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

"It seems that Mono's ability is still very powerful." Song Shu used his shadow clone to sense the progress outside the wall. "I copied her ability. Do you think I need to use it?"

Fu Ying gently stroked her ankle, feeling the obvious bulge and hardness with her fingertips. Upon hearing this, she slowly brought her fingers together and grasped that small part of the ankle.

"No," she said.

Song Shu pursed his lips and thought: "But..."

"Fifth request." Fu Ying said in a deep voice, "If you want to release some special abilities in the future, you must discuss it with me and you can only use it with my consent."

Song Shu compromised: "Okay, but if you don't let me do this, I can't predict the dangers that may arise later—"

"Then I will take the responsibility." Fu Ying said decisively, "You just listen to me."

Song Shu: "Oh."

She lowered her eyes. Fu Ying went to kiss her and thought of the barbecue downstairs: "Are you hungry? I'll go downstairs and get some."

"How can you plunder the fruits of others' labor?" Song Shu snapped his fingers, and a pile of skewers appeared on the coffee table. He smiled and said, "I can copy it."

"Copying isn't plundering, right?" Fu Ying rubbed her cheek. "I wanted to be angry with you...it turns out that girls' tears really work."

"What do you mean by girls' tears? Would you feel sad if it were someone else?" Song Shu questioned.

"Of course not." Fu Ying responded immediately, "Only you."

Song Shu slid down from her arms, took a kebab of lamb, and was about to put it to his mouth, but after thinking for a while, he handed the kebab to her.

"you eat first."

Seeing the girl in front of him trying to please him, Fu Ying took a bite with a clear conscience, chewed it twice, and commented, "It's a bit old."

"You didn't grill it, so you're not allowed to say others didn't cook it well." Song Shu bit off the piece of meat that Fu Ying hadn't finished, and his eyes lit up. "It's obviously delicious, and the meat is very tender. Don't be picky."

"The sixth request is that you are not allowed to say that I am picky." Fu Ying responded calmly. Song Shu quickly showed off a skewer of lamb, and after hearing her childish words, he just rolled his eyes and said "hmm" perfunctorily.

She picked up another one, thinking about the memories she had gained.

"Ayan has become a weird sad guy."

Fu Ying crossed her long legs and looked at her quietly, waiting for the next words.

"Also...it's the fourth year of the apocalypse. Will there be a lot of Red Devils by then?" Song Shu said, "They shouldn't be very rare. They said there are ten Red Devils in one base. That base should be a very powerful survivor base in Aito City, right?"

"Anyway, they are very rare now." Fu Ying replied, "There may be red monsters in Canglan City, but there won't be many. I think that the base has so many people, it needs a strong mutant to suppress it in order to be stable, so--"

Song Shu: "How many do you think there will be?"

Fu Ying: "I am confident that I can defeat ten of the same-level psychics."

The two looked at each other, and after a moment, Song Shu picked up the sausage and started eating.

"So, after I got your spirit crystal in my previous life, I no longer had to worry about the base with ten Red Aliens? That's why she wanted to level up so much, because after she became a Red Alien, her abilities would be more powerful."

Fu Ying: "Well, I think so."

In her previous life, Song Shu was a ruthless person, to others, to herself, and to her confidants. Song Shu swallowed the sausage and thought bitterly.

What happened before that?

Maybe everyone around her died, maybe all the people with special abilities in the recreational community died, maybe all the friends she could name died too.

When killing and death come, it is so painful and tormenting for a low-level psychic who cannot resist the crisis to survive in front of his dead friends. It is understandable that he goes to extremes.

Song Shu felt that his mentality seemed to have changed a little, but he couldn't tell what the specific change was.

She only knew that she and Fu Ying were inseparable; their past lives, present lives, and even futures were inextricably intertwined and integrated into each other's lives and souls.

"I must have lived a very long time in my previous life." Song Shu suddenly spoke.

Fu Ying stroked the back of her neck and said softly, "You will live a long time."

"You didn't do the things you did in your previous life after you were reborn." Song Shu simply lay down to eat the skewers. Fu Ying laid down her legs and let her put her head on them. "I know you didn't do that. You chose a different path from your previous life."

"Well, I didn't kill them." Fu Ying said, "If I meet them again in the future, I will kill them again. Xiao Shu, do you think I am bad?"

"...You're kidding." Song Shu ate the grilled fish tofu, his toes dangling on the sofa. "Who can be considered bad now? What are the evaluation criteria for the end of the world? I definitely don't have the ability to formulate them."

"Order needs to be re-established, and the prerequisite for establishing order is to have an environment in which order can be established." Fu Ying said, "Conflicts are bound to arise between people. Our base will set up an evaluation standard in the future."

"You mean targeting members of the base?"

"If you are strong enough, you can influence the order of other bases, and even affect the survivors wandering outside." Fu Ying lowered her head and took a bite of Song Shu's fish tofu, "You know what I mean."

"Ye Qi said that five or ten years after the end of the world, it will be difficult for the survivors to eat fresh food." Song Shu grinned, "But we can, and we can also use our resources to trade with other survivors."

"Trading can be between items or between items and people's hearts," said Fu Ying. "When the value of gold and silver is no longer so high in the end times, we have to find something new to serve as the equivalent of the trading items."

Song Shu blurted out: "Spirit crystal?"

"Baby gets it right away." After Fu Ying finished praising him, she whispered, "I want to lock you up in bed and kiss you."

"...Fu Ying, I can hear you."

"Ah."

"..." Song Shu bypassed her sudden ambiguous suggestion and analyzed seriously, "Spirit crystals can be used for transactions, which is a good idea. If possible, we can use this trading mechanism to control those captives."

"However, since all the replicas are supplied by you, you have great power to decide whether to accept their trading requests." Fu Ying said calmly.

Song Shu frowned: "One person has the final say."

"You have the ability." Fu Ying said, "Have you thought about how to arrange the people from Hexingyuan?"

Song Shu was still thinking, and after hearing Fu Ying's words, he was a little confused: "Are you talking about the residence? Let them stay in Building No. 3. There are not many people there anyway."

"It's better not to be in one building." Fu Ying said, "Disperse them between Building 3 and Building 8. It will be more convenient for them to patrol and fight."

Song Shu nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Fu Ying looked down at her, her eyes darkening, her fingers unconsciously pressed against Song Shu's chest: "Don't feel guilty, Xiao Shu."

Song Shu said: "Humph, I don't feel guilty."

Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Little liar."

She used paper to wipe the oil off Song Shu's lips, and her heart felt sour and soft, with a subtle sweetness.

"I love you so much." She whispered, pressing her lips against Song Shu's.