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

"Do you think Wang Sheng is trustworthy?"

In response to Fu Ying's simple question, Song Shu quickly responded, "I can believe it, but I can't completely trust it at the moment."

"You don't let me tell you about my abilities, and I know why." She opened a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips and started to eat them. "But it's better to have a companion now than to have none at all."

Fu Ying leaned on the sofa and frowned, "Can you copy Wang Sheng's ability?"

Song Shu turned sideways and looked at her.

"I know what you're thinking," Song Shu said, "I tried it, and it didn't work."

"I can copy the same food by staring at it, but I can't copy Wang Sheng's ability directly by staring at him." She said, "To copy your ability, I also need to hold the small dagger."

"Then touch me and pinch my hand." Fu Ying said in a deep voice, "Let's try it now and see if you can directly copy the supernatural power by touching me."

Song Shu put down the bag of potato chips, held her fingers directly, and released his mental power seriously and attentively. A strange electric current seemed to pass through his heart.

Copy it, copy it...

Somehow, her spirit crystal faintly resonated with Fu Ying's spirit crystal. Even though Fu Ying's spirit crystal was embedded in her heart, she could still feel its appearance.

When sorting out the spirit crystal bag before, Song Shu discovered that the spirit crystals of the psychic were smooth but irregular crystals.

The weird crystal had something protruding from the inside out, like countless dense thorns, and it was a bit creepy to hold in the hand.

Song Shu sensed the crystal stone that was glowing with a seductive purple light, and a black shadow seemed to be faintly visible in the center of the crystal stone...

Suddenly, there was a slight stabbing pain in my heart, and the shadow in the purple spirit crystal gradually became clearer, with a little bit of scarlet light surging in it...

An extremely dangerous aura came over him, and a tingling and burning sensation surged all over his body - Song Shu suddenly let go of Fu Ying's fingers, still in shock, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

Her vision darkened, and her cheek fell into the cool, smooth fabric.

Fu Ying gently stroked her back, put a blue spirit crystal into her hand, and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay."

Song Shu subconsciously clenched the spirit crystal to absorb it, feeling a little dazed.

"You...is your ability so fierce?" She murmured, "Not only does it not want me to sense it, it also wants to bite me back."

Before Fu Ying could reply, Song Shu smiled bitterly again: "Forget it, my ability is not strong enough to control it."

"My powers are quite fierce," Fu Ying admitted, "After all, I rely on people's negative emotions to have such a powerful ability."

Song Shu said: "But...but I still understand a little bit. I seem to have seen your supernatural powers."

Fu Ying pondered in silence and just gently stroked her back.

"Then it should be a supernatural mark," she said.

When she met Song Shu from her previous life, Song Shu pointed out that he could sense the imprint of superpowers in the spirit crystals of superpower users.

If "Re-Hand" can successfully copy permanent supernatural powers, the imprint will also remain in the mind and can be used at any time if the mental strength is sufficient.

"Fu Ying? Are you distracted?"

Fu Ying blinked and looked down at the young girl who had not yet reached the true realm of superpowers.

Although Song Shu is full of courage a few years later, he is still... cuter now.

"What is a supernatural imprint?" Song Shu sighed, "How do you know so much?"

"I named it myself, so just think of it as a brand." Fu Ying said, "It's good that you can sense my spirit crystal and my supernatural nature."

"If possible, you should try to copy Wang Sheng's ability."

Song Shu listened to her words and felt a little worried: "Then I can't take the initiative to get close to him and touch him."

Fu Ying's eyes revealed a hint of displeasure: "I didn't ask you to get close to him. You just tried to control your mental power like before and copy his abilities when he was unconscious."

Song Shu nodded and grabbed the bag of potato chips - but Fu Ying grabbed her wrist with a serious look.

Song Shu's eyelids jumped: "Fu Ying?"

Fu Ying: "Come on, if you want to achieve something sooner."

Song Shu: “…”

Fu Ying added: "If I am satisfied, you can continue to eat snacks."

Song Shu was stunned: "How could you...seduce me?"

Fu Ying sneered silently.

"No, I'm intimidating."

"...You are really stricter than my high school teacher."

"Come on, keep doing it."

"..."

This world has become completely insane, just as Song Shu had imagined.

But there is no craziest, only crazier.

She actually saw in Fu Ying the same kind of crazy spirit that used to be in her class!

Don't roll! In the end times, if you roll——

That’s right, if you don’t roll up your sleeves in the end times, you will die.

Song Shu smacked his lips and resignedly pinched Fu Ying's fingers under her gloomy gaze. As if he was sacrificing his life heroically, a ball of white light suddenly burst out from his heart!

Her heart suddenly ached, and she grimaced, and under Fu Ying's gaze, she said hesitantly, "Get up, get up too fast..."

Fu Ying stuffed the blue spirit crystal into Song Shu's hand again with a little worry.

Song Shu grinned at her.

Less than half a minute later, Fu Ying took away the spirit crystal, and said in a voice that was almost cold: "Okay, let's start again."

“…Okay.”

It's really annoying, but also a little bit of a sweet burden.

-

Under Fu Ying's supervision, Song Shu tried several more times, during which time he used the crystals he had saved to restore his mental strength. The dull crystals were piled aside, looking gray.

Finally, when she successfully controlled some black mist and condensed it into a solid object, she also saw the admiration in Fu Ying's eyes.

"Very well done." Fu Ying's tone was much gentler than before, "Now you can use them."

Song Shu just stared at the wisp of black mist circling around his fingertips, his expression a little unfathomable.

Seeing this, Fu Ying asked, "What's the problem?"

"No problem." Song Shu raised his head and shook his fingers with a smile, "Although I don't know how long it can last, I can indeed control them now. However, I can't extract hatred from anyone like you can."

"Just take your time, as long as you make progress." Fu Ying said, "I hope you can protect yourself sooner."

Song Shu took the mineral water bottle and drank water in big gulps. He was stunned when he heard this.

She stared at the calendar on the wall, drank half a bottle of water silently, and then whispered, "So when you first started protecting yourself, did you have to go through all this pain?"

Fu Ying didn't understand and frowned slightly: "What?"

However, when she saw Song Shu's dark eyes which had become wet at some point, the fingertips on her legs trembled slightly, and she felt a little helpless.

"I feel your pain." Song Shu said softly.