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

Song Shu picked up an irregularly shaped blue crystal and was a little shocked.

"You...are these all the spirit crystals from the monsters you killed? Are these the spirit crystals from the blue-level monsters?"

However, most of the things in the bag were white and green, with very few blue ones, let alone purple ones, none at all.

Fu Ying was very calm: "Yeah, but it's not just the weird ones."

Song Shu was holding the blue spirit crystal and was stunned when he heard the words.

"Psychics need spirit crystals to replenish their mental strength, and monsters also need to eat spirit crystals to increase their strength."

Fu Ying looked down at her, his pale face revealing a bit of indifference.

"If the spiritual crystal of the psychic is not taken away, it will become a weapon for the monster to use against the living." A wisp of black mist spread around Fu Ying and spit out a green spiritual crystal.

I think it was the long-armored green fox just now.

Song Shu: "Fu Ying... did you come from the north and meet many people with special abilities?"

Fu Ying didn't comment, but just opened a bottle of mineral water on the bed and drank half of it in a few sips.

The slightly protruding Adam's apple under the fair skin rolled and rose gently as Fu Ying drank water.

Song Shu stared at her for a few seconds and felt that the girl in front of him was too thin.

"Also, aren't you cold? I didn't even dare turn on the air conditioner in the bedroom, for fear that the noise would attract the weirdos outside."

Fu Ying held the mineral water bottle, her eyes fell on Song Shu's pajamas, and questioned: "The physique of a superpower is several times stronger than that of an ordinary person. Are you afraid of the cold?"

Song Shu crossed his legs, wearing a pair of thick chestnut brown socks on his feet, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Then my physique must not be as strong as yours."

Fu Ying said helplessly: "Try to absorb these spirit crystals now."

Song Shu still held the black dagger she had given him in his hand. He put away his smile and held a spiritual crystal that was glowing with a white halo.

When she held her breath and began to stare at the spirit crystal, subtle movements occurred in her heart.

The invisible force spreads from the fingertips to the limbs and bones, and finally gathers in the heart.

It was like a stream of warm water or a gentle west breeze, soothing her body and mind.

At the same time, she also felt more energetic than before, and confidence arose naturally.

While absorbing the spirit crystal, Song Shu used his mental power to control the dagger. A hazy white light emanated from his heart, flickering from time to time.

Fu Ying stood by the bed, observing the changes quietly.

"……call!"

Until the spirit crystal in his hand dimmed and turned gray, the black dagger did not move at all.

Song Shu took a deep breath and heard Fu Ying whispering, "You need to practice more. You have been hiding in the room for so long that your mental power to control your supernatural powers has not been exercised."

Her words hit the nail on the head. Song Shu carefully observed the shiny black dagger, raised his head and asked, "Fu Ying, is your ability to control metal?"

Fu Ying's tone did not reveal any emotion, her voice was very soft:

"What I control is hatred."

Song Shu's eyes widened.

"Then you--" She was about to ask more, but the knife and crystal in her hands were taken away by Fu Ying, and the collar of her pajamas was grabbed.

Fu Ying pulled forward, and Song Shu felt the back of his neck being strangled, and wisps of black mist floated in front of his eyes.

The black mist slowly condensed into a metal-like texture, and a small arrow pointed its sharp end coldly at Song Shu's forehead.

A strange soreness suddenly rose from the center of his brows. Song Shu swallowed his saliva and whispered to the cold Fu Ying: "I know, you don't have to show it to me."

Fu Ying looked at her calmly, knowing that her behavior was always hard to understand.

There were no good people in the base where she died in her previous life, but she was more ruthless than those people. When she got fed up, she just overturned the table.

They were having a calm conversation one second, and the next second they quietly shot an arrow into the other's eye.

Those in the base who had seen her cruel side were polite to her on the surface, but secretly formed gangs to stab her in the back.

She blocked it many times and fought back one by one, but she didn't have the key information and lost the last time.

Fu Ying's fingers that were gripping Song Shu's collar suddenly loosened.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" she whispered.

Song Shu rubbed the back of his neck and gave a reply that was beyond Fu Ying's expectation:

"Because you can't bear to leave."

"……what?"

Song Shu's eyebrows curved, and he grinned at her and said, "Didn't you say that in the end times, food is life? I am a supernatural being who can replicate food."

"So to round it off - I am your life." She said as a matter of course, "You can't kill me, and I don't have to be afraid of you."

Fu Ying: "..."

She remained silent. Song Shu rolled his eyes, opened his arms and hugged Fu Ying's thin waist and abdomen: "If you leave, you have to take me with you!"

——Sister Spider-Man, let me hug your thigh for a while!

Fu Ying's body was tense. She lowered her eyes and looked at Song Shu who buried his face in her abdomen. She put her palms directly on the top of his head and pushed it back, trying to avoid that strange tingling feeling.

Song Shu thought she refused, so he kept pressing his face back.

——I’m going to act like a rogue today!

A unique sweet scent belonging to Fu Ying lingered at the tip of his nose. Song Shu took a deep breath quietly, but was discovered.

Fu Ying frowned and pushed her head away stiffly: "I won't leave for the time being."

Song Shu raised his face and stared at her with burning eyes: "Do you want to stay here with me?"

Fu Ying corrected her: "I'm not accompanying you, I'm staying here to rest for a while and teach you how to protect yourself."

Song Shu: “Is there any difference?”

Fu Ying thought about it and it seemed that there was really no difference, so she pushed her away coldly and tried to open the bedroom door.

"Hey wait, don't do that--!" Song Shu slid down from the bed, but Fu Ying had already turned the lock and doorknob and opened the door.

Song Shu slapped his head in annoyance.

Fu Ying looked at the living room piled with black garbage bags and the six bedside tables blocking the door, and sighed imperceptibly.

No matter what, we have to copy something larger to block the door.

Fu Ying walked out of the bedroom and glanced at the bathroom next to it. Fortunately, it was quite clean.

Song Shu explained in a low voice behind her: "Fortunately, the sound insulation of the house is well done, although I am always terrified every time I go to the toilet and take a shower..."

"Have you ever attracted a strange ghost?" Fu Ying asked suddenly.

Song Shu hesitated for two seconds and said, "Yes, but if there is no sound in the room, they will leave."

I remember when the mutation crisis first broke out, there were strange footsteps and roars in the corridor every day, as well as screams and wails from the living, and their cries for help and roars as they banged on the door.

Fu Ying could naturally think of this, so she asked, "Have you ever opened the door for anyone, or gone out to kill monsters yourself?"

"...I opened it once." Song Shu shrugged, "and then I swore I would never open it again in my life."

Fu Ying: "But you let me in."

Song Shu: "I didn't open the door."

Fu Ying: "..."

She produced a pitch-black knife that was a full meter long and slowly walked towards the entrance.

Song Shu was horrified and rushed over to hug her tightly from behind.