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

The underground casino has a hot and noisy atmosphere, filled with shirtless men playing until they are covered in sweat.

"Brother Yun, I don't want any cosmetics..." Jin Yan was timid.

Yun Wang held Jin Yan's arm tightly and led him inside: "Aren't you going to a tutoring class?"

Jin Yan curled her lips and cried: "I will never lie again, I don't want to go in."

"Jin Yan!"

Song Zhijie, who was playing roulette, waved with a smile, and then someone brought out piles of brand-name cosmetics.

He picked up the handbag and handed it under Jin Yan's eyes: "Take it, Brother Song gave it to me."

Jin Yan looked at Yun Wang hesitantly, with the word "want" almost written all over her face.

She thought this person was lying to her, but she didn't expect to actually give it to her.

"Take it." Song Zhijie couldn't help but put it into Jin Yan's hand: "If you encounter any difficulties again, come here to find me."

Yun Wang was ignored by him and ignored him at all.

Jin Yan half-pushed and half-heartedly accepted it, and looked at Yun Wang again.

The latter turned around and left. Jin Yan was anxious and quickly followed him. When he stepped out the door, Yun Wang had disappeared.

Jin Yan sat down on the ground and cried loudly.

Song Zhijie helped Jin Yan up and gently wiped away her tears: "I know you want cosmetics because you want to look better. It's for Yun Wang to see. You're not greedy for other people's things."

Jin Yan was full of grievances and nodded heavily: "But I don't have any money. When I borrow it from you, I remember that I have an account book and I will pay it back in the future..."

"No need to pay it back." Song Zhijie curled up the corners of his mouth and stroked his face, which was still sullen without any makeup.

"But Yunwang doesn't like pretty ones, he likes something else."

"What else?"

Song Zhijie leaned close to Jin Yan's ear and whispered.

"Ah!" Jin Yan covered her face in shame and whispered: "I tried, but..."

Song Zhijie's sinister look disappeared in an instant, and his tone was calm: "You are too unfamiliar and it will make people uncomfortable. Can I find someone to teach you?"

"This...can you teach me this?" Jin Yan rubbed her palms nervously.

"Of course, that's how everyone comes here." Song Zhijie took Jin Yan's hand and led him into the casino's darkroom.

Jin Yan panicked. She didn't dare to go in: "I won't learn from you, so let go."

Song Zhijie clenched his fingers with cold eyes.

"Jin Yan."

Yun Wang stood not far away, his voice cold.

Song Zhijie saw Wen Nu on his face for the first time, and silently let go of Jin Yan, who was struggling.

Jin Yan didn't want anything and ran straight into Yun Wang's arms, crying: "Brother Yun, I was wrong..."

Yun Wang sent Jin Yan home, and the next second he appeared in front of Song Zhijie, grabbed his neck, lifted him to the alley and pressed him hard against the wall, then opened his mouth and bit Song Zhijie's lips.

"No!" Song Zhijie trembled all over and pushed away with all his strength.

Yun Wang twisted his arms and pinned them above his head, biting his neck with his head sideways, like a wild beast catching its prey, its sharp teeth piercing the skin.

"It hurts!" Song Zhijie roared.

Yun Wang ignored him, his throat rolled, and he kept swallowing blood.

"That's enough! I won't touch them again!"

Song Zhijie tried his best to break free and picked at Yun Wang's teeth.

Yun Wang took a step back and watched coldly as Song Zhijie, who had lost too much blood, slipped weakly to the ground, jumped up, and disappeared without a trace in a few steps.

Song Zhijie gasped and took out his cell phone to find someone for treatment, staring gloomily in the direction he left.

After waiting for a while, he entered the casino, opened the secret door, walked down the stairs, passed through the long white passage, and his view gradually broadened.

In the endless training room, there are all kinds of training equipment. The ability users are sweating profusely. They all nodded when they saw Song Zhijie.

Song Zhijie put on his sportswear, put on his boxing gloves, and vented wildly on the sandbags.

He wants to become stronger, stronger than Yun Wang, and by then, he will naturally get what he wants.