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

Since every psychic will emit light of the corresponding level and color when using their superpowers, which consumes a considerable amount of mental energy, many people call this light "heart light."

After Fu Ying told Song Shu, Song Shu told others, and the news gradually spread among the buildings in the community during this period, and everyone gradually reached a consensus on the story.

Although only a dozen days had passed, Song Shu felt it was very long, especially in this snowy season. She even thought that the twenty-four hours of a day had been slowed down to twice the flow rate.

She sat on the sofa, sensing her own spirit crystal, a faint white light emanating from her heart.

And several supernatural imprints gradually emerged in my mind.

The two supernatural power imprints of "Absolute Hatred" and "Teleport" appear clearly materialized, while the four supernatural power imprints of "Invisibility", "Flying", "Fire Man" and "Speed" are semi-transparent.

The power imprint of "telekinesis" showed strange flickering changes, sometimes clear, sometimes translucent.

Song Shu sensed the blue brain. There was a blue light flickering in the center of the white light on her heart. As her thoughts changed, the objects on the coffee table also moved.

Song Shu used his telekinesis to make a golden light fly out from his fingertips and condense into a palm-sized shield. With his other hand, he controlled Absolute Hate and condensed a black mist into a spear to fight against it.

Fu Ying took out the cooked instant noodles from the kitchen, sensed the powerful mental force in the room, and took a big step forward.

The scene before her was also extremely shocking.

Black and gold formed a strange collision at Song Shu's fingertips. Even the air around her was distorted. The light of her heart, three colors of white, blue and purple, intertwined together, emitting strong energy fluctuations.

The shield formed by telekinesis radiated dazzling light, and the solid golden barrier blocked the sharp spears formed by the black mist.

Fu Ying could see that Jue Hen wanted to erode the defense line of the golden light, and it was very oppressive, but the golden shield was not willing to be outdone, and the golden light became increasingly dense, as if it was going to swallow up the spear.

Seeing Fu Ying standing there watching, Song Shu lowered her eyes, tiny beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. She gradually disintegrated the golden shield and the black spear, and pinched a piece of white spirit crystal from the coffee table to restore her strength. Her pale cheeks slowly regained their rosy color.

The tit-for-tat confrontation between superpowers just now almost consumed all of her mental energy.

Fu Ying brought the instant noodles to her and said slowly, "I just went to the kitchen for a few minutes, and you're playing here by yourself?"

Song Shu leaned directly on the sofa, panting and smiling helplessly.

"It's just fun for you, but it's new progress for me." She leaned weakly and fell on the armrest of the sofa.

Fu Ying helped her up: "Eat something, you will feel better."

A round poached egg and small pieces of ham are placed on the fragrant noodles.

Song Shu looked at them and felt something was wrong: "Hey, where did you get the fresh eggs?"

"Semi-finished product." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu: "Oh...it's my fault that I was too tired and my brain didn't work."

She held the chopsticks and found that her fingertips were shaking like fallen leaves, so she had to lower her head and drink a sip of noodle soup.

"Are you using Bo Li's ability smoothly?" Fu Ying asked.

Song Shu: "Very good, I think as long as I practice more, I can master them. These two abilities are much more difficult than the others."

"Telekinesis is simply the use of thought power, but Bo Li now needs to transform telekinesis into a physical form before he can use it. The superpower is strong, but not human." Fu Ying commented scathingly, "My superpower tends to control and utilize people's emotional energy. If you master these two, you will have no problem protecting yourself and fighting."

"Yu Yi, Yuan Lin, Gu Nini, and A Yan's abilities are more simple and more suitable for self-protection, not combat." She snorted coldly, "If they are used for stealth attacks, they are quite suitable. However, A Yan's level is higher than the other three, and it is estimated that his abilities will evolve to become stronger in the future."

Song Shu: "Then I can't copy their abilities and evolve them all at once. I have to practice slowly myself."

When her hands regained some strength, she couldn't wait to lower her head and slurp the noodles, dipped the poached egg into the soup, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Well, this is a disadvantage. You have to take it step by step." Fu Ying said, "But it's also dangerous if you can't raise your level."

"Not to mention that you can't imprint all the abilities of everyone in a short period of time. If you encounter a high-level monster that tries to convert you, you will be more likely to be converted than other green and blue monsters. If I can't save them, I—"

She paused suddenly, Song Shu chewed a poached egg and said, "It's impossible to save him... miamia... so there is no remedy for a high-level monster biting a low-level mutant... miamia...?"

Fu Ying: "...Talk after you finish eating."

Song Shu swallowed the last bite, and his voice finally became clear: "What I mean is, don't worry, I will do my best to protect myself."

Fu Ying: "I'm worried."

Song Shu: "What's there to worry about?" God, her level is indeed too low, but she will work hard to become a "Resurrection God" with many skills - eh? This title is not bad.

Fu Ying frowned and said in a heavy tone, "Song Shu."

Song Shu: "Call me Xiao Shu."

"Xiao Shu," Fu Ying said, "You have to know that if you are transformed into a weird zombie, I will never forgive myself."

Song Shu felt strange: "Why don't you forgive yourself? It's not you who converted me."

Fu Ying's eyebrows twitched slightly, and several thoughts quickly passed through her mind. The only thing that came to her lips was: "You are very important to me."

Song Shu lowered his head to eat noodles, slurped a few more mouthfuls, touched his stomach with satisfaction, and was in a very good mood.

"I know, you don't have to emphasize it all the time." She said, "Then for you, I have to protect myself well, right?"

Fu Ying: "Xiao Shu, you don't understand." You don't understand what I mean. If I could choose, I wouldn't want to be reborn, but if I could have you and be with you, then rebirth would be meaningful.

If I don't have you, what difference will there be between my rebirth and my previous life? It will only hasten my death.

"I understand. If you care about me as much as I care about you, then I understand how you feel." Song Shu said seriously.

Last night's dream was a huge shock to her.

In any case, she couldn't bear such a future.

Losing Fu Ying...and others.

No.