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

November was the late autumn season, and the air was already chilly. The sunlight was still bright during the day, but it was no longer scorching, and it felt warm on the body. The ground was also covered with fallen leaves, and Fu Zihuang felt very distressed. He used his ability to make the trees that had lost their green clothes look brand new.

The sky was clear and the clouds were thin. Eric occasionally flew over with his falcon family, and their cries echoed in the sky for a long time. The night came earlier. When the sun set, the gentle orange-red light shone on the swing on the balcony, which swayed slightly in the wind, and then stayed for a short while before being replaced by the moonlight in the night.

Song Shu spent more time on the swing. Fu Ying practiced her fighting skills in the living room. When she got tired, she would run to the balcony, give Song Shu a kiss on the face, and then go back to continue practicing.

Immersed in this gentle swaying, Song Shu leaned his head against the edge of the swing, yawned, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, sensed He Wusheng's breath, and asked, "Is it comfortable to lie down every day?"

"I'm not just lying down, I spend time meditating and practicing every day." He Wusheng sat on the edge of the balcony, looking at the quiet street scene in the southern part of the outer city, and said lightly, "Although the outer city is very lively, I always feel that it's a bit boring. It's better to meditate and improve my cultivation."

"How is your cultivation level now?" Song Shu asked.

"Not so good. After the artifact was taken away, the spiritual energy in this world is basically that little." He Wusheng said, "Any life form that possesses spiritual crystals will eventually perish. Monster zombies want to eat people's spiritual crystals, and people want to kill monster zombies and steal their spiritual crystals. There will always be a day when there are no spiritual crystals left."

"Yes, that's what I've always thought about." Song Shu said, "The current end of the world is a failed experiment."

"You have never given up on finding a new world." He Wusheng said, "I am also trying to get in touch with the Emperor God."

Song Shu: "So, did you succeed?"

He Wusheng: "No. Even if I succeed, I don't think the Emperor God will have time to pay attention to me. They are also very busy and have to deal with other matters in other planes."

Song Shu smiled: "Let's talk about it after you get in touch with them first."

He Wusheng turned his head to look at her, as if something touched his heart, and his eyes were a little different.

"Song Shu, you are truly a miracle." She said, "If you were in our time, in that plane, you would definitely be qualified to ascend, and perhaps there would be a place for you in the Divine Realm."

Song Shu was unmoved and said calmly, "You're flattering me."

"The fact that this world has developed to where it is today is not entirely my own achievement - if this can be called an achievement, then Yuan Fenghui, Xiang He, Li Chen, Feng He, and Fu Ying are also contributors to changing the world, as are all the people in this world who work hard for what they want and love."

"The people you mentioned - Li Chen, Feng He and the others - are already a thing of the past." He Wusheng said softly, "They created a brand new world before time went back, but you gave the original world a new life."

"You are different, Song Shu. Everything you do may save the world again."

Song Shu smiled and shook his head. He was silent for a while before he laughed at himself.

"There's no such thing as saving the world. I'm just an ordinary person who wants to live an ordinary life. I just hope that everyone can have a good life, instead of living in fear that the future will be completely destroyed at any moment."

"Li Chen and the others are not the past either. They also have their own lives, emotions, and unforgettable pasts. Their lives should be like the NPCs in that new world—of course, they can no longer be called NPCs. In fact, we shouldn't regard the people in that world as NPCs."

"We in the fantasy world are who we should have been."

He Wusheng listened quietly until Song Shu asked, "If the comics have an ending, how would you like it to be drawn? Although I already know that those comic plots are your hopes...why don't you give me a spoiler?"

He Wusheng's gaze was particularly distant at this moment.

"The ending?" she asked in a low voice, not knowing whether she was asking Song Shu or herself.

"The ending should be a child who loves to dream sweet dreams. When she wakes up, she finds that the person she loves is always by her side, and they will have a long time to spend together. Even if there are no thrilling adventures or heart-wrenching conflicts, they will just keep getting along like that."

"I can still understand you, Song Shu." At the end, she smiled and promised, "If there is a chance, I will definitely let you see the ending of the comic, okay?"

Song Shu stretched out his little finger: "Let's make a pinky promise, million-year-old man."

He Wusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not that old, they are the only ones like that..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already hooked Song Shu's little finger and made a promise.

Fu Ying leaned against the wall, a smile on her lips, looking at Song Shu lovingly.

"I always like to do this - make a pinky promise with others." She said this half jealously and half emotionally. Song Shu withdrew his hand and continued to swing: "I'm going to make a pinky promise with you too."

"I'll carve my name on your little finger later." Fu Ying said.

"How scary! Are you going to carve it with a knife?" Song Shu said.

"With your tongue."

"..."

He Wusheng jumped off the balcony: "I'm leaving."

Song Shu was still swinging leisurely, and Fu Ying walked over and sat next to her: "Please make room for me."

"Oh, you really are..." Song Shu moved his body.

Fu Ying said, "How about I sit on the swing and you sit on my lap?"

Song Shu said: "You have no shame."

"I let my own wife sit on my lap, what's there to be ashamed of?" Fu Ying said with a smile, her tone was quite ambiguous, "We have done more shameful things."

Song Shu stretched out his fist and hit her lightly.

"I'm telling you, Fu Ying. Even if you say sweet words to me here and try to make me happy, I'm still going to beat you up."

Fu Ying: “?”

"Don't act like an uncultured person. Haven't you seen that TV series? The Northwest Overlord and his little wife who loves to do her hair." Song Shu clicked his tongue.

Fu Ying: "...Sorry, I was abroad before and didn't watch TV series much."

Song Shu: "You must have read the novel, right? The story of the Northwest Overlord is adapted from the original novel."

Fu Ying rubbed her head and said, "Okay, then I'll take the time to take a good look at it. I'll be the Northwest Overlord and you'll be the little wife, okay?"

"Oh, you are my little wife." Song Shu waved his fist and said proudly, "I am the King of Huo Ou."

Fu Ying put his arm around her waist and smiled happily: "Okay, I'll be your princess."

The two of them leaned against each other and looked into the distance.

After a long while, Song Shu said softly, "Your birthday is coming again."

Fu Ying: "Well, what's wrong?"

Song Shu: "Every time I prepared a surprise for you before, you found out in advance. I don't want to prepare a surprise this time."

Fu Ying didn't care: "It's okay, as long as you stay by my side, it will be my best birthday gift."

Song Shu snorted, "How disgusting."

Fu Ying kissed her and tightened his arms contentedly.