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

Gu Zhenyan and others came forward to communicate with Cao Jian, pointing out that they should tie Kane up and hang him at the gate for seven days and seven nights.

"Are you preparing New Year's goods here, brother? Making bacon?" A sturdy man next to Cao Jian said, "Kane is a superpower after all. It will be our loss if he goes crazy."

"If it really doesn't work, let's just laugh it off. Besides, Kane was almost killed by your cold-faced girl. At worst, we can drink and apologize to you later - tonight, let's do it tonight, how about it!"

"When will you give up the building to show your sincerity?"

"Didn't we say we'll see what the arrangements are? Anyway, the supplies we get are ours, and the supplies you get are yours. We can talk about the rest later."

"..."

Yu Yi stood aside, watching Gu Zhenyan, Ren De and others arguing with Cao Jian and others. He turned his head and saw that some sofas had not been moved away, and many people were leaning on them to bask in the sun comfortably.

Two slender figures were standing next to the scattered stones of Building No. 4.

The two people were standing very close to each other, seemingly talking about something.

Yu Yi looked for a while, and the hem of his clothes was pulled by the little girl he rescued, and she handed him a candy.

Yu Yi looked down, his bangs hiding the red birthmark beside his eye. He took the candy and said, "Thank you."

……

"So what are you thinking about now?" Song Shu tilted his head to look at the girl who had her arms around his shoulders with an unfathomable expression.

Fu Ying: "I was thinking, we need a helper."

Song Shu: "What helper?"

Fu Ying was silent for a long time. Song Shu saw her looking at him, and he couldn't understand the expression on her face.

"What's wrong? If you feel there's something you can't say, let's go back and talk about it."

"Nothing," Fu Ying said, "We can talk about it directly. I was thinking that you need an ability to know other people's abilities."

Song Shu: "Then this is really... comparable to an encyclopedia."

Fu Ying used some strength in her hands and held her towards the bushes. "Yes, if this ability is only used by one person, then we all know that it is a crime to possess a treasure. People with this ability cannot protect themselves and have to rely on others. They will not live long."

"But you are different. Once you have this special power, no matter what path you take in the future, it will not be the worst one." Fu Ying said.

"The principle is still the same. If I can only copy other people's abilities, I will die easily." Song Shu smiled, "But in the situation of shortage of supplies, they can't do without me, and the base can't do without me even more."

"That's right, so I want to remind you." Fu Ying's voice was very low, and her face was calm, "Don't give them the opportunity to be confident, don't support them unconditionally, and don't easily - trust others."

The two men walked to the vicinity of Building No. 2. The outer wall of the lower floor was covered with a black wall by Fu Ying. But when Ren De and others wanted to go up, the black mist emitted wisps and pulled them up.

In Ren De's words, this thing is like an automatic elevator that pulls you up, which is fun.

Song Shu put his hands behind his back, a little puzzled: "What kind of illusion did I give you to make you think that I am the kind of person who easily trusts others?"

Fu Ying was silent for a few seconds, and her heart felt a little blocked because of Song Shu's words.

She had always felt uncomfortable with Song Shu's attention to other people, but she didn't know what the root cause of her discomfort was.

Did Song Shu trust others and end up being betrayed, causing the base to be severely damaged? No.

Is it that the person Song Shu trusted was actually the enemy who pushed him into a desperate situation? No, that's not the case.

Did she discover that she had a crush on Song Shu, but watched her being ignorant and establishing close relationships with other people?

This is what Fu Ying thought at first.

However, although the memories of her past life were profound, they could not cause her emotional fluctuations as much as what was happening before her eyes now.

So, when Song Shu said these words in a tone that was not really a question, Fu Ying seemed to have figured out the reason why she had been feeling unwell for the past few days.

She turned her eyes away from Song Shu's gaze and said calmly, "I just think that since you trusted me so easily because I saved you, it would probably be the same if someone else saved you."

Song Shu raised his eyebrows.

"To be honest, there has to be a first come first served principle," she said. "You've taken away so much of my trust, so naturally I'll have less for the people behind me."

"..." Fu Ying's throat tightened.

The cold wind blowing in her face couldn't blow away the depression in her heart.

So is it better to take the initiative from the beginning? Even if you join in halfway, it won't be like this now.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Shu smoothed her hair that was blowing in the wind and pursed her soft lips.

——It's just two lips, everyone has them.

Fu Ying stared and thought, she didn't feel anything unusual when she was feeding him water, it was just that her mentality changed too quickly.

"What about me?" Fu Ying said, "Am I the one who has your trust?"

Song Shu said: "Yes."

She answered calmly, decisively and naturally.

And what Fu Ying needed was an answer like this one.

"...That's great. Later, the people from Building 5 will definitely come over and ask you to help them copy supplies." Fu Ying brought the topic back and continued naturally, "Looking at the situation, each person can only get a week's worth of supplies at most."

"One week?" Song Shu said, "You overestimate me. My mental strength is not that strong... There are a lot of them."

Fu Ying: "Well, then three days."

"Anyway, since you've decided to cooperate, just keep going." She gently kneaded Song Shu's fingers, measuring their length, "but there's one thing I want to make clear in advance."

Song Shu stared at Fu Ying's slender and bony fingers, and couldn't help but touch them, feeling the protruding veins under the smooth skin on the back of her hand.

"What's there to compare? My hands aren't as long as yours."

Fu Ying didn't respond to her and continued, "Not everyone thinks you are their savior. Some people just can't stand seeing you do well and want you dead. So, when we encounter problems, I won't be as willing to mediate as you are."

Song Shu: "You will choose a more extreme method."

Fu Ying: "Yes, I will."

Song Shu's moving fingers were covered by her entire palm and he couldn't pull them out.

There was an emotion in Fu Ying's eyes that she couldn't understand. Her dark pupils reflected the warm light, but they were still very cold.

"I'll try my best to let you know before I do anything."