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

Bo Li woke up from the scalding milk-flannel quilt and found that A Yan, unexpectedly, did not get up early and leave.

Her smooth arms stretched out of the quilt, but were grabbed by A Yan and stuffed back into the quilt.

"Cold." Ah Yan said briefly.

Bo Li noticed that she had changed into clean clothes, and he himself——

"Were you satisfied yesterday?" She turned lazily to the side and stared at her teasingly.

Ah Yan's eyebrows were slightly twisted with a bit of wildness, as if he was unhappy.

"You are not qualified to tease me." She said, exerting force on Bo Li's waist with her fingertips.

Bo Li said: "You pinched my chin yesterday and forced me to drink until I was unconscious. Didn't you enjoy it?"

Ah Yan said: "You are not drunk."

Bo Li smiled: "If I'm drunk, you won't be able to do what's next, right?"

Her tone was ambiguous, and the warm breath she exhaled gently hit Ayan's face.

Ah Yan's face turned annoyed. He lowered his head and bit her lips hard, making her unable to speak.

Boli closed his eyes slightly and responded to her kiss.

After a few seconds, their lips parted.

"It seems that you are still not satisfied." Ah Yan curled his lips coldly, "Anyway, since yesterday, the community is no longer under your control. There is still a lot of time, so it doesn't hurt to come again."

Bo Li turned his face away, turned over, and sank into the soft bed: "Well, it depends on your wishes. I can do whatever you want."

A Yan never had a deep conversation with her. He just leaned over, opened her face and started kissing her.

Bo Li responded to his ex-girlfriend's fierce attacks, having long been accustomed to her unkindness in such matters.

Anyway, I really owe her.

……

Song Shu built a snowman in the snow that was almost as tall as himself.

In fact, it didn't take much effort. She gathered the snow with her telekinesis, and condensed the black mist into a solid shape similar to a mold, shaping the snowman's legs.

Since it was snowing, making snowmen was a must. People from every building came down to make snowmen, and later they started to compare whose snowmen looked better.

"The snow is so deep, don't freeze your calves."

Yu Yi stepped out of the thick snow step by step, wearing a black down jacket and a hat wrapped tightly around his head. He looked at the snowman carefully made by Song Shu, a little confused.

"Are you going to make a snow sculpture?"

"I want to make an ice sculpture, but I need Kong Sisi to help me." Song Shu said.

Yu Yi: "You can obviously copy her abilities."

Song Shu: "Not really. I found out today that my superpower storage has reached its limit."

Seeing Yu Yi's slightly surprised look, she shrugged helplessly: "Actually, I still can't really control my abilities, so I can only do it bit by bit."

Yu Yi: "How could that be? Unless your mental strength is constantly used to copy the abilities you got from others, you won't have the energy to expand the copying area."

Song Shu looked at his hands which had turned red from playing in the snow and fell into deep thought.

“The abilities I copied have never disappeared,” she said. “It seems they are no longer disposable.”

Yu Yi thought for a moment and said, "I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask, how many superpowers do you have that can be activated immediately? How much difference does the use of each superpower consume in terms of your mental energy?"

Song Shu molded the snowman's round hands into distinct fingers and said, "I'm not too sure about this myself. The consumption is different in different states."

Yu Yi fixed his eyes on the snowman and smiled, "Do you need my help?"

Song Shu: "No, I can do it myself."

Yu Yi squatted down and dug out a large piece of soft snow: "After the snow, it seems that the world has returned to its original state, covering up the filth and unbearableness underneath."

"By the way, have you watched some videos analyzing comics online? I have various videos cached here. If you want to watch them, I can lend you my phone," he said.

"I haven't finished downloading yet, but it doesn't matter. At worst I can just make a copy on your phone." Song Shu said.

Yu Yi laughed: "No, that won't work. My phone contains a lot of private secrets."

Song Shu waved to Kong Sisi who was not far away, watched the child jumping towards him, and touched her head.

Her palms felt warm and then quickly cooled. She touched the legs of the snow sculpture with her fingertips, and from the surface to the inside, they slowly turned into transparent ice.

It seems that it can be copied, but it cannot last long. Although Song Shu can sense the spirit crystal imprint of Kong Sisi, he cannot transfer it to his mind.

Song Shu began to work on the follow-up work of the ice sculpture.

Half an hour later, she gently brushed away the remaining snow on the surface after it had frozen into ice, and the facial contours of the snowman emerged, including the brow bone, eye sockets, nose bridge, lips, and cheeks.

Fu Ying saw Yu Yi and Song Shu standing together from upstairs, and jumped directly from the 14th-floor balcony on the north side.

She landed steadily on the ground, and the black mist cleared the snow in front of her. The people around her slowly stepped on the snow to surround Song Shu, admiring the ice sculpture standing next to the flower bed.

Fu Ying walked closer and looked at the back of the ice sculpture, and felt that it looked familiar.

"Look, what do you think? They look very similar, right?" Song Shu proudly put his hands on his hips, and the people behind him were all amazed.

"It's quite similar..."

"You have a very good handicraft. Did you major in sculpture in college?"

Song Shu said: "No, I studied international trade."

"..."

Seeing Fu Ying coming over, everyone looked at her face and glanced back and forth between her and the ice sculpture.

Fu Ying walked over to Song Shu and looked at the lifelike ice sculpture. The facial features were three-dimensional and delicate, with every detail meticulously detailed.

A pair of icy eyes like stars, looking slightly downward, as if staring at the Creator in front of him, a gentle arc condensed on the lips.

The ice sculpture has a smile and a human breath.

Fu Ying stared at the ice sculpture's warm smile, and an indescribable strange feeling passed through her heart.

Song Shu asked: "How is it? Does it look like you?"

Fu Ying turned her eyes away from the ice sculpture's smile and said calmly, "The smile doesn't look real, it doesn't look like me."

Song Shu: "No."

Fu Ying looked at her quietly.

"Fu Ying, this is how you look to me." She grinned. "How about giving it a name?"

--name?

Fu Ying remained silent and looked at herself again with the gentle smile.

If it had to have a name, it would be "Future", she thought.