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

"..."

"Fu Ying! Fu Ying! Wake up!"

The girl's anxious face flickered before his eyes, the firelight illuminating her face.

Fu Ying stood up, looked at the starry night sky, the woods and the fire, and the girl who had saved her.

The moment she opened her eyes, a black dagger appeared in her hand, and the girl in front of her was full of worry.

Fu Ying instantly became alert, attempting to control the girl's hatred from her spirit crystal.

But her chest hurt so much, her body had no strength, and her brain was in excruciating pain, so her supernatural powers naturally couldn't work.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was awake, and then whispered: "I used my ability to block the outside world, but it can only be used once, and it can probably last for one night. Are you okay-"

Fu Ying breathed in the cold, damp air, her vision still doubled, but the dagger in her hand was directed straight at her heart, piercing deeply into the fabric of her clothes.

The girl had a face that looked very pure and innocent, and there was no trace of fear in her dark eyes illuminated by the firelight.

"I saved you," she said.

Even though there was a fire to provide warmth, Fu Ying still felt that her toes were as cold as if they were soaked in ice water, so cold that they hurt.

She moved her lips, her face calm: "What do you want?"

The girl frowned slightly, said nothing, and just handed her a bottle of mineral water.

"Drink some water first. I couldn't feed you when you passed out."

Fu Ying held the dagger and said coldly, "Who are you?"

"My name is Song Shu." The girl said, "I am from the Yimeng."

Fu Ying's eyes turned fierce, and he became even more angry when he saw the girl's calm appearance.

"If you knew who I am, you wouldn't save me." Fu Ying sneered, and at the same time stabbed forward with his hand -!

"I know who you are."

Song Shu simply pinched the tip of the dagger and disassembled the dagger under her stiff expression, and wisps of black mist floated in the air.

"You are from the Freedom Camp." Song Shu said, "You are the one who escaped after being blocked by Bo Li for several days in the winter."

Speaking of small profits, Fu Ying felt murderous. She threw away the water Song Shu handed over and said, "Get lost!"

Song Shu was not annoyed, he just looked at her quietly.

Fu Ying struggled, leaned against the tree trunk, straightened her back, felt the softness beneath her, and subconsciously looked down at the "cushion".

It was a thick black down jacket. Fu Ying suddenly felt her mouth was very dry. She supported herself on the wet mud and tried to stand up despite the pain, but was grabbed by Song Shu.

"The spiritual crystal in your heart almost fell out, so I put it back in for you and healed your heart injury at the same time," she said, "but your broken bones and depleted mental energy need to be restored, so don't move around."

Many scenes before she fell into coma flashed through Fu Ying's mind, including the moment when she and Song Shu looked at each other from a distance of a hundred meters in the group of strange zombies.

She couldn't move now and was at the mercy of others.

"Whether you want to take me as a prisoner or try to persuade me to work for you, I will not agree." Fu Ying made her voice very soft. It was very energy-consuming to endure the pain. She wished she could just die.

"Drink some water first." Song Shu insisted on handing the mineral water to her.

"Where did it come from?" Fu Ying said.

Song Shu smiled, and his expression softened, which had become serious because of Fu Ying's movement.

"If you know the name 'Returning Hands', then you know where it comes from."

Fu Ying was silent for a moment. She stared at the fire and realized that the fire in front of her was not caused by burning wood, but real flames.

It should be the fire-type ability copied by "Re-Hand".

Then it’s no surprise that Song Shu can use her special abilities.

Fu Ying unscrewed the bottle cap and drank most of the bottle of water with an expressionless face.

Song Shu watched her throat rolling back and forth, and seemed to think it was too quiet, so he said: "If you can join the alliance, we will have a great help."

Fu Ying shook the remaining water in the bottle and found that she hadn't drunk such clear and sweet water for a long time.

"In return, I will bring you his head."

Song Shu was slightly stunned, and after he realized what she meant, the smile on his face faded.

"I will do it myself." She turned her head and looked at the dancing flames, her eyebrows lowered and her expression dimmed. "It must... be done by me. I will kill him with my own hands."

Fu Ying shook the bottle and smashed it to the ground, but her expression remained calm.

"If you want to kill someone, don't be soft-hearted," she said, "otherwise you will be the one who dies."

Song Shu stared at the fire in a daze and did not respond to her.

Fu Ying moved his body, touched his chest, and sensed the spirit crystal in his heart.

"If you let me go, many people from the alliance will probably die at my hands." She threatened, "Besides, I will also--"

Song Shu tilted his head to look at her, and in the light of the fire, Fu Ying saw the wet luster in her eyes.

I couldn't even utter the words "kill you".

She paused and changed the subject: "I will take revenge and kill Bo Li and those superpowers who trapped me."

Song Shu lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, then smiled helplessly: "Bo Li is a very good person. Over the past few years, she has been protecting me and accompanying me to explore my superpowers little by little. Although afterwards-"

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Fu Ying, if you are willing to join the Alien Alliance, we will be comrades who trust each other."

"I won't go." Fu Ying said, "If you don't want to let me go, kill me."

"I won't kill you, you are a purple alien." Song Shu said, "As we get closer to the end of the world, humans will need higher-level aliens more and more."

Fu Ying couldn't help but sneer: "At this time, are you still worried about the survival of mankind?"

Song Shu: "Yes, I am not only worried, but I also want to protect more people."

"Freedom Camp is not your home." Fu Ying looked at her gentle and sincere eyes and heard her soft voice: "You are living in a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones. It is better to come to Yimeng. You can sleep well in the future."

Fu Ying didn't know what would happen to her when she was unconscious, but Song Shu obviously knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep well.

She closed her eyes and calmly rejected Song Shu's invitation.

"You are wrong. Freedom Camp is my destination," she said, "because Yu Yi and I are the same kind of people."

……

Fu Ying's tightly closed eyes were dazzled by a burst of white light. She put out her hands to cover them, her thoughts still immersed in the dream just now.

Someone patted her lower back hard through the quilt.

"Hurry up and get up. I've already prepared breakfast. Why are you still sleeping?"

After Song Shu finished speaking, he rushed out of the bedroom like the wind. Fu Ying sat up, lost in thought.

She looked up at the clear sky outside the window and suddenly recalled the stolen kiss in the middle of the night.

That was not a dream.

She wants to make it a real future.