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

Fu Ying turned her head slightly, stared at the smiling girl in front of her, and pinched a corner of the vacuum package with two fingers.

Song Shu was wearing a pair of furry chestnut brown pajamas, which were very loose in style and wrapped her whole body.

It seems like he slept quite comfortably tonight.

Song Shu scratched his face embarrassedly and said with a chuckle: "This is the best food I can treat you."

Fu Ying looked around the room calmly, and when he saw several large cardboard boxes piled in the corner and a kitchen knife and hammer on the bed, he had an idea.

Song Shu: "Oh, wait a minute!"

Under Fu Ying's gaze, she ran to the carton and took out mineral water, cola, raisin milk bread, wafer biscuits, chocolate, spicy strips and spiced melon seeds, and put them into her arms one by one.

"I have plenty of food here, I promise you won't starve." Song Shu put all the food on the bed, straightened his back in front of Fu Ying, and promised proudly.

Fu Ying just stared at Song Shu's clean face, threw the chicken leg gently on the bed, and asked in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid that I will rob you?"

With a slight movement of his fingertips, a black mist rolled up the kitchen knife and hammer, suspended in the air and approached Song Shu sinisterly.

After what happened just now, Song Shu just spread out his hands with an innocent look: "What benefit can you get from killing me?"

Fu Ying said coldly: "In the end times, food is life."

"You can get these even if you don't kill me. I said I would give them to you." Song Shu said briskly, "It doesn't matter if you take them all. I can create more."

"..."

This idiot.

Fu Ying frowned slightly. Didn’t she know what this sentence meant?

And Song Shu even looked excited and eager to try in front of her.

It seemed that if she raised any doubts in the next second, Song Shu would immediately show his strength.

Fu Ying: "...You can transform? What is your special ability?"

She already knew this in her previous life, but she still mentioned it.

As she expected, Song Shu began to release his mental power - food appeared out of thin air and fell on the bed, exactly the same as the previous pile.

Fu Ying picked up the copied chicken leg and looked at the packaging. The expiration date and production date were indeed exactly the same.

"My special ability allows me to copy food and other objects." Song Shu sat on the bed and patted the side, motioning Fu Ying to sit down, as if he didn't care at all about the weapon floating in the air.

Who knows, the Ctrl+C in computer practice can finally be used by her in real life! Who is so happy!

Song Shu had long wanted to show off her special abilities, but she was afraid that she would lose them by accident, so she could only secretly pay attention to what was happening outside.

It would be fine if there was no movement, but if there was any movement she would be afraid of implicating herself and she dared not make a sound.

Just as Song Shu's thoughts drifted away, Fu Ying raised her hand, and the black mist pulled the kitchen knife and hammer to her hand.

She knew none of these tools were ever actually used.

Fu Ying had a gloomy expression and lowered her head to look at Song Shu.

Before Song Shu could ask any questions, Fu Ying suddenly grabbed her right wrist—!

Song Shu was startled at first, then his face was filled with confusion.

"What, what happened?" she asked nervously, "I haven't been bitten by a zombie before."

"..." Fu Ying did not let go of her wrist. His cold fingertips touched the soft and warm inner skin, and his brows became even gloomier.

No response?

Since he can talk about his special abilities without fear of death, he will not hide anything in this regard.

Could it be that……

Some black mist slowly lingered where their skin touched. Fu Ying said in a deep voice: "Copy it."

Song Shu was stunned, and Fu Ying emphasized: "Do as I say."

"...Oh oh oh okay." Song Shu quickly agreed, lowered his head and stared at the slowly dissipating black mist with bated breath.

Until her eyes were sore from opening wide, and a little white hazy light slowly emerged from her heart, the black mist continued to float away.

——Ignore her completely.

Song Shu's shoulders slumped and he shook his head: "No, I can't copy it. I can only copy food, drinks, daily necessities and so on-"

She paused as she spoke, then realized: "You want me to copy - copy your - hiss!"

When Fu Ying heard her gasp, he subconsciously loosened his hand and looked at the faint red mark on the inside of his wrist, not knowing what he felt.

However, there is definitely disappointment.

It turns out that at this time, Song Shu was still unable to copy other people's supernatural powers.

Fu Ying slowly sat down next to Song Shu, and held up her right hand to observe it carefully.

The light red mark left on the inside of the wrist has faded.

Fu Ying listened to the roar outside which gradually faded away, and it was difficult for her to describe her feelings at the moment.

When she first met Song Shu in her previous life, Song Shu was also as clear-eyed and kind-hearted as he is now, but at least he had the ability to protect himself and could easily copy other people's supernatural powers.

I really don’t know how Song Shu realized that he could copy superpowers.

Just curled up in bed now? Impossible.

Seeing that she remained silent, Song Shu's eyes wandered around, finally stopping on Fu Ying's black jacket: "Are you from Aito City too?"

Fu Ying raised her eyes: "No, I——"

A brand new and clean windbreaker quietly fell from mid-air onto Fu Ying's head, interrupting her words.

"..." Fu Ying pulled down her clothes, "Don't use your mental power casually."

Song Shu leaned closer to her and asked curiously, "Spiritual power? Is the ability to use supernatural powers called spiritual power?"

Fu Ying nodded.

"Both mutated zombies and people with special powers possess spirit crystals, which are like backup energy tanks that transport our mental power when we use our special powers. The only difference is that the spirit crystals of zombies are in their brains, while those of us with special powers are in our hearts," she said.

Song Shu: "Okay, I understand!"

Fu Ying: "The mutation level of the superpowers and the weird zombies is the same. The green zombie just outside is one level higher than yours."

Song Shu: "Okay - what? Are you talking about the zombie with green eyes?"

Before Fu Ying could answer, Song Shu started bombarding her with bullets like little cannonballs:

"Why do you call them weirdos? Have you ever seen any other high-level weirdos?"

"The green-eyed monster is one level higher than me, so my chest will emit a white light, so the white level is lower than the green level?"

"What about you? You can fly over here in an instant. Isn't that amazing? Are you at a higher level?"

The warm breath touched Fu Ying's lips, making her feel tingling and numb.

The more Song Shu asked, the more excited he became. He almost stuck to her, and his dark almond-shaped eyes were filled with tiny bits of light.

"……Um."

Fu Ying responded softly, lowering her eyes to stare at the tip of the girl's small nose.

The dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and a subtle warmth passed through the heart.

——A little too close.