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

"So no one comes to the Rose Hotel at all."

Song Shu used her telekinesis to clean up the dirt in the room. At this moment, her mood was slowly returning to normal as she cleaned up.

The cold wind poured into the living room, blowing away the unpleasant smell.

"I'm actually not sure whether they will send people here regularly." Fu Ying said, "But one thing is clear, that is, you will definitely meet with the person in charge of the Rose Hotel later."

"Because the picture in my mind is the future." Song Shu left the door of 1416 open and threw away the shoes Fu Ying was wearing. "Go to bed."

"Xiao Shu, are you okay?" Fu Ying stepped forward and held her slender wrist.

Song Shu didn't say anything, but there was a hint of fatigue between her brows. She gently shook off Fu Ying's hand and walked into her house.

Fu Ying chased after him and watched Song Shu take out a can of beer from the refrigerator: "It's already - two o'clock in the morning, don't drink."

"What does it matter? People with special abilities have better physical strength than ordinary people. This amount of alcohol is not enough to check for drunk driving." Song Shu opened the can.

"It can be found out." Fu Ying said, "As long as you drink it, it can be found out."

"Really?" Song Shu took a sip and said nonchalantly, "I used to always wonder why my father gambled, drank, smoked, and even went to clubs to look for women. Why did he have so many bad habits?"

"Take this bar for example. Whenever he gets drunk, he'll find someone to vent his anger on, either my mother or me and Shaffer. When Shaffer isn't around, the chances of him hitting me are even higher." She said slowly, "Later I realized that not everyone hits people when they're drunk."

"People in this world are inherently complex and diverse individuals," said Fu Ying.

"You said you killed them to avenge your mother. I just found it a little hard to accept it at the time." Song Shu said calmly, "Then I found that I agreed with your idea in my heart, because I had the same idea."

"But even if I have these thoughts in my mind, I can't just kill a living person." She pinched the beer can, her fingertips whitening, "I always felt that I couldn't start this and disrupt my finally calm and self-consistent life."

"Now the world has become chaotic and disordered. If I can't control my thoughts and take that path, there will be no way back."

"It's only been a few short months... and it's all been destroyed."

As she spoke, Song Shu's voice became lower and lower. She stopped for a moment and drank in silence.

Fu Ying stood by the door, just looking at her quietly.

Only a small light was on in the living room. Song Shu sat on Luo Ze's small bed until the beer can was empty. Then a trace of helplessness slowly appeared on his face.

"I seem to be a little crazy, Fu Ying."

Everything that happened that night was lingering in my mind and could not be erased.

It's just a white funeral.

It's just a walking corpse that has lost its self-awareness.

She actually wanted to raise the mutated Xuan Ya to the conscious blue level, so that she could restore her memory and recognize herself.

This idea is indeed a bit crazy.

"You did nothing wrong." Song Shu threw the beer can into the trash can accurately. "If it were me, I would probably still hold out hope for this and not be able to destroy her."

Fu Ying moved at this time. She walked over and then knelt on one knee in front of Song Shu.

Song Shu was startled: "Why..."

Fu Ying held her cold hand, her face calm, but her eyes quietly emanated an unspeakable sadness.

"What should I do?" she asked.

Song Shu opened his mouth and avoided her gaze: "Just stay with me."

"What should I do?" Fu Ying repeated.

Song Shu's hand was held tightly by her, and he said uncomfortably: "I can't completely let it go myself, so you can't either."

"What should I do?" Fu Ying asked stubbornly.

Song Shu's expression changed, and suddenly a more stubborn indifference emerged than hers, and he directly pulled his hand away: "Don't ask, I don't like it."

"..."

Song Shu slowed down his tone in front of her: "I don't like being questioned like this, don't force me, okay?"

Fu Ying remained silent. Song Shu held her face and lowered his head.

A cold kiss fell on Fu Ying's forehead.

"Get some rest."

She went to the bathroom to wash up again.

"..."

Fu Ying stood up and turned off the lights in the living room.

After returning to the bedroom, she hugged Song Shu from behind.

The person in his arms didn't struggle, but just sighed softly.

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"How was last night?" Bo Li stretched his arms in the open space of the community, yawned, and looked at Gu Yi and Ling Han who were walking downstairs.

"What?" Gu Yi pointed at himself, "Are you talking about me?"

"Wasn't it Valentine's Day yesterday?" Bo Li scratched his face. "I even raised the issue with Song Shu at the time. Why did we have to hold a gladiatorial arena on Valentine's Day?"

"Valentine's Day... we can't go out, so what's the point of celebrating it?" Gu Yi shrugged. "At most we can have a candlelight dinner and watch some DVDs, that's all."

"By the way, there aren't many couples in our neighborhood, right?" she said.

Bo Li counted: "Gu Nini and Yuan Lin are a pair, Song Shu and Fu Ying are a pair, you and Ling Han are a pair, and I and A Yan are a pair... Are there any hidden couples?"

"Well... I don't know." Gu Yi said, "I don't care much about other people's feelings. Come on, baby, let's continue walking."

Bo Li touched his chin, turned his eyes away, and walked towards the south.

When she reached Building No. 3, she heard Li Shuang's voice.

"What did you do to her?"

"Kill him." Song Shu's cold voice sounded, "Why, what do you think I will do?"

"I was the one who let you down in the beginning," Li Shuang said.

Bo Li walked a little forward. From her angle, she could see Song Shu standing in front of Building No. 3 with his arms folded and his eyes cold.

"I don't need your apology, you just need to remember my words."

"I said I would not retaliate against you or kill you. I have my reasons, but you cannot speculate on your own."

When Song Shu said this, she could sense Bo Li's gaze from the corner of her eye, but she didn't care. Instead, she continued to say to Li Shuang, who looked guilty: "I'll give you a chance, but that doesn't mean I can accept your existence."

She tilted her head slightly and looked towards the entrance of Building No. 3: "My sister likes you very much now. I thought people like her had no feelings at all."

Schaffer jumped down the steps from the door and walked steadily towards the two men.

"I'm not as tolerant as you are, little sister," she said. "You're too soft on too many people."

Song Shu said calmly, "Really? You should be glad that I didn't let you in last night, otherwise I would have changed my mind by then - for example, let Li Shuang and Xuan Ya bear the punishment together."

The moment the last sentence was spoken, Li Shuang shuddered silently, and Xia Fu frowned slightly: "Who?"

Song Shu looked at Li Shuang, slightly surprised.

"It seems that she didn't tell you everything. That's fine. You can tell me now, Li Shuang. I don't mind." She said softly and turned away.