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

In the Jiang residence, in the magnificent bedroom.

Jiang Qianhe put his big hand on the crying woman's shoulder: "The military district has sent a message that Qiang Di was training new soldiers when the incident happened. This was not done by the Zhou family."

Wan Qintang dodged the touch and said sternly, "That's you! You want to embezzle my family's property!"

Jiang Qianhe's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "I think you have lost your mind. What nonsense are you talking about! Are we still going to separate?!"

Wan Qintang was stunned for a moment and covered his face helplessly.

"I... my mind is confused..."

Jiang Qianhe said in a deep voice: "I tell you clearly that I will not touch the Wan family's assets at all. What's yours is yours."

Hearing Wanru's words that drew a line between the two, Wan Qintang panicked: "Don't say that... I was wrong..."

"You don't have to do this. The word 'apology' doesn't even exist in your dictionary. It sounds fake." Jiang Qianhe said coldly, "I will get to the bottom of the Wan family's affairs. If you are not clear-headed, just stay out of it to avoid getting into trouble."

After saying that, he was about to leave. Wan Qintang hurriedly hugged him from behind, looking flustered: "Qianhe! I just couldn't accept it for a moment, I was confused!"

Jiang Qianhe sighed heavily and softened his attitude.

"I know you are sad, but I still want to remind you not to tell Jingchen about the decipherment of the ancient ruins. If he knew that the Wan family was in trouble because of this, he would blame himself."

Wan Qintang's thoughts suddenly became clear: "You mean someone is silencing me?!"

Jiang Qianhe turned around and looked into Wan Qintang's eyes: "Wan Shengnan came here and talked nonsense, and the spies heard it clearly. Unfortunately, the whole Tan Gong Bay has already known about it. Not to mention those far away, Xuanyuan Zhencang must have known about it, but has he come to see me?"

"Everyone knows that the result of the quarrel will only be a lose-lose situation. No one wants to see this situation, whether it is us or the indigenous tribes."

"Are people with special abilities like Qu Hui special? Are they the only ones who can crack it? No, Qintang."

Jiang Qianhe's earnest voice trembled slightly, "Others knew about it a long time ago but pretended not to know. But your sister is determined to turn the tables. She thought the natives would definitely take action to eliminate dissidents, so she wanted to strike first. Who would allow her to completely split the country?"

Wan Qintang's face turned pale and he fell down on the bed.

Jiang Qianhe slowly squatted down and held Wan Qintang's hand: "Our Jiang family was almost used as a gun by her. Do you still think that ordinary people can be wiped out as easily as before? You know Jingchen's situation in the military area. Do you want to see Jingchen die in this ridiculous civil war?"

"No!" Wan Qintang shouted out reflexively, his pupils trembling: "No!"

She held Jiang Qianhe's hand with her backhand and said with more strength: "Don't check it, let's not check it..."

The consequence of investigating to the end will only arouse public anger, and the country will be accused of splitting the country and become the target of public criticism.

She deeply understood that the Jiang family had no allies in this matter, and no one was willing to get involved in a dispute over something that happened ten thousand years ago.

Compared with the Wan family, Jingchen is the apple of her eye and her most precious treasure, and nothing can happen to him because of the Wan family.

Jiang Qianhe shook his head: "We have to check. I want to see who else besides the Zhou family is capable of destroying the Wan family in one fell swoop."

"Don't!" Wan Qintang said anxiously, his palms sweating.

Jiang Qianhe rubbed the tip of Wan Qintang's nose with his finger bone: "Why don't you usually act so timid? Have you forgotten what I said? You know, but you pretend not to know."

"But if you really don't know, then you are stupid."

......

Zhou house.

Zhou Fusheng handed the black gold sword to Song Zhijie: "Well done."

Song Zhijie's eyes were sharp as he gently stroked the sword that he had lost and found again. His sight gradually fell on the cold white fingers with distinct knuckle bones, and he was startled.

"Anything else?" Zhou Fusheng asked.

Song Zhijie pulled back his messy thoughts and looked at Zhou Fusheng, who looked a little tired: "What did you say just now?"

"If you have nothing to do, go back." Zhou Fusheng ordered him to leave and pushed the sword to him.

Song Zhijie felt the voice sounded familiar, so he took the sword and said calmly, "If the Jiang family finds out..."

"It's okay, Jiang Qianhe won't do anything to you."

"What about Wan Qintang..." Song Zhijie carefully identified Zhou Fusheng's voice and made small talk.

"You know it clearly in your heart, would you be afraid of a woman without support?"

Zhou Fusheng didn't notice anything strange about Song Zhijie. He slumped down in the rocking chair and closed his eyes.

Soon, two soft lips were pressed against his mouth, and his legs sank.

Zhou Fusheng opened his eyes and saw the other person also staring at him. They looked at each other in silence, as if time had stopped.

Song Zhijie stopped briefly and distanced himself slightly: "You look like someone I know."

"Who?" Zhou Fusheng remained calm and tried to stand up by holding the handrail.

Song Zhijie quickly grabbed his wrists and said firmly, "Yun Wang."

"Qiang Di's adjutant?" Zhou Fusheng laughed and used sharp words: "We look alike? Blind?"

"It's not the looks." Song Zhijie was not angry. He put his forehead against Zhou Fusheng's and rubbed his nose.

"It's a sound."

"There are so many people with similar voices." Zhou Fusheng turned his face away.

Song Zhijie couldn't help but open his clenched fist and said firmly: "The same goes for your hands?!"

He carefully observed Yun Wang's hand and found that the shape and finger bones of the hand were exactly the same, so he was certain in his mind.

Zhou Fusheng remained silent.

Song Zhijie put his arms around Zhou Fusheng's neck and rubbed his black hair with his index finger and thumb.

After a while, faint black marks appeared on the fingertips.

Song Zhijie curled the corners of his mouth, buried his head deep in his neck, and tried hard to absorb the cool air.

"Which side is the real you?"

"Ugly." Zhou Fusheng said lightly.

“I just like ugly ones.”

Song Zhijie couldn't control himself and bit the earlobe, rolling and grinding, and the person under him became restless.

Song Zhijie immediately gathered Zhou Fusheng's arms that were pushing him into his right palm and held them tightly. He then reached his left hand forcefully into his clothes and touched the familiar body.

"Does Qian Yiming know?" Song Zhijie panted lightly, trying hard to suppress his emotion.

Thinking of how the Zhou family had treated the Qian family so highly before, Song Zhijie felt displeased and pinched the nipple he had just rubbed as a punishment.

Zhou Fusheng pushed Song Zhijie away with all his strength, frowned and rubbed his chest. His weak body made him feel very painful from all the attacks.

"Come here, see the guests off!"

Song Zhijie was startled and wanted to cover his mouth but it was too late. Lu Chengyi jumped down from the third floor and "invited" him out.

The door closed tightly, isolating everything.

Song Zhijie couldn't help laughing out loud, unable to hide his joy at discovering the secret. He played with his sword and slowly left Tan Gong Bay.

The successful spread of homosexual information is closely related to the Zhou family. Yun Wang has been secretly helping him, but he only found out about it now.

Song Zhijie roared happily, and the firm idea in his heart now penetrated into his bones.

Must get him.