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

After blowing Song Shu's hair, Fu Ying went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

"What? Aren't you going too fast?" Song Shu was lying crookedly on the bed, his soft hair hanging on the sheets, playing a game on a game console in his hands.

She saw Fu Ying wearing a windbreaker, boots and overalls and sighed.

"Are you going on patrol now?" Song Shu said, "I have a hunch that they won't show up again for a long time after Building No. 4 is destroyed."

"Your intuition is nothing unless you can replicate the ability to predict the future." Fu Ying said as she walked to the bed, reached out her hand to pick up a strand of soft black hair, and rolled it around her fingers to play with it.

She looked down at Song Shu who raised his face, and her eyes gradually moved downwards to the collar of his pajamas.

"I'll go check out other buildings." She whispered, "If there are intelligent, advanced zombies in this community, then there is only one reason why they are attacking people with special abilities now."

——That is, he wanted to obtain more high-level spirit crystals to make himself stronger.

But it was obvious that a certain high-level weirdo didn't even care about blue-level psychics like Gu Zhenyan and Cao Jian in the building.

Then, it was definitely aimed at her.

Those green zombies gathered together are a warning.

However, the wise leader behind Green Sang does not seem to want his hiding place to be exposed.

Could it be that he hoped she would take the initiative to go over there?

Fu Ying was thinking, and Song Shu quietly moved the hair on her fingers in the opposite direction——

Fu Ying caught her in the act, grabbed her fingers, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "What's wrong?"

Song Shu was speechless: "You pulled my hair, I can't lower my head to play games."

Fu Ying squatted down and said face to face: "What about this?"

She was very close to Song Shu, and the hot air she exhaled when she spoke fanned upon Song Shu's cheek, bringing with it a refreshing scent of bath water, invading his senses.

Song Shu frowned, sniffed a few times, pulled all his hair out of Fu Ying's palm unsatisfiedly, and lay back on the pillow with his body tilted.

Seeing her so leisurely, Fu Ying had no choice but to say, "Have a good rest. I'm going out now."

It's not good to push too hard, after all, Song Shu has just begun to adapt to the real end of the world.

Besides - she wasn't really suited to stay in the bedroom right now.

Fu Ying turned around, but heard Song Shu suddenly ask: "Fu Ying, do you like to be alone?"

Fu Ying sat down on the bed and stared at the girl with a face full of nervous curiosity.

She said, “What are you going to do if I say yes?”

"Can I know the reason?" Song Shu gave her a kind smile, "I don't mean anything else, I just think--"

Fu Ying said: "No."

Song Shu's lips were slightly open, and Fu Ying could hardly take her eyes off that rosy and soft spot.

She snorted softly from her nose and softened her attitude: "If you trust me, why do you ask so many questions?"

Song Shu wrapped himself in a quilt and put his face in Fu Ying's warm palm, behaving very intimately.

"Don't you think it's amazing? We met each other and were able to trust each other in such a short time."

"I want to know more about you, and I can tell you about myself."

Fu Ying's eyes moved slightly, and she stroked the soft skin with her thumb. The scene in the bathroom involuntarily emerged in her mind.

Anyone, any weirdo, is nothing but a piece of meat in front of her.

It's just divided into living meat and dead meat, there is no essential difference.

Did her view of her own destiny change after her rebirth? Why did she feel that Song Shu was not like other people?

Song Shu is smart, sunny, and different from anyone else.

——I’m afraid I have really changed a little, Fu Ying thought.

"I can tell you," she whispered, "Once we're safe here, I'll tell you about my past, okay?"

Song Shu's eyes showed joy: "Okay."

Fu Ying was silent for a moment, her fingertips still gently stroking Song Shu's cheek. The latter leaned against her legs, squinting his eyes, breathing steadily, and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Fu Ying never liked to keep things in her heart. No matter who she met or what kind of accident happened, she would always adhere to the principle of solving the problem quickly to resolve the person and the problem.

But when she met the current Song Shu, she was surprised to find that she had to be much more tolerant.

The only thing she was sure of was that when she was killed in her previous life, there was someone in the base who could control people's emotions and even instantly destroy her hatred-based power.

But who could it be?

She suspected everyone in the base, including Yu Yi.

Yu Yi, the man who betrayed Song Shu's team, joined the Freedom Camp.

She had planned to give Yu Yi's head to Song Shu as a gift, but she refused.

Until her death, Song Shu's promise of "I will kill him myself" was not fulfilled.

Killing Yu Yi now is obviously a wise choice.

And she wanted to kill Yu Yi. With his current abilities, even if he could teleport and escape, she would be able to find him without any effort.

But she secretly wanted to know what had happened between Yu Yi and Song Shu in their previous lives.

Is it good to have the same hobbies?

If the relationship was good, why did Yu Yi betray the team and go to the Free Camp Base in the end?

——She wanted to know what happened in those years.

Fu Ying's fingertips rested on Song Shu's lips, and there was a slight bitterness in her heart.

In this life, she would never let Yu Yi have the chance to gain Song Shu's trust.

While his mind was in a state of confusion, Song Shu had already fallen asleep beside her.

Fu Ying got up cautiously, covered the sleeping girl with a blanket, and tiptoed out of the house.

She left 1415 and stood in the dark corridor, looking at the other end. She didn't know if it was Gu Zhenyan or someone else. The door of 1402 was wide open, and there was some dim light on the ground near the door.

Fu Ying pushed open the corridor window and cold wind blew in.

She released the black mist and flew out of the window, then gently closed the window and used her supernatural powers to pull her body toward the roof.

As a heavy rain fell, the temperature outside was getting lower and lower. Fu Ying landed on the edge of the rooftop and stared into the distance.

The sound of wind on the rooftop gradually weakened, and the black mist around Fu Ying surged extremely quickly for a moment, and then rushed fiercely towards Fu Ying's back!

Fu Ying raised her hand nonchalantly, stopping Hei Wu's actions.

She turned around and looked at the uninvited guest trapped in the cage made of black fog, her eyes a little cold.

"I didn't kill you, but you came to me."

Yu Yi spread out his hands, his smile still gentle, but his eyes calm and peaceful.

"Because I have a question that I want to ask you."

He seemed unable to understand, and there was some confusion in his voice.

"Why do you want to kill me?"