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

Zhu Ziye attended Yun Wang's funeral and remembered the face that defended the country clearly.

He took a deep breath and said politely, "I will follow your instructions."

"Remediation."

Yun Wang leaned over, turned Yan Fei, whose eyes were out of focus, over, pulled out the object that was bothering him and crushed it.

Qian Yiming snatched the wet wipe from Shen Qiu's hand and carefully wiped Yun Wang's wet fingertips.

"I also want a wooden man." Yun Wang suggested.

Zhu Ziye was stunned. It was obvious that he wanted to exchange someone's soul, and it must be Ji Yao.

But he had no grudge against Ji Yao. During the war, that man neither robbed him of his money nor forced him to fight.

Zhu Ziye still has a good impression of this person, so the Zhu family is also on the side of [not killing].

But facing Zhou Fusheng, his position cannot be too clear. Who knows what this person who is obviously a person with special abilities but uses the surname of a native of the Zhou family is thinking.

Yun Wang was too harsh when he was in power, and he was too domineering. Compared with Ji Yao, who treated his compatriots with courtesy and gave them room for maneuver, it was obvious who he favored.

Zhu Ziye said tactfully: "The blank soul will develop self-awareness. I am afraid that I will not be able to control it in the future, so I can only clear it."

"If Ji Yao dies, hundreds of millions of people will definitely find ways to avenge him, which will trigger another brutal war."

“No problem.” Yun Wang could tell that he didn’t want to give it to her, and said meaningfully: “Isn’t Ji Yixiao a descendant of the royal family? Since you value bloodline…”

Zhu Ziye's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a palm-sized wooden man and almost forced it into Yun Wang's hand.

"Bury it in the soil when not in use. If it is accidentally replaced, draw some facial features on yourself and call me." Zhu Ziye stressed.

What Ji Yao, what compatriots, whether Yixiao can get to the top depends on Yun Wang.

Yun Wang said "hmm" lightly and played with the joints of the wooden man.

Zhu Ziye waited for a moment, and seeing that there was no other explanation, he said, "Then I will go and do my work for you first."

"Yan Fei sent me."

"Whatever." Zhu Ziye didn't care and turned and left.

When the atmosphere calmed down, Yun Wang looked at Qian Yiming who was wiping endlessly: "It hurts."

Qian Yiming's heart trembled. The mere word "pain" made him feel numb, and he subconsciously pinched his slender fingertips.

"Does it really hurt that much?"

"pain."

Qian Yiming couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and pinched with his cold white fingers.

"pain."

Qian Yiming was so happy that his eyes were shining, and he was about to press it again.

"Stop playing around!" Shen Qiu forcefully separated the two people. This flirting-like feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Shen Qiu casually picked out a suit from the hanger and threw it to Yan Fei: "I won't care about you next time."

Yan Fei blushed and quickly changed into bright and beautiful clothes, staring at Yun Wang timidly.

"Thank you."

Yun Wang waved his hand, pulled out a chair and sat down, quietly enjoying the meal he brought.

Yan Fei looked at the face reflected in the mirror and suddenly realized that he had seen this person before, a long time ago.

Yun Xi's brother is the well-known Mr. Zhou.

He was an upright man, had made great military achievements, and had done a lot of good things for the people.

The key is that he is of noble status, and can protect him and his shattered dignity...

Thinking of this, Yan Fei dragged his tired body to Yun Wang, clenched his palms again and again, and then calmed down.

"I want to follow you and do whatever you want."

"You're dreaming!" Qian Yiming pushed him away with all his strength. The joy he had previously shown disappeared, replaced by intense anger.

How dare you rob someone in front of him?

Shen Qiu grabbed Yan Fei and pushed him out of the dressing room with a stern face.

"I know what you're thinking. No one in the entertainment industry will touch you anymore. You can go back to your previous life with your own abilities."

Yan Fei lowered his voice: "I don't want to be an artist anymore. I don't want to please those useless people anymore."

He spoke frankly, "I know you use your ability to sneak back home every day. We all know how you got your ability. As long as you follow Yun Wang, both strength and dignity will be easy, not to mention endless money."

Hearing this, Shen Qiu had a blank expression on his face, but a hint of anger was visible: "If you want to follow Yun Wang, you must be valuable. He is not Zhu Ziye, so why should he help you?"

"Then why should he help you?!"

Yan Fei glanced at Shen Qiu's cool and delicate features: "What you have, I have too. I am not worse than you in appearance, and my skills must be better than yours."

Shen Qiu's eyes turned cold, and he slowly approached Yan Fei, raised his hand to strangle the other's throat and pressed him against the wall.

"You know what? I wanted to kill you the day you insulted He Wenxin. Yun Wang is my bottom line, so stay away from him, otherwise..."

"Shen Qiu! It's your turn!" The woman pretended she saw nothing and left after shouting.

Shen Qiu lowered his arms, straightened his suit, and stepped forward.