What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

Fu Ying poured boiling water into the thermos, carried it into the bathroom, and walked towards the sofa.

"Although I am not qualified to say this, I hope that you can bury the past in your future life." She squatted down and stared at Song Shu closely, "I know you have been working hard, Xiao Shu."

"Just... don't make me go through what I just did again."

Song Shu: "I know."

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then her tone became more relaxed: "In fact, you've already died with me once."

Fu Ying leaned over to kiss her, and said word by word: "I am willing to die with you countless times."

She wanted to pick Song Shu up, but Song Shu thought she was going to do something, so he pulled her hand down and dodged the kiss: "No."

Fu Ying: “…I didn’t intend to do anything.”

Song Shu changed into slippers, carried her clothes and went to the bathroom. Fu Ying turned around and watched her close the door, then picked up a small stool and sat outside.

A little worried.

She listened to the sound of water and the blurry figures inside, and asked, "Xiao Shu, what do you want to eat?"

Song Shu said inside: "Turkey noodles, I want spicy ones."

Fu Ying rubbed his brows and asked, "Then I'll make you another sweet soup and cook a few non-spicy dishes?"

"It will be all right."

Fu Ying got up to get food from the refrigerator and heard a knock on the door.

She froze, her eyes suddenly became sharp, she closed the refrigerator, walked towards the door, and a long knife appeared silently in her hand.

The moment she opened the door, she pointed the blade at the person who came in, directly at Shaffer's heart.

When Shaffer saw her in the house, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "They said you lived with my sister, and it turned out to be true."

Fu Ying said expressionlessly: "She is busy, what do you want?"

Xia Fu smiled faintly: "Don't worry about what happens between me and my sister."

She stretched out two fingers to push the blade pointed at her heart, but Fu Ying did not give her face and remained motionless.

Shaffer's face flashed with impatience: "Don't show off here. I know you are powerful, but it is not difficult for my people to directly massacre your base."

"Then you must be prepared for everyone to die." Fu Ying said calmly, "Even if you are Song Shu's relative, I will still kill you."

Shaffer took a step back and said curiously, "It seems that you have a good relationship with my sister. This is surprising. She never makes friends and is like a taciturn person."

Fu Ying: "It's better to say that the people she met before were not worthy of being her friends."

Shaffer stared at her and said indifferently, "Really?"

The woman in front of him with shoulder-length hair exuded a fierce aggressive aura. Fu Ying had lived in the apocalypse for four years and knew best that people who were decisive in killing could live longer.

"Okay, kid, you're not even twenty years old yet, are you?" Shaffer said indifferently, "Don't stand here blocking people, you look like a guard dog."

The black long knife suddenly pierced Xia Fu's heart, but the latter reacted faster than her. The shadow on the ground immediately popped out to block the sharp blade. Fu Ying did not delay and rushed forward to punch Xia Fu in the face!

Xia Fu blocked her punch, gave a sarcastic smile, and kicked Fu Ying's calf!

……

Song Shu feels that the three most comfortable things in the world are eating, sleeping and taking a bath.

If I had to add one more, it would be sleeping with Fu Ying now.

She wiped her body in front of the mirror, looked at her smooth, white arms, and couldn't help but fall into the past.

She still remembered how she had cut open her original scars with a knife after awakening her special powers, and waited for them to heal bit by bit, enduring the pain until her skin returned to its original appearance without any scars.

That was probably the most painful afternoon she had ever experienced.

But it feels refreshing and great. If you want to solve a problem, you always have to pay a price.

Song Shu changed into her pajamas and planned to ignore everything from then on. As for those people like Xia Fu who had just been let in, if they dared to do anything, she would not let Fu Ying hold back.

Thinking this, she opened the bathroom door to let out the heat and used a hair dryer to blow her hair.

Bang! Bang! In the corridor outside the door, Xia Fu used his shadow to restrain Fu Ying's hands and feet, and hit her abdomen twice.

Fu Ying sneered, activated her supernatural power to extract the hatred in Xia Fu's spirit crystal, and took advantage of the moment when her body was stiff to capture her memories -

A handsome man with a hideous face due to anger used a belt to whip a woman curled up on the ground. A girl about ten years old stood beside her mother and was also whipped.

The seven-year-old child holding a cigarette walked up to the girl covered in scars with his eyes wide open. She tore the cigarette off his hand, dipped it in hot sauce and coaxed her into eating it, showing a malicious smile to the crying sister.

The girl, who was gradually becoming taller, had a gloomy face and was bent over the table, writing high school math problems, writing furiously. Her ten-year-old sister, who was covered in dirt, timidly entered her room and handed her a painting in her hand.

She tore up the painting without even looking at it, and started to curse at her. Her sister burst into tears, but she was frightened into shutting up by her scissors. She ran out of the door in a panic, but she tripped over the threshold and fell heavily. She only heard a cold and rude laugh.

The scene changed again. The sixteen-year-old girl had a big quarrel with her stepfather who came home drunk after losing money in gambling. She knocked him unconscious with a bottle of wine, and left the house carrying a suitcase under the distressed gaze of her mother.

When the taxi passed by the junior high school, she took a glance and saw her younger sister, who was just attending a girls' middle school, being surrounded by five or six people at the alley. She was huddled against the wall and was being slapped on the face, with her school uniform soiled.

Wait. The girl said to the driver, who turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road. She asked the driver to wait here for a few minutes, got out of the car and walked towards the alley. She saw the girls leaving the alley and running from the sidewalk to the opposite side of the road, laughing.

She saw her sister with disheveled hair, wiping the chalk dust off her face with her dirty school uniform jacket, wiping her eyes as she walked in the opposite direction, carrying a schoolbag that she didn't want because she thought it was tacky.

She walked forward a few steps, watched her sister leave, stood there for a while, and returned to the taxi. The driver asked her where she was going and whether her parents were worried.

She looked at the little figure blocked by traffic in the rearview mirror and said calmly, "My dad is dead." The driver sighed sympathetically.

Fu Ying suddenly heard an angry curse, and then was punched in the cheek!

Xia Fu's eyes were full of murderous intent. Even though her body was covered with wounds from the black mist, she stretched out her hands and wanted to strangle the person who had casually snooped into her memory!

Fu Ying also struggled to break free from the black shadow's restraints. The hatred she drew out pulled at her heart. She pulled hard and saw Xia Fu's face turn red instantly!

"Stop hitting me!" Song Shu's sharp voice echoed in the ears of the two. Xia Fu was kicked on the waist. She suddenly let go and rolled to the wall.

Fu Ying also let go of that trace of hatred at the right time, the black mist dissipated, and Song Shu's puzzled and shocked face appeared in front of her.

"Two purple monsters, close combat?" she said, "Are you two sick?"

Fu Ying lay on the ground and opened her arms towards Song Shu.

Song Shu also kicked Fu Ying, but not as hard as Xia Fu: "Get up, what are you fighting here for?"

Fu Ying sat up, grabbed Song Shu's hand and said in a low voice: "She hit me."

Shaffer touched his waist, the corners of his mouth twitching violently.

This shameless and low EQ woman, who hit who first?