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

Fu Ying looked at Song Shu's fair and tender cheeks which were still emitting heat, and just stared at him quietly without saying anything.

Song Shu couldn't wait for Fu Ying's reaction, so he grabbed her hand and started shaking it, causing Fu Ying's body to shake as well.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Hurry up and speak, speak, speak..."

Her parrot behavior was stopped by Fu Ying's hand.

"Why do you think so?" Fu Ying stared at her, breathing shallowly, "Since time travel is the ability of Song Shu, why can't she decide who goes back?"

"Is it possible that she used your spirit crystal?" Song Shu raised the issue, "Because she replaced your spirit crystal with her own. Didn't she say that everyone's soul still exists?"

Fu Ying turned her head and looked away, and Song Shu reached out and turned her face back.

"So, the soul of the deceased Fu Ying is inside that red crystal. It was absorbed by me in the first round. The two souls coexist in the same body."

"In the first round, Song Shu controlled Fu Ying's red crystal. Both her original ability and the copied abilities were all there. But when she released her time-reversal ability, it was very likely that the ability would not be able to select a soul."

"Therefore, it chose the owner of the natal spirit crystal, that is, Fu Ying's soul, instead of Song Shu."

"So, after time went back, you had the memory, but I, who went back to the beginning of the timeline, didn't."

Fu Ying suddenly retorted: "Then why do I have memories? Even if time goes back, I shouldn't have any memories. Time going back is time going back, and it doesn't allow people to retain their memories."

"What if there is?" Song Shu blinked, "Oh, right, the ability of 'Eternal Memory' can preserve memories permanently. I think both her memory and your memory can be completely preserved."

"But 'Eternal Memory' -" Fu Ying paused abruptly, she realized a problem, "No, this is not right, since she didn't expect that time travel would choose my soul, then why did she plant the thought mark in your spirit crystal?"

"If she firmly believed that she could go back in time and start over again, and that she would not forget everything in the past, then she would not have thought about controlling the Ghost Union, the Soul Devourer, and the Ke Rong."

"Since I have returned to the past, I will definitely follow the events of my first week to break into the monster's lair one by one and rescue the people who need to be rescued, instead of doing some messy mind imprint to remotely control the chess game."

"Unless she knows that after she goes back in time, she will definitely forget the past, return to the original starting point, and start all over again."

"Besides, she clearly let you hear it."

"Choose her."

This sentence was like the devil's whisper and appeared many times in Song Shu's dreams.

She listened to Fu Ying's analysis and couldn't help but ponder.

Indeed, even she herself felt that if she had the opportunity to return to the past with her memories in the first week, she would never give this benefit to others.

If she discovered that time travel might select Fu Ying's soul, then it would make perfect sense for her to arrange thought imprints and some "gifts" for herself in the later timeline.

But the words "choose her" clearly had a coercive and forced tone, as if Song Shu had chosen Fu Ying's soul on his own initiative within the range of the target of the supernatural power release, and then used the "mind imprint" to manipulate everything in the new world line, including letting Fu Ying come to find him.

But, can she imagine that herself in the new world line will choose new relationships and new people?

Song Shu was upset and confused, and then Fu Ying pulled him into her arms, with her big hand pressing the back of his head and his cheek pressed directly against the center of the black vest.

Song Shu felt the warmth of the vest material on her cheeks. She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and whispered, "It's really weird."

"What's so strange?" Fu Ying's voice was a little cold. "Xiao Shu, I know who the person in front of me is, and you also know who you are."

"I know my soul belongs to you, not to the Song Shu from the first round." She kissed the top of Song Shu's head and murmured, "No matter if she chose me to use me, or was forced to choose me to be reborn - now, I only need you."

Song Shu was silent for a long time, then hugged her back.

"You have your memories, and I have mine," she said. "We can also see her memories, in my spirit crystal, in my soul. Do you still want to see it?"

"I'm fine with either. You really want to finish watching it, right?" Fu Ying's voice softened again.

Song Shu pressed his nose against her chest and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to watch it now."

After all, those memories do not belong to her now.

And she also knew that those memories belonged to a person with an ill-fated fate, who was carried forward by humanity and hatred. Those memories would be painful, torturous, agonizing, and overbearing.

She would be afraid of the existence of those memories.

They will exist in your brain and will be difficult to erase.

The lingering echo of memory will reveal the thoughts of Song Shu.

Will it eat away at her brain? She doesn't know.

Will it occupy her mind? She doesn't know.

"We..." Fu Ying stroked her lower back, his throat trembling slightly, "Let's not deify you in the first round, okay?"

Song Shu subconsciously asked back: "Why?"

Fu Ying smiled softly.

"If there really is a god in this world, then I will defeat him." She said proudly, "Not to mention that you are just a mortal in the first round. How can you be so strong? So strong that you can hold the whole world in your chessboard? I don't believe it."

"The one who is alive now is me, and the one who is alive is you. And you and I are in love, we are unique, and no one can replace us."

Song Shu tried to put aside those analyses that were comparable to philosophical questions in his brain, and bit the fabric of Fu Ying's clothes, and the tip of his teeth touched the softness.

Fu Ying patted the back of her head: "Stop it."

"Unique." Song Shu repeated, looking up at his lover with sparkling eyes, "We are unique."

"Yes."

Fu Ying assured earnestly, with a gentle sea in her black eyes.

There is a true heart hidden under the sea that can touch the soul.

Song Shu was moved, and holding back the sudden sadness, he murmured, "Why are you so nice?"

"You are so kind, Fu Ying. How can I be so worthy of you..."

Fu Ying pinched her fingers, placed them on her lips and kissed them, her thick eyelashes drooping slightly.

"You saved me, you are very good." She said, "I didn't fall in love with you on the way to find you, because the impression in my mind is still the you in the first week."

"But after seeing you, I opened a back door for you in my heart."

"Fortunately, I didn't go directly south from the highway and leave like that."

"If I were a step later, you would have established a relationship with someone else first."

She pressed her forehead against Song Shu's, and warm breath emanated from her lips, with a slightly sweet and sour lemon scent.

"From the beginning, you belong to me completely."

——I am very happy.