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

Gu Nini hugged Yuan Lin in her arms, and warm tears flowed down Yuan Lin's neck to his collarbone.

"Ah... it hurts," Yuan Lin took a breath, "You were so cruel."

"At least I didn't let you two stab each other," Gu Zhenyan squatted beside her with a complicated expression, "It's a way for everyone to back down."

"Song Shu probably didn't know Fu Ying was going to handle it this way," Wang Sheng said, "but I really underestimated Song Shu's determination..."

“…” Gu Nini pursed her lips, lowered her head and kissed Yuan Lin’s forehead, and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

"Oh... you're not sorry at all." Yuan Lin muttered, "How stupid! You're still hesitant when faced with such a good solution."

Ren De kicked Ren Fa in fear: "You really scared me to death, brother."

Ren Fa: "...Shut up."

Gu Nini touched Yuan Lin's abdomen, lowered her eyes and said, "So... it hurts so much."

Yuan Lin: "Ah? Don't touch me... It's obviously me who's in pain, okay?"

The paranoia in Gu Nini's eyes seemed to have disappeared. She pressed Yuan Lin's stomach hard and listened to her sudden scream: "Then you just have to endure the pain."

"Not--you--I--am not?? Ugh, it hurts!!!"

-

Song Shu leaned against the stairs, listening to Yuan Lin's screams in the house, rubbed his temples, and then looked at his lover sitting on the stairs.

"What do you mean? I finally made up my mind to do this."

Fu Ying looked at her: "I never thought you would do that."

"What do you think will happen to me?"

"I thought you would hurt Gu Nini directly." Fu Ying paused, then said, "I didn't expect you would choose to hurt her heart."

Song Shu felt a subtle irritation in her heart. She held the thermos cup, clicked her tongue, and walked towards her room.

Fu Ying stood up and followed.

Song Shu had already drunk more than half of the hot water in the thermos cup. He placed the cup on the dining table and scanned the living room with calm eyes. He heard Fu Ying ask behind him, "Are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry? You actually did a good job." Song Shu said, "If I really let Yuan Lin stab me like that, even if I let bygones be bygones, Gu Nini will probably still hate me."

"Yes, I'm thinking about your base." Fu Ying hugged her waist from behind and whispered, "Today... you surprised me, shocked me, and -"

"You made me feel good."

She almost whispered the last sentence into Song Shu's ear, and her hot breath hit his earlobe, making him feel itchy and tingling.

Song Shu: “?”

"Are you okay?" She wanted to get out of Fu Ying's arms. "Do you know what you are talking about? Don't let the fact that I almost died drive you crazy—"

"I'm telling the truth." Fu Ying said, "You have never become so ruthless, cold, or even strange because of me."

"Xiao Shu, I love you so much."

"I love you so much, you really make me feel good--"

Song Shu covered her mouth with his backhand and said sullenly, "Don't - get - horny - here -"

Fu Ying kissed her palm and licked it gently.

Song Shu withdrew his hand, and the hot and wet kiss fell on his earlobe and cheek.

"I feel like there's a crazy gene in your body." Song Shu said lightly, "Don't touch - don't touch - don't bite - tsk -" She stepped on Fu Ying's foot unhappily, "That's enough."

Fu Ying was breathing lightly, and as soon as the strength in her arms loosened a little, Song Shu found an opportunity to break free from her arms and touched the bite mark on his neck with an expressionless face.

"You like biting people's necks, too?" she said. "You learned that from that weird guy?"

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten," Fu Ying walked forward and threw her coat on the sofa, "He also bit your neck, and I wasn't that angry—"

"Stop." Song Shu said, pointing his finger at the ground, "Don't go any further."

There was a sense of discipline from a superior in her tone, which had never appeared before. Fu Ying stopped, but couldn't help but take a step forward.

"What if I want to move forward?" Fu Ying said, "Xiao Shu, what are you going to do to me?"

"Xiao Shu, you didn't have the sense of a leader before, right?" She walked forward step by step, looking directly into Song Shu's dark eyes and said, "But it's different now. You have been changed. You now have countless superpowers and a level that can surpass others. You just dealt with the hatred between you and Gu Nini. Is that a test of obedience?"

"Don't try to analyze me, Fu Ying." Song Shu frowned.

"Look, now you don't even want me to explore the real you." Fu Ying's eyes were focused and burning. She continued to move forward until she approached Song Shu. "Xiao Shu, the 'devouring' ability you got from 'Soul Devourer' not only copied the ability itself, you also got all the abilities that 'Soul Devourer' got with his ability."

"You have obtained all these abilities, including 'Unselectable', 'Dragnet', and 'Substantiation'," she said. "But I still have a question. 'Ghost Alliance' is not dead, so how did you get 'Spiritual Connection'?"

Song Shu stared at her and said, "The Ghost Alliance is dead. He died a long time ago. The Ghost Alliance you saw is actually the transformed Soul Devourer. I got a lot of memories from him, but unfortunately... there is no information related to the Western Zombie Army. They are in different camps, and Soul Devourer also has its own forces."

"It's not over yet, Fu Ying. This is... the winter of the monsters. Yesterday's battle was only the first wave of disaster."

Fu Ying's extremely fiery eyes suddenly revealed a hint of vigilance.

Disaster...this term...how could Song Shu know it?

"You mean the zombie tide?" Fu Ying pretended not to know, "Why is it called the disaster tide?"

"I got some fragmentary information when I was in the state of near-death transformation." Song Shu said, "I don't know why it is called this, but... it should be called this. Moreover, in this winter, disaster tides will occur more frequently. Every winter we have lived through will usher in terrible disaster tides."

Fu Ying's heart trembled: "Xiao Shu, are these memories you got from the strange zombie?"

"I'm not sure... It's a bit strange, but I can't remember most of it now." Song Shu frowned and thought hard, but couldn't think of anything. "Although I got some memories, they are very fragmented and will not be of much help to our next battle."

"Fu Ying, I do have many superpowers now, just like you said." She stretched out her finger and touched Fu Ying's lips, pressing on her tightly pursed lips. "Maybe it's because the owners of the superpowers that were devoured by the Devouring superpower are all dead, so these superpowers have completely belonged to me. The Devouring Soul would never have thought... that he would send me so many gifts."

Fu Ying's eyes were deep. She stared at Song Shu's face, which was now somewhat cold. She couldn't help but think of the "Fu Shou" she had seen before -

It’s starting to look alike, Xiao Shu.

Fu Ying stared at her in fascination, and held her fingertips in his mouth with great tenderness, his blood seeming to boil.

I think that's it - surrender to you.

Fu Ying murmured in her heart.