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

On her birthday, Fu Ying ate cake, blew out candles, received birthday blessings and gifts from the entire community, and fell asleep contentedly while holding her lover in her arms and stroking his soft tail in her hand.

Time passed quickly, and winter came. Shen Wentian squatted on the ground, staring at the frozen soil, trying to soften it. Kong Sisi, who was making trouble nearby, used her special powers to freeze the soil again and was chased all over the street.

After Song Shu contacted Li Chen from Senrong City, the latter still disagreed to keep those people on land, but Song Shu said that he could provide them with various supplies regularly, and they could also use these supplies to trade with the psychics on the cruise ships and submarines.

Li Chen was a boss before the apocalypse broke out, and this manor was now under her management. Anyone who didn't want such good benefits would be a bastard, so she naturally accepted it with peace of mind.

Of course, Song Shu felt that it was worth it, and she didn't want Fu Ying to see someone who made her unhappy again.

Meng Hailun, who was spared by them, really behaved himself in the outer city area and dared not go near the inner city even a step. Li Shuang also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hate it when she holds my arm," she said to Song Shu, "whether it's at school or here."

On Christmas Eve, as usual, everyone in Yimeng City would receive an apple in a gift box, including Meng Hailun. This year, everyone in Zecheng also received Christmas Eve gifts.

"Compassion is your advantage in winning this war." He Wusheng said.

"You are wrong. I am not a merciful person." Song Shu said, "My sins are the same as yours, and they are very serious."

He Wusheng said: "There's no need to compare me..."

"Still haven't contacted the Emperor God?" Song Shu asked her, "It's already winter, are you feeling chilled?"

He Wusheng was helpless: "I feel heartbroken... all the time."

"Is this appropriate? You are often heartbroken. Can't my existence warm your heart?" Song Shu sighed as if hurt, and took out a watermelon-shaped handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his face.

He Wusheng said: "Don't wipe it, you didn't shed any tears at all..."

"Don't you allow me to pretend?" Song Shu put away his handkerchief and said seriously, "If you can't contact the Emperor God, then I think you don't need to try again."

He Wusheng folded his arms and looked at her: "You mean, you have another way?"

Song Shu rolled his eyes and did not respond directly: "Maybe the Emperor God is too lazy to care about us."

He Wusheng said: "No, the problem of this plane has not been solved, and the God's Domain must take care of it. Their mission will only be temporarily completed after the plane is stabilized. Otherwise, if one plane is unstable, it will affect the stability of other planes."

"It's so complicated. Can't you add a few hundred more gods to your divine domain?" Song Shu said, "When I heard them talking about it before, I wondered why the same gods have been dealing with plane issues for millions of years."

"It's not easy to be a god." He Wusheng said, "Besides, if there are so many gods, there will be new beings that are more powerful than gods in the future."

"Anyway, there have to be top elites and bottom-level people."

“That’s basically it.”

Song Shu was throwing an apple in his hand. He Wusheng looked up at the night sky. The bright moon was hidden behind the clouds. Song Shu's voice sounded again: "When I look at the night sky, is there anyone looking at me through the night sky?"

"You want to talk about the way of heaven?" He Wusheng said.

"People in the God Realm look at a plane like a globe." Song Shu said, "Someone must be watching us."

He Wusheng picked up a wine gourd from his waist and drank it with his head tilted back.

Song Shu stared at her wine gourd and asked suddenly, "He Wusheng, you must be tired of loving someone?"

He Wusheng almost choked. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and said calmly, "Not tired."

Song Shu asked: "Why aren't you tired?"

"The person I love has never thought about falling in love with me, but she loves me, even though it's not the love I want." He Wusheng said, with a bit of tenderness in his eyes, "I'll be very happy to think that she can live forever. As long as she lives happily, I'll feel at ease."

"In fact, it's because she is a god and will live forever, so you will have the chance to see her again." Song Shu said, "I only need her for one lifetime, that's enough."

He Wusheng asked her: "Will you have no regrets?"

"We are not like you. If the world is reborn, we will live the same life as before." Song Shu said, "Living too long is too boring."

He Wusheng was silent.

Song Shu threw the apple to her: "Christmas Eve, peace and everything goes well."

He Wusheng took it and looked up at her again: "You didn't give me a gift box."

"Go back and wash up and eat." Song Shu said and turned to leave.

He Wusheng lowered his head and took the apple. He didn't intend to wash it. He wiped it with his sleeve. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, the expression on his face changed slightly -

Not only did she sense the movement, Song Shu, who had turned around to leave, also turned around suddenly. Vigorous golden energy spread out from around his body, enveloping the entire Yimeng City.

Roars came from all directions. He Wusheng rose to the sky and looked at the crowd in the city covered in gold. They were in a panic and kept shoving each other. Different colors of heart light emerged one after another. A mechanical female voice sounded from above the city:

"The disaster has arrived. Yimeng City has entered the first level of combat readiness. Please perform your duties and guard your posts."

Fu Ying flew out from the balcony and came to Song Shu.

The psychics in the various buildings in Kangle Community also ran along the black corridor towards the city wall, and then rushed to the outer city area from different directions to defend the black wall.

Fu Ying turned into black mist and flew to a place higher than where He Wusheng stayed. The black walls of all sizes distributed in the Huo'ou area began to increase rapidly in height, and spikes and tentacles extended from the surface of the wall.

At this moment, no matter where it was, the ground began to crack into countless cracks, and scarlet light illuminated the sky - except for the Yimeng City, because the ground had already been blocked and protected by the vigilant Fu Ying's supernatural powers.

"The tide of trouble - where are they coming from?!" Luo Ze rushed to Song Shu's side and shouted. Kong Sisi rode her warhorse onto the black wall: "Luo Ze, come up!"

Song Shu raised his head and said to the black fog rising high into the sky: "Zecheng."

"Zecheng has the assistance of Juehen." The black fog descended rapidly and turned back into a human form. "Sure enough, there is something strange underground."

A long time ago, Fu Ying investigated the incident of the ground swallowing people at the Miracle Fortress for a long time, but he was unable to find anything strange. After that, the ground never split again, and the matter was left unresolved.

I didn’t expect that in this future disaster war, the living dead would emerge from underground!