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

The light hole was slowly disappearing. Song Shu put down her hand and quietly looked at the place where it disappeared. The breath on her lips continued to turn into white mist. She slowly turned around and said in the stunned eyes of others: "If the world could be reborn, would you all like to remember everything that exists now?"

The cold wind suddenly became fierce. Fu Ying took a step forward, stretched out her hand to hold Song Shu's shoulder, and stared at her closely: "Xiao Shu."

This has already been said openly.

Bo Li first covered his mouth, then asked incredulously: "Can you really make everything start over again?"

Song Shu said: "Yes."

The city was still celebrating the victory in the Battle of Tide of Trouble.

Kong Sisi and Luo Ze held each other's hands tightly. They looked at each other with determination in their eyes.

"This news must be told to everyone." Bo Li murmured, "We can start over with our memories, right? By then there will still be viruses -"

Song Shu said: "There will be no virus."

Several people were shocked again, and then they were ecstatic: "Really?!!"

Fu Ying didn't say anything. She just remained silent and looked at Song Shu sadly.

When this sentence was spoken, it was the moment when Song Shu made the decision not to regret it. She found a way, even though this way might come at some cost.

It is not that easy to start the world over again, and she dared not think about what the price would be. She could only wait for Song Shu to tell her.

Song Shu smiled faintly, his eyes full of relief.

"Okay, don't look at me like that. I won't be a scumbag and abandon you." She stroked Fu Ying's cheek and said, "I will tell the people in Yimeng City about this news so that they can be mentally prepared."

"When do you plan to start the world over again?" When Song Shu turned and walked towards Building No. 2, Bo Li chased after her and asked her.

"Maybe in a minute, maybe in an hour." Song Shu put his hand on her shoulder, "Maybe after everyone is mentally prepared."

"Bo Li, if you have time, let's go to the comic convention together. I'm looking forward to that day."

Bo Li stared at her as she walked forward, and somehow he felt extremely disappointed.

Ah Yan stepped forward and held her waist, whispering, "Think about it, if we go back to the past and have our memories, Madam Bo will no longer use her own set of values ​​to constrain you."

Bo Li murmured: "You are right, but I..."

——I am quite satisfied with my current life.

In fact, this was not only her idea. When everyone in Yimeng City received Song Shu's message, some people also had this idea.

In the end times, life safety is guaranteed, food and clothing problems can be solved, there is no need to worry about a bad life in the short term, and the physical fitness is countless times stronger than that of ordinary people...

But for more people, after receiving this message, they only felt endless joy and anticipation.

If you can reunite with your lost relatives, lovers, and friends, what's the harm in giving up these interests?

The noise in Yimeng City became louder and louder, and it seemed that it could not be stopped without the use of force. Fu Ying looked back at the brilliant fireworks that were flying high into the sky in the city, and walked towards her lover step by step.

"Have you considered?"

"Think about it."

Fu Ying's chest was heaving violently. She stared at Song Shu for a long time before she spoke with difficulty, "What will the price be?"

"Well...I'm not sure yet." Song Shu said calmly.

Fu Ying's forced calmness could no longer be used on the surface. Her tone suddenly became fierce and she grabbed Song Shu's wrist forcefully: "What do you mean you are not sure?!"

"Didn't you say you would support me?" Song Shu said.

"That's if you don't hurt yourself!" Fu Ying said, "You already have the ability to send He Wusheng back to the divine realm. Have you made a second deal with the gods?"

"Not yet." Song Shu said, "I think I have the ability to do it, so I don't need to rely on a deal with the gods."

Fu Ying stared at her blankly, his face as pale as snow.

"What are you going to do? You copied the power of the artifact and turned back time?"

Song Shu shook his head.

"I want to copy a world." She said calmly, "Restore the world to its previous state, but don't copy the virus."

Fu Ying repeated her words, the corners of her mouth trembling slightly, and she forced herself into an ugly smile.

"I know you want to say that this is a huge project," Song Shu said, "but no one can do it except me."

"You've seen it before. I can restore rotten oranges to freshness, and dilapidated ruins to shiny high-rise buildings. Naturally, I can also restore this scarred world to its original state before the virus destroyed it."

"——Including human hearts?" Fu Ying murmured.

"Then we have to rely on the mind imprint. Fortunately, I still have this ability now." Song Shu said, "Although I don't know if the supernatural power will still be effective after the world is restored... I think this depends on everyone's willpower."

Fu Ying said softly, "You can't do it."

Song Shu said: "I can do it."

Fu Ying shook her head slowly, and fear seemed to be bursting out of her heart.

"You should have told me earlier." She burst into tears. "I should have had more time to prepare than them."

Song Shu's breathing stagnated.

Then, she hugged Fu Ying's waist and rested her head on her neck and shoulders.

"I gave you too much time to prepare, and then I would be reluctant to give up."

Fu Ying's tears burned her skin. Song Shu pursed her lips and her voice became even gentler.

"Don't be silly. Why do you think I will completely forget you after everything starts over? Am I such a loser? Or are you afraid that you will forget me?"

"I don't know what price you're going to pay. What if the price is your life?" Fu Ying whispered, now a little calmer. "If you die, I'll commit suicide for love."

"How could you die? Would I let myself become so miserable?" Song Shu smiled and held her hand, "I won't let you have the possibility of committing suicide for love."

"Xiao Shu..." Fu Ying murmured.

"I love you." Song Shu said, "Fu Ying, I really have so much to say to you, but there are too many regrets in this world now."

Fu Ying looked at her absentmindedly, then whispered, "You remember this world."

"Yes, that's why I want He Wusheng to travel around the world for me." Song Shu said, "I want this world to return to the way I remember it."

"——Go ask them for help." Fu Ying was silent for a long time before she said softly, "Go ask the gods. Since they can awaken Feng He's consciousness and restart the world, they can also make it so that you don't have to pay a price to end it all."

Song Shu shook his head: "Guess why He Wusheng said I am a miracle?"

Fu Ying didn't say anything.

Song Shu smiled softly: "I suddenly thought of a pun. I am 'miracle' and also 'opportunity'."

"So, there is no need to wait for the opportunity of a new world." She closed her eyes calmly, "In fact, what I have been waiting for is my own determination."

Scenes from the past flashed before her eyes. Fu Ying looked at the lover in front of her with a moved expression. She lowered her head and breathed softly, which rolled in her throat again and again before she regained her expressionless look.

"Let's meet here and end it here."