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

While Song Shu was sleeping, he heard the hissing curse as vicious as a snake again, which lingered in his ears like a nightmare melody.

"Losing everything——"

No.

"This is your destiny."

No.

"You can't save this world... You can't save it."

——I can. A familiar and calm voice echoed in her ears. This voice was too familiar and too recognizable for her to fail to recognize.

“Hiss…”

The sound of the curse became smaller and smaller, and farther and farther away, until it disappeared.

Song Shu opened her eyes and felt a sticky, wet heat on her back. She turned her head and looked at Fu Ying who was sleeping beside her.

I dreamed of that voice again.

Was it a dream? It doesn't sound like it.

Song Shu wiped the sweat off his face, and Fu Ying hugged his waist and abdomen. He heard her murmur: "Are you awake?"

"What time is it?" Song Shu grabbed the alarm clock and took a look, then exhaled forcefully, "It's time for dinner."

Fu Ying touched her skin and felt a handful of sweat: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Not really." Song Shu said, "Time has passed so slowly today."

Fu Ying: "We just do too much."

Song Shu stared at the ceiling in a daze. After a nap, she felt that everything that happened in the morning was like an unreal dream, even more unreal than a real nightmare.

"Is my sister here?" she said.

Fu Ying hugged her and kissed her.

"Why did you ask your sister as soon as you woke up? You didn't even ask me."

Song Shu laughed: "What do I want to ask you?"

Fu Ying: "I was beaten by her."

Song Shu: "She was beaten by you too."

Fu Ying: “I don’t care.”

Song Shu put his arms around her neck and kissed her tightly pursed lips under her dissatisfied gaze.

"There's nothing to fight about. Just treat her as a guest."

Fu Ying disagreed: "I can treat her as an enemy."

Song Shu reached out and hooked his hand on her vest, and the smile on his face became a little complicated.

"Should we tell them what we saw out west?" she asked. "We can't just do nothing."

Fu Ying thought about it and shook her head: "Not all of them will die."

Song Shu: "Why? Are you so confident? We saw those strange armies with our own eyes——"

"They won't really beat the last Psychic down." Fu Ying said, "It's not time yet, and the people who are still alive won't let them succeed."

In fact, she said this because of her experience in her previous life. In the disaster, although there were many monsters, their purpose was to destroy the base, and the superpowers fled and scattered, and it was difficult to reunite later.

If the monster wants to transform a person with powerful superpowers, it will not kill everyone easily. Moreover, the evolution of the spirit crystal requires actual combat and many uncontrollable factors.

In the first wave of disaster, all we have to do is protect the base and make sure that people who shouldn't die don't die.

"Moreover, the intelligent monsters will not easily appear in front of us, because they still have humanity, and there will be struggles among them, just like a society of the living dead."

Fu Ying paused, then added: "They will even cooperate with some people with special abilities."

Song Shu was surprised and asked, "You mean - a living person? A living supernatural being?"

Fu Ying: “Yes.”

Song Shu bit his fingers with a serious expression.

"So...is it possible for us to cooperate with the strange zombies?" she asked.

Fu Ying was silent, and Song Shu hurriedly explained: "I just made a guess, what I mean is-"

"You'd better not, Xiao Shu. You are not suitable to play tricks on others, even if they are living dead." Fu Ying said seriously.

Song Shu muttered: "Do you mean I'm stupid?"

Fu Ying pinched her nose and said, "I mean, you are easily backstabbed. If you were purple level now, you might still have the capital to negotiate with the other party."

"Isn't it because I'm low level? Everyone thinks so." Song Shu rubbed his nose, put his legs across Fu Ying's waist, hugged her neck and said with a smile, "Then you have to find a way."

Fu Ying: "What do I want to do?"

Song Shu: "I found a way to upgrade my ability. I always feel that my ability shouldn't be at such a low level. It obviously has more uses than other single-system abilities."

"As for the level, I don't know how it's calculated at the moment." Fu Ying said, "I only know that if you use it more and fight more, your willpower and explosive power will be stronger, and your potential will be stimulated, then you will definitely evolve."

Song Shu: "You speak like an essay."

Fu Ying: "..."

Song Shu was still hanging on her, his buttocks were firmly pinched, and he hurriedly put down his legs: "You! Don't touch me!"

"Well, I'll give you a massage."

Song Shu was so annoyed by Fu Ying's nonchalant look that she reached out to scratch Fu Ying's waist, but when she saw that she looked normal, she gave up.

"I got out of bed."

As Song Shu spoke, he squeezed out of the bed and hurriedly escaped under Fu Ying's regretful gaze.

Fu Ying looked at the closed bedroom door, propped herself up on the bed with her hands, leaned against the headboard and quietly thought about the scenes she had seen in Shaffer's memories.

Fu Ying never thought that she had any problems because of her original family. She knew from a young age that she was not a kind person, so her sense of morality was much lower than Song Shu's.

Because she knows that no one can help her, she always tries her best to deal with problems. Putting herself first is the most important thing. In this respect, she is similar to Shaffer.

She agreed with Shaffer's approach, but also felt sorry for her lover who was treated like this.

It's really a contradictory mentality.

It turns out that human nature is still double standards.

Fu Ying gently stroked her chin, and the face of Li Shuang appeared in her mind. She had no impression of this person in her previous life, and she had no impression of people like Xia Fu.

According to the normal timeline, her rebirth does not affect the arrival of people like Shafer.

In the fourth year of the apocalypse, she did not see Shaf and others in Aito City, so she had only two guesses: either they had left Song Shu's base, or they were dead.

If Li Shuang died, she would not be surprised, because after experiencing betrayal, Song Shu would not show mercy to those who had bullied him.

Schaffer's words...

Fu Ying was thinking when she heard the sound of something falling and breaking outside the door. She immediately got up and went out to check, and found Song Shu standing in the living room, looking down at the second cup that had broken today.

"What's wrong?" Fu Ying strode over and touched her face, but didn't see any clues.

Song Shu told the truth: "I didn't hold it firmly."

She used her telekinesis to collect the broken glass and threw it into the trash can, and said to Fu Ying, who was still trembling with heart, "Don't think of me as too fragile."

Fu Ying said nothing. Although there was no change in expression on her face, her eyes were closely following Song Shu's every move.

"It's evening now, should we go see A Yan?" Song Shu asked her.

Fu Ying: "Well, I'll accompany you."

"Oh, right, the ability to read minds," Song Shu said softly, "has now become a physical entity - a completely physical entity."

Fu Ying: "Entity?"

"The owner of the superpower I copied is dead." Song Shu tilted his head to look at her, a smile forming on his lips.

"Even without the master's trust, it can become my permanent superpower." She said, "As long as that person dies, his superpower will be mine forever. Isn't it magical?"

Fu Ying looked at her and felt that something unspeakable had changed.

But it is not important.

"Yeah, it's amazing." She praised in the most gentle tone, "Xiao Shu is amazing."