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

Good news, Li Shuang no longer has a fever and the temperature is starting to subside.

Bad news, Li Shuang lowered the temperature too much.

Fu Ying ran into the bedroom, gently pulled Song Shu away, reached out to feel Li Shuang's breath, and then said: "Hypothermia, but still breathing, the spirit crystal -" She released her mental power to sense the spirit crystal on Li Shuang's heart, "It's not moving."

"If Li Shuang died, she would be transformed by the virus - as for Zisang, I can still deal with it." Fu Ying said as he turned over Li Shuang's eyelids to check her pupils. They were still black, but at this moment, there was a faint tendency for the pupils to become blurred.

"No——" Song Shu blurted out behind her, "She won't die!"

Fu Ying placed the back of her hand on Li Shuang's chest, sensing the faint heartbeat. She frowned, realizing that the current situation was not something she could handle.

Could it be that after a superpower has a second high fever, the body will be destroyed by the virus? In that case, Li Shuang's ending would be either becoming a weird and sad person or dying completely.

"Li Shuang..." Song Shu stared at the unconscious girl on the bed. Fu Ying turned around to look at her and found that her face had become very pale. His heart suddenly ached.

"Don't worry, Li Shuang won't die." Fu Ying said, "Xiao Shu, use the supernatural power you copied to resonate with her life state."

Song Shu grabbed Li Shuang's cold fingers and slowly clenched them tightly. Even her breathing was trembling. She released the "life resonance" to feel Li Shuang's situation.

Vitality is like quicksand, whether it is strong or weak, it can be clearly sensed through supernatural powers. Song Shu discovered that Li Shuang's vitality was dissipating very quickly, and some unknown chill was surging throughout her body, making her legs and feet weak.

She held Li Shuang's hand tighter and rubbed the skin on the back of her hand with her fingertips. She felt a strong sense of panic in her heart. She subconsciously didn't want Li Shuang's body to become cold and stiff.

Li Shuang's body should be soft and warm, with a faint fragrance. She should look at others with her beautiful and captivating eyes open, and her red and tender lips should open and close, revealing a sweet and moving smile.

Li Shuang should look at her with a guilty expression, call her name in a gentle tone, repent for her actions, and then rely on her and hug her——

Song Shu suddenly let go of Li Shuang's hand and turned around abruptly.

Fu Ying put her hand on Li Shuang's neck, but in the brief moment when they both noticed that Li Shuang's body was hypothermic and her breath was weak, Fu Ying could no longer feel the pulsation of Li Shuang's carotid artery.

She stared at the pale-faced Li Shuang and calmly took out a black long sword in her hand.

If the second high fever is contagious, then Li Shuang, the source of infection, must be eliminated immediately.

A crackling sound of electric current rang in his ears. Song Shu walked past Fu Ying, released electricity from his palm, and placed it on Li Shuang's chest, shaking it violently!

Li Shuang's body arched upwards, then fell back onto the bed lifelessly.

Song Shu repeated the action, quickly searching for the imprint of supernatural powers in his mind.

Is there anything that can be used, anything that can be used to save her? Is there anything...

She pressed Li Shuang's chest, but could not feel any pulse of life, and her palms were cold.

My heart went cold.

"No..." Song Shu murmured, "I'm not asking you to... die... You can't die..."

Fu Ying pulled her back, her words full of caution and coldness: "Be careful!"

If Li Shuang died, she would definitely transform into Zisang at this time!

Fu Ying clenched the knife in her hand and took the time to look back at Song Shu's distraught look.

She pursed her lips slightly and stared at the girl lying quietly on the bed. She released her mental pressure throughout the room. Black mist surged around her. She was just waiting for the order and then rushed forward to imprison Li Shuang who might "wake up".

Song Shu grabbed her wrist, a hint of red appeared at the corner of his eyes, and his dark eyes became moist.

Fu Ying said: "I won't kill her unless she transforms."

Time passed little by little, and Li Shuang, who was lying on the bed, did not move. Fu Ying was a little confused. Logically, she should have transformed. If it was someone else, she would have picked out the spirit crystal long ago.

But Xiao Shu looked very sad——

As her thoughts wandered, Li Shuang closed her eyes and let out a rapid and hoarse breath, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet bedroom.

The air suddenly rushed into her lungs, bringing a piercing pain, but it also awakened her vitality. Even Fu Ying had never seen such a scene. She looked at Li Shuang's open dark eyes and lowered the knife in her hand.

"——Li Shuang! How are you?" Song Shu rushed to the bedside and held Li Shuang's shoulders, putting the back of his hand on her face to feel the temperature, "Li Shuang, speak."

Li Shuang was gasping for breath, her beautiful watery eyes full of confusion. She stared at Song Shu's face above her, her lips trembling a few times, and she uttered hoarse, unintelligible syllables.

Song Shu felt that her vitality was returning bit by bit. She was delighted but also extremely puzzled. She touched Li Shuang's cheek, and her cold skin was slowly warming up.

"Drink some water. You have a high fever and have slept for a day and a night." Song Shu took the cup and put it to her lips, helping her up.

Li Shuang grabbed the cup and almost swallowed the water. However, because she did not swallow it in time, some of it flowed down her chin and dripped onto her silk nightgown.

Li Shuang drank the water, and her voice finally became clear: "I..." She looked at Song Shu, who looked worried, and began to daydream while holding the cup, "Do you have a fever...?"

Song Shu waved his hands in front of her and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You just lost your breath and almost died," she said. "I thought I was going to have to bury you... Anyway, take a rest for a while, take a hot bath, and eat something to replenish your energy."

Li Shuang looked at her pajamas and felt a strange feeling inside her body, as if there were little bugs crawling on her, making her feel itchy and unbearable.

She supported herself on the bed and tried to get off. Song Shu grabbed her shoulders and asked unhappily, "What are you doing?"

"I want to go to the bathroom..." Li Shuang's cheeks turned red and she said hesitantly.

Song Shu let go of her shoulders, his eyebrows still twisted: "Okay, go ahead."

When Li Shuang got out of bed, her head was still a little empty. The memories before she fell into a coma were intermittent, floating through her mind like fragments. She walked forward in a daze, her steps slow.

Song Shu and Fu Ying looked at each other. They remained silent until Li Shuang left the bedroom. She suddenly turned around and said, "Xiao Qi."

Song Shu didn't reply.

Li Shuang grabbed the slippery silk fabric and bit her lips lightly.

"I'm so hungry..." she whispered. She was so hungry that her body felt uncomfortable.

"After you take a bath, you can eat something. We have everything at home." Song Shu said and snapped his fingers. "The hot water in the bathtub is ready for you. Go take a bath."

Li Shuang covered her abdomen and walked out slowly. It was not until she entered the bathroom that Fu Ying turned her head and looked at Song Shu with a strange expression.

"Do you feel like something's wrong?"