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

"Give it to me." Song Shu stretched out his hand.

"...Early in the morning." Fu Ying leaned against the head of the bed, the quilt sliding down to her waist. She glanced at Song Shu's palm and lowered her head to kiss it.

Song Shu suddenly withdrew his hand, took off his pajamas, revealing his smooth and white back to Fu Ying's deep gaze, and grabbed the clean shirt and put it on his head.

"On Children's Day, if I'm going to give gifts, I'll give them to those little kids." Fu Ying said lazily.

"Am I not your baby?" Song Shu dressed neatly and got up to wash up. Before leaving, he muttered, "One day I will force you to do it."

Fu Ying: “…I can hear it.”

"I'm just telling you this, so you can think about it yourself." Song Shu closed the bedroom door unceremoniously. Fu Ying laughed twice, tensed her back, did a few reverse planks, and got out of bed.

As June approached, the temperature outside fluctuated basically between 20°C and 30°C. Fu Ying opened the bedroom curtains, looked at the black wall outside that was exposed to direct sunlight, and pondered the necessity of the existence of Kong Lian, Kong Sisi and Nan Dan.

By mid-June, the temperature will skyrocket.

She still remembered that when she was living in Fran Country, there was an ice-type mutant in the small base she first joined. He directly built an ice wall to resist the high temperature outside. At that time, everyone was very grateful to have an ice-type mutant.

The ice wall consumed a large part of her mental energy. At that time, she accepted the kindness of the psychic, so that when she was attacked by beasts and monsters later, she chose to save that person.

Unfortunately, although the person was rescued, his two legs were torn off, and a large amount of blood continued to flow out from his waist below. A faint smile appeared on his pale face.

He said, I didn’t expect you were the only one to save me.

She said, you can't die yet.

The power of the spirit crystal is still there and will help him seal the wound. Although it is a fatal injury, he will not die so easily.

The man closed his eyes, murmured weakly, and said that he accepted his fate. He knew that he would eventually become a devil and a monster if he lived in this world, so it would be better to let his soul float away cleanly before that happened.

Without saying a word, she chopped off his head with a long black knife, took out the spirit crystal, and dug a hole to bury the body.

She shouldn't have remembered this little episode. There were so many killings, betrayals, and traps afterwards that she sealed many things in her memory. Now when she took it out again, she found that she still remembered many details.

Could it be that she is living too comfortably now, so her consciousness is reminding her not to forget everything that happened before her death?

"Are you daydreaming in the bedroom?" Song Shu's voice suddenly came from the bathroom. Fu Ying came back to her senses, tidied up the squirrel toy on the bedside table, and wiped it again with a disinfectant wipe.

The next second, Song Shu poked his head out to look at the person in the bedroom. His face was red, perhaps because he had rubbed it too hard while washing.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Ying made the bed and said slowly, "I'm just thinking about it."

"...Why isn't your spirit crystal yellow?" Song Shu complained.

Fu Ying: “Hmm?”

"I say, your heart is so yellow, why doesn't it affect the color of your spirit crystal?" Song Shu was very dissatisfied, "Wait for me to find some paint to paint your spirit crystal yellow..."

Fu Ying thought about it and refused: "No."

She really didn't want to recall how cruelly Song Shu had treated her in her previous life.

After they washed up, they had a hearty breakfast.

Fu Ying insisted that Song Shu drink a cup of steaming hot milk in this early summer. When she wasn't paying attention, Song Shu cooled the hot milk and took a sip, which made Fu Ying laugh.

"You're just misusing your powers, right?"

Song Shu poked the black pepper sausage heated in the air fryer with a fork and shook it proudly in front of her: "I can't help it, because he has so many super powers."

A wisp of black mist snatched away her sausage and fork.

"Don't eat." Fu Ying ordered.

Song Shu was unusually calm. He produced a new fork and sausage in his hands and leisurely took a big bite of it.

"It smells so good." She squinted her eyes in enjoyment, and the smile between her eyebrows became more intense.

Fu Ying ate the half-eaten sausage by Song Shu with a sullen look on her face.

-

The team brought by Ye He and Cheng Jue eventually and very cleverly took root in the base.

After all, there is food and drink, water and electricity, and a comfortable place to live. You don't have to risk your life every day to go outside to plunder supplies. Only a fool would be a prisoner who would rather die than surrender.

However, it was not so easy to get the admission ticket to the alien alliance. In these short few dozen days, each of them participated in the arena trial in the outer wall protection area.

This time, Fu Ying personally took to the battlefield and killed those psychics who were still a little unconvinced, chasing them all over the streets, crying for their parents.

Fu Ying's black mist continued to follow them, obtaining their memories of hatred and fear from the spirit crystals, and used the illusion power copied by Song Shu to overcome their defenses.

In addition, from time to time, terrifying monsters that did not exist in the world would jump out from the outer wall protection zone and block their way. The sanity value kept dropping, it was so tragic.

So much so that now when they happened to meet Fu Ying strolling downstairs, they couldn't help but feel numb all over and wanted to turn around and run away.

Usually when Fu Ying came across them, as long as she stared at them with her two dark eyes, she would see a grown-up person interpreting the "123 wooden man" that the leader of the children was most good at pretending when he was a child.

Others were pretending to be wooden, but they really became wooden - they were scared.

And in this wonderful early summer, after a heated discussion and voting, the people in the base awarded Fu Ying the title of "Cold-Faced Living King of Hell".

Because of this title, Song Shu laughed at her for a whole week.

After all, compared with "Alien Alliance God of Resurrection", "Cold-Faced Living King of Hell" sounds more like the new century god of death who carries a black sickle on his shoulder and reaps lives.

"It was really wise for us to join the alien alliance." Morisse sat on the stone steps, with Mono in a wheelchair beside her. Eagle King Eric and his kind were circling over the rooftop of a residential building. "We haven't felt so comfortable since the apocalypse."

Song Shu came to the downstairs of Building No. 3 and saw Mono holding a philosophy book in her hand. The thin girl was reading the words in the book attentively.

"Mo Nuo," Song Shu asked, "Have you ever considered Fu Ying's suggestion?"

Mono lowered the book and stared at Song Shu.

"I want to finish reading this book first," she said softly, "Wait until I'm ready, okay?"

Morris was surprised: "Xiao Nuo, do you really want to try? But your spinal cord——"

"Maybe it needs to grow again." Mono continued, his voice was very low, but there was a little light in his eyes, "No one knows when I can stand up, but I will definitely stand up."

"Since I can stand up, why not now, Liz?"