

Song Zhijie lifted Yun Wang's clothes regardless, and kissed her closely from his collarbone.

Yun Wang held his head, Song Zhijie raised his hand, grabbed Yun Wang's hand and pressed it into the pillow, got out of his clothes and kissed his upper lip, passionately.

But the man's teeth were clenched so tightly that Song Zhijie couldn't pry it open with his tongue, so he simply picked at it with his fingers.

After a while.

Song Zhijie collapsed on one side, his voice dull.

"You don't like me because I'm not good-looking?"

Yun Wang laughed and repeated: "Don't be kidding."

Strangely enough, he couldn't catch Qiang Di's jokes, but Song Zhijie's jokes were all right.

Song Zhijie rolled his throat and suddenly remembered what Yun Wang said to the rabbit-faced man in Chifeng Village.

"You really can't do it?"

"Well, I won't do it." Yun Wang said seriously.

Song Zhijie sighed in despair, staring straight at Yun Wang's side face, and gently touched the red lips that he had just moistened with his fingers.

Cool and soft.

His fingers slid down the throat, collarbone, chest, waist and abdomen, pinching here and there dishonestly, and then held Yun Wang's hand and raised it into the air, tracing the outline one by one.

Slender and slender, with smooth skin, short nails, and neatly trimmed.

Song Zhijie couldn't help but think of that night, his cheeks felt hot.

He still couldn't believe that Yun Wang couldn't do it. He must have tricked him to reject him. Yun Wang was a shameless person who couldn't say anything. He always liked to play tricks on others.

Song Zhijie slowly bit Yun Wang's finger into his mouth, swirling the tip of his boneless tongue in a teasing manner.

Suddenly, the fingers suddenly penetrated deep into his throat.

"vomit--"

Song Zhijie retched after being hit like this, and a slight chuckle sounded in his ears.

He clenched his fists, turned to Yun Wang with a sullen face, stared into his eyes and said seriously.

"I can."

"What can it be?" Yun Wang was puzzled.

"Double 1." Song Zhijie lowered his body to resist Yun Wang: "I'll hit you."

Yun Wang took a breath and his eyes became cold.

"Wow-wow-"

The hoarse cry interrupted Yun Wang's murderous thoughts. Song Zhijie raised his finger, and a crow flew in from the window and landed on his fingertips.

Song Zhijie took out the message on his claw, glanced at it, and sneered.

"Deserved it."

Yun Wang took out the note and frowned slightly.

One ran away.

His brain was running rapidly, and then he sent a message to Qiang Di, picked up his sword and hugged Song Zhijie for a few steps, stepped on the window and jumped up.

midair.

Song Zhijie was in a very low mood, knowing that Yun Wang would go to Qian Yiming to help him wipe his ass later.

He put his arms around Yun Wang's neck, used his arms to push himself up, and moved his lips.

Yun Wang side began: "It blocks the view."

Song Zhijie refused to give up, held Yun Wang's face and kissed it.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them hit the building hard and both rolled to the ground.

Yun Wang lifted Song Zhijie's dislocated arm, lifted the wrist, and connected the bone.

The sudden severe pain caused Song Zhijie to gasp, and the flesh of his cheeks trembled.

"You deliberately."

Yun Wang was very innocent: "I told you that you were blocking the view."

Song Zhijie climbed up with difficulty, dragging his sore body towards Yingjiang with a cold face.

"Do you still need me to send you off?" Yun Wang asked loudly.

Song Zhijie showed his middle finger without looking back and walked forward at a fast pace.

Not long after.

"Send..." Song Zhijie turned around, and the man had already disappeared.

His nose felt sore, and his eyes quickly filled with tears. He gently placed his fingers on the black gold sword at his waist, holding back the tears.

This sword finally truly belonged to him. It was not snatched from him, but given to him voluntarily.

Thinking of this, the depression in Song Zhijie's heart dissipated a lot.