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

pain.

It hurts.

My whole body hurts.

Song Shu was vaguely aware that her body was twitching violently. A blood-red color filled her eyes. An even more unclear figure was swaying in front of her. Her ears seemed to be blocked by water and she could not hear anything.

She opened her lips unconsciously, and a warm liquid splashed all over her face and flowed into her mouth. Something soft was stuck to her lips.

I could no longer see anything, nor hear any sound, but there was only one thought in my mind.

Fu Ying...

"Boom——"

A dull and heavy sound, similar to the sound of a bell, rang faintly in the depths of my mind.

Fu Ying...

A bizarre scene suddenly flashed before my eyes, not very clear.

"Come……"

Fu Ying...

"To our future."

Fu Ying...

The hissing sound corroded the only thought in her mind, trying to implant it into her nerves. The images that flashed very quickly suddenly enlarged, shrank, and distorted rapidly.

"Let's get back to our time..."

"Come on..."

"Use your...last trump card..."

"Let time... submit to..."

"for real……"

The hissing whisper was full of temptation, mixed with the strongest dissatisfaction, expectation, awe, and eagerness - urging her, urging her hard.

My mind, which is already not very flexible, still retains only one thought.

Fu Ying...

Suddenly, all the pain in my body disappeared.

She seemed to be drowning in a pitch-black ocean, but her surroundings were warm and comfortable, safe and empty.

I can no longer feel weight, I can no longer experience any emotions, and I have lost the ability to think about anything.

I just want to stay like this forever, quietly and gently in this black ocean.

I want to stay like this.

Stay forever.

It allows people to float and sink comfortably, like a lonely leaf on the water, sleeping in the dark night without any light.

"Xiao Shu--Xiao Shu!!!"

who is it……

All the comfort and ease in my body was viciously torn apart, and an overwhelming pain that was enough to make me wail and scream churned through my body.

"Xiao Shu, open your eyes—look at me!"

Looking at... ?

Song Shu tried hard to open his eyes.

Everything was pitch black, with only the tearful cries becoming more and more determined and more and more mournful!

who……?

There was not a single ripple on the dark and quiet sea caused by the wind.

Until suddenly a bright white light appeared in this completely sealed black space.

Without even thinking, Song Shu saw the white light getting closer and closer to him and getting bigger and bigger.

Then, it all disappeared before her eyes.

What... Song Shu saw a human figure inexplicably appear on the dark sea after the white light dissipated.

She approached without thinking and successfully arrived in front of the figure.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

As she approached, a dull knocking sound seemed to be coming from near the figure.

Song Shu had completely stopped in front of the figure with his head lowered. He saw the slender fingers covered in blood, which were pinching a spiritual crystal that was flickering with a faint purple glow and repeatedly tapping the sea surface.

Song Shu suddenly realized that the man was bleeding.

It was not the kind of bleeding caused by injury in the true sense, because this person's body was covered with bright red blood, which was flowing from the top of his head, flowing down continuously.

But when the blood flowed onto the black sea, it disappeared.

"You——" Song Shu's voice echoed in the black space, and the hollow echo was extremely creepy.

The man moved when he heard her voice, and then raised his head.

The blood-stained face had a pair of black eyes that were exactly the same as hers, but numb and dead.

Song Shu stared at her in a daze, but after a few seconds, his attention was drawn away by the intense pain all over his body.

It hurts so much - but she hasn't woken up yet, right?

Why... does it hurt so much...!

The bloody man just stared at her, stopped knocking, slowly raised his hand, and handed her the purple spirit crystal in his palm that was so clean without a trace of blood.

Is this... for her?

Song Shu wanted to stretch out his hand, but he saw that his own hand was also covered in blood.

!

She subconsciously wanted to retract it, but her hand was out of control and continued to stretch forward.

Until he took over the purple spirit crystal.

It was a piece of purple spiritual crystal with a smooth surface, belonging to a person with special abilities.

The light of the purple spirit crystal was very faint, but it continued to radiate, shining on the fingers, revealing a hazy purple light.

"Is this for me?"

Is it for me...mine...mine...

Song Shu's hollow voice echoed over and over again, echoing so loudly that people couldn't help but feel a sense of eeriness.

The bloody man, still kneeling on the sea, stared straight at Song Shu.

Song Shu still felt very painful, but this pain was beginning to become indescribable. It was a pain that could not be relieved but became more and more intense.

Song Shu let the pain consume him and figured it out.

This... seems to be the pain of a bloody man.

It is the pain that comes from deep within the soul, the pain in the heart.

And she was feeling pain along with the bloody man.

"..."

More and more blood appeared on the bloody man's body, flowing out rapidly, until - he pounced on Song Shu!

The blood was warm, pouring endlessly into her throat, violently drilling into her neck, and rushing wildly in her body.

Song Shu watched helplessly as the bloody man gradually melted on the sea surface. The dark sea surface absorbed the blood and turned into a surging blood wave, which hit her head on!

The purple spirit crystal in her hand moved, and then, firmly and slowly, it pierced into her heart.

But it doesn't hurt.

Blood rushed into Song Shu's eyes, ears, and nose. She was choked by the blood that poured into her throat and began to cough, even becoming unable to breathe—!

“Ahem… Ugh… Ugh!!”

"Xiao Shu——!" The voice calling her once again clearly appeared in her ears.

Something gently wiped the warm liquid from her eyes. Song Shu struggled to open her eyes, but she was forcefully embraced in someone's arms.

The person hugging her was shaking violently, breathing heavily.

Another surging and hot liquid flowed down Song Shu's nose and into his slightly opened lips.

There is no fishy smell like rust, but... a little bit of bitterness, and a sweet aftertaste.

The cold, soft object pressed tightly against her forehead, and it was even shaking uncontrollably.

Song Shu's lips moved slightly, and from his throat, which was clogged with sticky liquid, he weakly and laboriously squeezed out a cry:

"Fu..."

"..."

"Fu Ying..."

The person on her body was trembling and held the back of her head.

Something cool and soft pressed against her lips.

Song Shu's mind gradually became more flexible. She clearly sensed the object her lips were pressed against and realized that it was Fu Ying's lips.