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

After a few days, Fu Ying finally captured the remaining psychics in the western base.

On a dark and windy night, she locked them all in the cage that had once held Ye He and others.

The arrest was not difficult this time. Fu Ying returned to the living room with the lights on. Song Shu was sitting on the carpet, looking at the A4 paper on the coffee table in deep thought.

A breeze blew in from the balcony partition door that Fu Ying pushed open, causing the papers to tremble slightly. Song Shu was completely immersed in her own thoughts. When Fu Ying came to her and sat down next to her, she suddenly came to her senses and knocked her head.

"My past life probably doesn't have much reference value." Song Shu shrugged, "Unless I know what happened after I became a red alien. But, the ending is death anyway, right?"

Fu Ying grabbed her slender fingers, held them in her palm, and whispered, "Yes, the ending is always death. Look at you in your previous life, you were so smart and ambitious, but you still died, didn't you? But death is death, and she still thought of starting over again, that's your chance to live."

"It's my chance to live, and it's yours too." Song Shu said calmly, "Do you remember what Mono said? I always feel like she can see some secrets from her own abilities. Maybe she's hinting at us."

"What are you hinting at?" Fu Ying hugged her tightly from behind, lowered her head and sniffed the fragrance of her hair. "I know, you are thinking about what she said, 'ahead of time', right?"

"Yes, if she didn't foresee anything, how could she say that our base is more advanced than all the bases in the world? It doesn't make sense." Song Shu said, "There are also Hongyi in Canglan City, so the development is not advanced - unless it is our memory, your soul."

Fu Ying hummed lightly, hugged her and continued, "There is not even a grain of rice left in the villa area over there. They are too hungry to resist, so just let me catch them back."

"Really? So good?" Song Shu repeated, feeling a little amused, "Mo Nuo is right. If it weren't for you, the Kangle Community would have collapsed by now, and we wouldn't be living such a comfortable life."

"Fu Ying, do you think we are following the plot now?"

Fu Ying didn't say anything, but just listened to her quietly.

"My storyline shouldn't have been like this. I should have worked diligently and experienced a lot of hardships, and finally used all my efforts to improve my strength. Now I have a cheat like you, and I can use cheats to give me equipment and levels in the first week. Why am I still worrying about so many things?"

"Because you are the type who always thinks of danger in times of peace." Fu Ying said, "Your memory and experience have changed, but your essence has not changed."

"My feelings have changed too." Song Shu leaned comfortably in her arms, turned sideways and kissed her chin, "Why did I fall in love with you?"

"You sound a little regretful." Fu Ying lowered his eyes and stared at the mischief in her eyes, "Are you thinking of starting a harem?"

"...What?" Song Shu sighed, "Who wants to start a harem? I'm not following a harem plot."

"Anyway, no one is restricting you, so don't really think of yourself as an NPC." Fu Ying said lightly, "If you want another woman, go get one."

"Come on, you keep talking about high-speed rail." Song Shu grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart.

Fu Ying's pretty face was distorted by the pulling, but he still said to himself: "I'm fine, go find it, and when you find it, come back and show it to me and check it out——"

Song Shu bit her lips hard.

Fu Ying blinked, stopped talking nonsense, and focused on returning the kiss.

"...I don't understand what you're jealous of," Song Shu let go of her bleeding lips dissatisfiedly, and kissed the wound twice, "Which woman have I been close to recently?"

"This neighborhood is so small, and you're so close to everyone. You always drag a bunch of people to the house across the street for meetings, talking and laughing, and even preparing fruits and tea. Is this a meeting or a date?"

"I see. You liked looking at my face at first, so I was pretty. Now you are not satisfied and want to see more beauties."

Song Shu stared at Fu Ying who continued to talk nonsense and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, why are you doing this..."

Fu Ying rubbed the gold ring on her ring finger with her fingertips: "Can't I be jealous?"

"Eat as much as you want." Song Shu said proudly, "Eat as much as you want."

A smile also appeared on Fu Ying's lips.

"Are you happier now?" She rubbed Song Shu's head and saw a puzzled look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"You're trying to make me happy." Song Shu pouted, "I thought you were really jealous of someone."

"If I say I'm really jealous, would you believe it?" Fu Ying said seriously.

Song Shu looked at her facial features and asked, "Who are you jealous of?"

"I've always wanted to know who that person is." Fu Ying raised her hands in surrender. "I'm just curious and want to know who you were having an affair with in your previous life."

"Pure love?" Song Shu's face showed strangeness. She repeated Fu Ying's adjective, shook her head with a helpless smile, then sighed softly and said nothing.

Fu Ying: "Huh? Why are you silent? Do you know but don't tell me?"

Song Shu frowned, grabbed a handful of cherries from the coffee table, and ate them one by one without saying a word.

To be honest, the scene shown in the dream was truly a combination of blood, violence and sex. She had always believed that even if she became scheming, dark and cold-hearted in her previous life, she would not have any perverted hobbies.

I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it...

"Why don't you speak?" Fu Ying's face came close to her, his expression became a little fierce, "Are you thinking about that woman? You really have someone else in your heart. I know, you inherited the memory of your previous life, so you also have feelings for that woman..."

Song Shu covered her mouth with his hand: "Don't talk nonsense! I didn't do that!"

Fu Ying narrowed his eyes slightly and lightly touched her palm with the tip of his tongue. It was warm and a little itchy.

Song Shu took back his hand, grabbed her ear and said, "How is that possible? I'm not a playboy."

Fu Ying: "Then why don't you say it?"

Song Shu pulled her ear.

"Who is it? Is it Ye Qi? I knew that they were holding hands and there must be some romance..."

Song Shu pulled it again.

"Could it be Bo Li? I saw that Bo Li and she were using ambiguous words to communicate with each other..."

Song Shu twisted her ear counterclockwise.

"Could it be Yu Yi?" Fu Ying ignored the slight pain in her ears and sneered twice, "This man has coveted you in his past life and now, and he is willing to stay in the Freedom Camp as an undercover agent. He is really a love saint..."

Song Shu let go of her ear: "Do you really want to know?"

Fu Ying: “Of course.”

The two looked at each other, and the long hands on the clock beat rhythmically, making clear sounds in the quiet bedroom.

Finally, it was Song Shu who spoke first, with an unnatural look on his face: "I told you that you must have misunderstood. In fact, I don't have that kind of fetish. I don't understand why she would be like that..."

Fu Ying's breathing was slightly heavy. She leaned forward and hugged the girl a little tighter: "Who?"

"That's it..." Song Shu was about to speak when new information appeared in her mind, interrupting her.

"Come quickly."

It was a message from Mollys.

Fu Ying saw Song Shu pause and immediately understood: "Who is looking for you?"

"Moris." Song Shu said, "But it's so late, everyone is asleep, something important must have happened to her."

Fu Ying nodded: "Let's go."