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

Even after Song Shu fell asleep in her arms, Fu Ying still couldn't fall asleep. She was extremely clear-headed.

In fact, this also has a lot to do with her previous life. I still remember that she managed to hold on for seven days and six nights in order to resist the invasion of the psychic's consciousness.

Later on, it became difficult for her to be harmed by similar supernatural powers, and naturally it was difficult for her to fall asleep.

But she underestimated someone in the base, lurking among them, concealing her second ability, and patiently waiting for the opportunity to kill with one strike.

Fu Ying thought that although she had awakened a second superpower in her previous life, it was a passively triggered predictive power.

The second superpower was only used once, when she was ambushed and killed by some superpower users in the base, and she suddenly received a vision of herself being killed and dying in the future.

The memories came flooding back like a tide, and she felt as if she had really died once, and when she opened her eyes after death, she had returned to the past.

But at that time, she stood there, knowing that she had only received the future, like a premonition, and it did not really happen. Later, because of her predicted ambush, she sent those guys to hell.

But after that, she never activated her second power again until she died in the disaster.

Although he was reborn and had his memories back, that was not because of his second superpower.

She awakened her second superpower in the fourth year after the apocalypse, which was a few months before her actual death. Even if she had known it in advance, it should have happened before the disaster, allowing her to avoid the backstab.

Song Shu moved restlessly in her arms, shifted his body, and slept particularly comfortably.

Fu Ying felt uncomfortable, her palms were always on Song Shu's black hair, slowly stroking, hooking, and playing with it.

Even if a community base is established, it will be of no use. Those psychics who have survived to this day do not know the horror of the disaster.

If an accident happens, she won't care about other people's lives.

There were faint sounds of some sharp and some rough, and a quarrel broke out downstairs.

Fu Ying covered Song Shu's ears. There was a knock on the door, but she ignored it and pulled the quilt up a little more, leaving just a gap for Song Shu to breathe fresh air.

After about twenty minutes, the chaos downstairs gradually subsided.

Song Shu's breath fell on her collarbone, warm and a little moist. Fu Ying thought, if she liked someone, she would never let her have any other choice besides herself.

Just like now, Song Shu can only sleep with her, and she is the only one who can have intimate physical contact with him.

Fu Ying's fingers slid down to Song Shu's waist, her dark eyes staring at the top of the sleeping man's head, and she called softly, "Song Shu?"

Without responding, she quietly inserted her fingers into Song Shu's nightgown, touched his heart, and sensed the spirit crystal embedded in her heart, which continuously supplied her with spiritual power.

"Absolute Hatred" can actually sense the power hidden in the deepest part of the spirit crystal, but it cannot sense the concrete hatred and resentment.

She only tasted it briefly and could not sense that Song Shu had any hatred.

Suddenly, an increasingly fierce roar erupted from downstairs, followed by a dull crash like a shock wave.

Boom!Boom!

Fu Ying's black fog captured the view of the building below, but she didn't care.

Song Shu slowly arched out of her arms, and Fu Ying pulled her hand out at the right time, very calmly. Song Shu seemed not to notice her little action, and he hugged her waist and sighed.

"I just want to have a good sleep and escape from this cruel world. What's wrong with me?"

Fu Ying rubbed her head vigorously: "Then get up, you can't sleep well anyway."

Song Shu yawned and moved his body in her arms, humming and laughing: "You are really moody and your emotions are not stable at all."

Fu Ying said: "I am moody, you have to bear it even if you can't stand it."

Song Shu said: "Haven't I been suffering all the time?"

The tip of her nose pressed against Fu Ying's warm skin, rubbing it affectionately.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The dull sound of collision resounded through the sky!

Song Shu looked up warily: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ying said calmly: "There is a fight downstairs."

"What! Someone is fighting——!" Song Shu jumped up from the bed. Fu Ying saw her hurriedly kicking off the quilt and frowned slightly, "Where are you going?"

"Of course we have to go down and stop the fight. Are these people crazy? They're causing trouble before the community is even safe?!" Song Shu said as he tore off his nightgown. Fu Ying knew that she was not wearing any clothes underneath, but she just watched quietly.

Considering that Fu Ying had seen her body before, Song Shu felt that it would be a bit hypocritical to be shy any longer, so she simply changed her clothes in the bedroom and put on her coat and pants quickly.

"Let's go!"

Fu Ying lifted the quilt and slowly changed her shoes, as if she didn't notice Song Shu's anxious expression.

The noises downstairs became louder and louder, and there was a knock on the door again, as well as Yuan Lin's voice.

"If you don't come out, they will tear down Building No. 2!"

Song Shu rushed out of the bedroom, Fu Ying put on a windbreaker and followed slowly.

"What's wrong?" Song Shu was pulled to the corridor window by Yuan Lin. "Oh my god, Kane is sick again!"

"Some of the survivors of Building 5 used to live in Building 1. They now want to return to their own houses. Kane believes that Building 1 is now their territory."

Gu Nini suddenly appeared behind them and explained the situation below. Song Shu stared at the white smoke billowing and dusty lawn downstairs, as well as several miserable psychics who were being held by their companions.

"Is Bo Li trying to mediate?"

Yuan Lin said, "Yes, Gu Zhenyan and the others have also gone down. They were already dissatisfied with the behavior of Kane and his gang of outsiders, and they are now on the same front as Building No. 5."

"Then..." Song Shu seemed to be thinking, "We don't need to go down."

Yuan Lin: "Yeah, I think so too. Let's wait and see what kind of people they are in Building 5."

Song Shu: "Were you two downstairs just now?"

Yuan Lin shrugged: "My leg is broken and hasn't healed yet. Gu Nini went down by herself."

Song Shu: "Oh ok... I just saw Gu Nini rolled her eyes. Hey, she rolled her eyes, right? Was it towards you or me?"

Yuan Lin looked back and found that the person had turned around and walked away with big strides. From the back, one could tell that she was in a fierce manner, as if she had been provoked by someone.

Song Shu asked Fu Ying: "What happened to her?"

Fu Ying's face remained calm as she shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Yuan Lin moved his ankles, tapped the glass with his knuckles, and walked away: "Leave it to you. I'm going back to sleep. It's too noisy outside."

"You're still sleeping when it's so noisy? I was woken up by the noise, so why are you still sleeping?" Song Shu said angrily. Fu Ying stretched out her hand, pinched her chin, and turned her towards the window.

"Aren't you going down?" Fu Ying said, "It looks like some people are getting so angry that they're about to go crazy."

Song Shu could naturally see everything between Building No. 1 and Building No. 3. She lowered her eyes and looked at the bottom of the building. She pondered for a moment before turning back to look at Fu Ying.

"I forgot to tell you that I can now brand your powers," she said, "but I'm not sure if it's permanent."

Fu Ying smiled: "It's okay, take your time."

Song Shu grabbed the window sill and jumped directly off the windowsill. Pearly white feathers of light instantly lit up behind him.

Fu Ying also flipped casually and dived down!