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

On Fu Ying's birthday, the sun was particularly bright, and there was not a single cloud in the sky, which was all blue, as if everything was working together to celebrate her 26th birthday. The wind blew across her cheeks, soft and comfortable.

She woke up from the bed and tried to hug the person next to her in a daze, but her hug was empty and she suddenly woke up.

Song Shu was mixing fruit salad in the kitchen. Fu Ying, who was only wearing a black vest, stretched out and hugged her from behind: "Who is this for?"

"Of course it's for the birthday boy." Song Shu smiled and turned his head, rubbing Fu Ying's cheek, "Take it, and remember to brush your teeth before eating."

"You say that as if I never brush my teeth after getting up." Fu Ying said as she took the bowl away. Song Shu took out a slice of bread from the refrigerator, put it in the machine to toast, then broke two eggs and started to fry them.

Fu Ying wiped her face vigorously with a towel, looked at her rosy complexion in the mirror, and touched her thick black eyebrows. At this moment, she had never been so clearly aware that she was no longer the girl who was full of death and grew up wrapped in hatred.

"Hey, hey, you're good-looking and that's not a big deal. Stop conceiting yourself there. If you have the guts, go celebrate your birthday with a mirror." Song Shu's teasing voice reached her ears. Fu Ying raised the corners of her lips and walked out of the bathroom.

"I've spent my birthdays with you all these years. What's a mirror? Are you jealous of it?" She sat at the dining table and opened a can of iced Coke. Song Shu glared at her and said, "Why are you drinking Coke so early in the morning? Be careful that your teeth will fall out from the acid."

"No," Fu Ying said, "I drink it in moderation, occasionally. I won't drink it like plain water every day."

"Tell me, what do you want for your birthday today?" Song Shu waved his fork, "You have ten minutes to think it over."

Fu Ying didn't say anything, just smiled and lowered her head to drink Coke.

Song Shu grabbed the Coke can and took a sip, savoring the taste on Fu Ying's tongue.

At this time, she heard Fu Ying say, "Will you come with me to the snowy mountains?"

Snow mountain?

Song Shu was startled at first, then said: "If you want to go, I can go with you."

"Don't you always want to see the snow-capped mountains? What do you mean by going with me? If you don't want to go, I can't force you." Fu Ying said gently, "Then I'll think of another one."

"Go." Song Shu said.

Fu Ying added: "Just the two of us."

"Okay." Song Shu agreed immediately.

"But since you're not here, what should they do if they want to come over to wish you a happy birthday but can't find anyone?" she said. "They can't just pile up the gifts at the door."

Fu Ying simply said, "Go early and come back early."

"OK then."

After they finished breakfast and cleaned up the house, Song Shu held up the hood that Fu Ying had worn and couldn't help asking, "Who did you get it from?"

Before Fu Ying could say anything, she said, "Aha, you went to spy on Bo Li and A Yan's love affair, right?"

Fu Ying put his arm around her waist and said, "I'm not that boring. I don't even have enough time to fall in love, why would I peek at others?"

Song Shu threw the hood onto the sofa and smiled obscurely: "It just needs a dog leash."

Fu Ying kissed her: "If you want, I'll get you one."

"Come on, I don't have those habits." Song Shu said with a smile, "It's good for us to keep the traditional way of love."

"I don't want you to use those things either, but if you want to use them on me... I can do it." Fu Ying said seriously.

Song Shu laughed so hard that his waist hurt, and he pushed away her lips: "No, I don't want it..."

Fu Ying's lips were on her palm, motionless.

In fact, Fu Ying was completely motionless.

Song Shu was wondering when his mental power detected the turbulent sea tides to the east of the port - several submarines slowly emerged from the bottom of the sea, and farther away, a large cruise ship was heading towards the city of Aito.

"Let's go to the snow mountain first." Song Shu didn't want to affect Fu Ying's mood because of this matter, but Fu Ying had already controlled her supernatural powers to approach the submarine cruise ship. She narrowed her eyes slightly and was already unhappy.

"It seems that today's trip to the snowy mountains will be postponed." She said, and Song Shu grabbed her wrist: "Don't act rashly, wait and see."

"Other countries don't have Jin Yi, so I'm not afraid even if they do something." Fu Ying said in a deep voice, "Their arrival will bring about a wave of foreign disasters. Although it's not something that worries me, it's annoying."

Song Shu scratched her chin and felt that it was a bit troublesome. She had no choice but to notify the whole city to quickly enter a state of war readiness. She said to Fu Ying, "Let's go together."

Fu Ying looked outside the balcony, her eyes darkening.

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The cruise ship was anchored near the port. Some people with special abilities walked onto the deck and the aisles and looked at the low-level monsters scattered on the shore. Layers of waves beat against the stone shore of the port. Many skeletons were stuck in the cracks of the rocks, being washed over and over by the waves until they emitted a cold white light.

Someone came up from the bridge of the submarine, with weapons transformed by supernatural powers in their hands. A group of people went ashore first, dealt with the strange zombies near the port, and slowly explored the surroundings.

But they did not go very deep into the area, as the surging black fog blocked their view of the land. The psychics who came ashore shouted and retreated back to the shore.

The sea breeze was wet and salty, a smell that Fu Ying hated. She walked slowly out of the black fog, her pair of black eyes flashing with cold light as she looked into the eyes of those alert and nervous psychics.

"We are here to escape." A blond man with blue eyes spoke stiffly in Mandarin. "The other side of the sea has become a playground for zombies."

"Many of our survivors are Chinese." Another man with black hair and black eyes said, "Friend, I don't know how to call you, but we definitely have no ill intentions. We escaped here to survive."

Fu Ying didn't say anything, but just glanced at the crowd on the cruise ship. The size of this cruise ship was enough to carry thousands of people. If all of them entered Aito City...

"It's no problem to stay in the European region to resist the disaster."

Song Shu knew what she was thinking and conveyed her thoughts through his mind.

"No." Fu Ying said, shocking those people, "You can go to Senrong City."

"Senrong City?" someone asked, "Is it safer there?"

"If you have the ability, you can enter the safe zone there." Fu Ying said, "But - how many of you have the ability to do so?"

"Then let's go to Senrong City." said the black-haired man who had spoken just now. Fu Ying surrounded the port with black fog and built a high black wall to prevent them from passing through.

On the cruise ship, there was a middle-aged woman with short white hair, wearing a worn-out tactical uniform and with thick black bandages wrapped around her hands. She came to the shore and strode forward: "I want to stay here, I want to enter this city."

"This is someone else's territory. We can't get in." The black-haired man spoke in Fran country's language and advised her gently, "Let's settle down first and then find someone."

The woman's sharp black eyes stared at him: "No."

A black long sword flashed in Fu Ying's hand, but Song Shu's words rang in his mind.

"Let her pass."

Several men came up to the bridge one after another. One of them walked to the bow and stared at Fu Ying on the shore.

Fu Ying looked at Fu Yao's fierce eyes, and the black long sword in his hand slowly formed a blood groove, and the black blade became sharper.