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

Song Shu slept soundly, immersed in a deep dreamless sleep. She no longer had to think about anything or worry about anyone. She was completely relaxed and liberated, floating on the silent lake, which was calm and without ripples.

She often falls into this lucid dream state, especially when she meets her former self. Lucid dreams break the boundary between reality and illusion, and isn’t the mind imprint a bridge between consciousness and deep consciousness?

In her dreams, she saw her current self, her memory self, and even her self hidden deep in her subconscious. When she began to think in deep sleep, it meant that she had entered a deep level of conscious game.

The thought imprints left by Song Shu in the first round are the remnants of her consciousness in that timeline. These imprints are not only memories, but also an active spiritual existence.

In the past, she was forced to bear those fragments of memory, but now, when she reaches certain conditions at a certain stage of thinking, these marks will be triggered in her dreams, and the two self-consciousnesses will precisely intersect.

She always believed that she could see Song Shu again in the first week, and the mental imprints left by that guy were definitely not completely gone. They were in her body, hidden in her consciousness, waiting for the right time to be triggered.

In the dream, Song Shu stood in an illusory space, with no clear shapes around her, only vague light and shadows floating around. She looked ahead quietly, without making any moves or making any sounds.

"You are tired."

"I am very tired."

Song Shu turned around and looked at the other self standing behind him. Time had stopped in this area.

"You don't need to be confused, life is good now."

"The best life is one that doesn't require so much burden." Song Shu said, "I bear everything... including your life."

"I'm sorry."

"You are me and I am you."

"You hope to find a way to have the best of both worlds."

"I have always looked forward to it, and it has never changed."

"Having a lover who will accompany you for life, a foreign city under your protection, and a large number of survivors who regard you as their spiritual leader, isn't that enough? It is too difficult to have both in the world, and it is not so easy for you to do it. "

"But I'm really tired. If I weren't so tired, maybe I wouldn't have met you today."

"In the final analysis, you are still not strong enough. The real strength is that no matter what you do, you can adapt and rely on your own heart."

"You once relied on your own heart, but what was the final outcome?"

"At least I gave you the opportunity to choose your own life, and I also gave others the opportunity to choose their own lives."

"Fu Ying's rebirth was an accident. If she didn't have that passive ability, she wouldn't have recovered her memory in the time travel. I have always had your memory, but I have no way to awaken it because you shackled me with your mind imprint."

If time goes back, no one would remember all this. It's just that "Extreme Control" has the blessing of a magic weapon, and she chose to replace Fu Ying's spiritual crystal and placed the mark of thought in both the purple crystal and the red crystal on her heart.

The owner of the purple crystal abandoned it, and the red crystal has the power of two souls. In the time reversal, the passive ability is triggered. The condition for triggering this ability is future death, but Song Shu has not been killed at that time. Therefore, the soul object chosen by the red crystal is Fu Ying, and the memory of death is the Delu Lake Forest.

"You have changed the world, Song Shu."

"I didn't change the world, I just accepted the existence of this world... But now, I don't want this world anymore."

"Well, I still say the same thing."

"…Relying on my own heart?"

"If you really believe in your heart, you will know what you want to do. If you really don't want to give up on the world as it is now, then you should find a way to reshape it."

"Reshape... I no longer have the energy to reshape it."

Song Shu covered her face. The other self had disappeared. She only felt the strength in her body continuing to disappear.

She didn't know how long she had stayed in this space. Her thinking became slow and she kept muttering the words that her other self had left for her.

The longer she whispered, the more anxious and uneasy she became.

Reinvent the world... Reinvent the world...

Reshape it…Reshape it…

Reshape...it...

……

Song Shu slept all day.

When she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her dark pupils were surprisingly bright.

She sat up from the bed and saw Fu Ying squatting at the end of the bed, doing something. It was still dark outside, but there were still some noises in the building, so it was probably not yet midnight.

"Fu Ying, what are you doing squatting there?"

Fu Ying didn't answer. She slowly stood up and turned her head.

Song Shu saw her wearing a dog-shaped mask and climbing onto the bed in the dim room, with only her two eyes exposed.

Song Shumu looked at her with a sullen face as she crawled in front of him and propped her hood against his cheek. He had no idea what adjective to use to describe his feelings at the moment.

"Why are you cosplaying in the middle of the night?" She reached out and pulled Fu Ying's hood off, fiddling with her messy hair. "What are you thinking about?"

"Isn't this just to make you happy?" Fu Ying muttered in a low voice.

Song Shu pulled her clothes and said, "Come and sleep."

Fu Ying crawled into the quilt and hugged her: "You've slept for a whole day, do you still want to sleep?"

"So what?" Song Shu said, "I can sleep whenever I want."

"Okay, you can sleep with me too." Fu Ying joked. Song Shu had tried several times over the years but failed because she really couldn't reach it.

Song Shu snorted, "No, you don't give me any emotional value."

Fu Ying was helpless: "Okay then."

"Did you have a nightmare?" She asked habitually. Song Shu shook his head: "No."

Fu Ying asked: "Really?"

Song Shu tickled her: "Really not."

Fu Ying kissed her and calmed down: "I love you."

No amount of sweet words can compare to these two simple words.

Song Shu curved his eyes, kissed her lips, and said, "I love you."

Fu Ying used the black mist to draw the curtains to block the moonlight outside, and whispered, "Sleep a little longer?"

Song Shu thought for a moment and said, "I want to hear a ghost story."

Fu Ying pinched her nose and said, "Say 'act coquettishly' for me?"

"Oh." Song Shu said angrily, "You know I'm not good at acting like a spoiled child."

Fu Ying touched the back of her head and gave her a wet kiss.

"That's it."