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

Song Shu bent over and stepped on a sharp spike protruding from the black wall, and felt a strange touch on his lower back.

She tilted her head and looked at Fu Ying: "What?"

Fu Ying put her hand on her lower back: "Didn't you say your butt would be frozen?"

Song Shu joked, "Why, do you want to rub my butt?"

Fu Ying thought about it and said, "Okay."

Song Shu: "...I can't."

She muttered, no longer looking into the distance, and Fu Ying said, "Let's go, Juehen will take care of these things. I'm a little tired."

——This seems to be the first time that Fu Ying said she was tired. Song Shu thought to himself, straightening up and observing the expression on Fu Ying's face.

A fair, cold face, with dark pupils that were very clear, and no sign of fatigue at all.

Seeing that she was still holding the purple spirit crystal, Song Shu opened her palm. The spirit crystal had gradually lost its luster and became dull, with only a hint of purple remaining.

"How much mental energy did you consume from your actions just now?" Song Shu asked, "Don't try to be cool. What if something goes wrong?"

This is a purple spiritual crystal that no other psychics have ever seen!

Even if they held it in their hands, they couldn't absorb much, but Fu Ying was holding it expressionlessly beside her, and was almost absorbing all the spiritual crystals!

Fu Ying just curled her lips when she heard that.

"You're still laughing." Song Shu also tried to pinch the spirit crystal, trying to absorb some power, but the surging mental power immediately swept through her whole body, and then rushed straight to the spirit crystal in her heart - there was too much.

Song Shu couldn't control it and quickly pulled his hand away, feeling that he could kill a cow with his bare hands.

After Fu Ying completely absorbed the spiritual crystal, it turned into a gray waste crystal stone.

The countless white spirit crystals on the surface of the black liquid slowly gathered together and were all transported inside the wall, where they were snatched away by the psychics who had rushed over.

Gu Nini grabbed Gu Zhenyan and flew down from the sky, with flames clearing the way and directly covering the white spirit crystals on the side of Building No. 2.

Ren De Ren Fa also jumped down in animal form. Two of them brought down a large sack and scrambled for it happily.

"What's mine, it's all mine!"

"You can't grab them all, you can't grab them all!"

As they were scrambling, Gu Zhenyan raised his head and laughed at Fu Ying, "Fu Ying, you did charity work but didn't tell us about it. You are immoral!"

Fu Ying threw away the waste crystal, ignored them, and opened her arms towards Song Shu.

Song Shu blinked and hugged her waist, thinking that the two of them were going to fly home.

But Fu Ying just hugged her and jumped off the black wall, landing steadily in the group of psychics who were scrambling for loot in Building No. 1.

Yu Yi teleported with a bunch of white spirit crystals in his arms, and when he saw them he just grinned and said hello.

Kane appeared where Yu Yi disappeared, his deep blue eyes full of smiles: "Hey."

He did not grab the spiritual crystal on the ground, but just extended his hand. Song Shu ignored Fu Ying's face which suddenly darkened, and shook his hand awkwardly: "Hello."

Kane, who had sobered up, seemed to still remember what happened at that time. He seemed to have changed into a different person, and his behavior began to be restrained: "I'm really sorry for being so rude before. I had no manners since I was a child, so--"

Song Shu had never seen anyone scold her so honestly, and she had never dealt with such a person before, so she didn't know what to say: "Well, Fu Ying has taught you a lesson anyway, so don't do it again."

Kane looked at Fu Ying, then at her, his expression becoming more cautious: "Well... Actually, I didn't force myself... Uh, I haven't touched a girl either. I just talked about it before."

Fu Ying looked at him calmly. If Kane said anything about coveting or harassing Song Shu, she would cut him open and hang him on the wall.

Song Shu: "I understand."

Kane breathed a sigh of relief and began to laugh: "It's good that you know. I was afraid that you would think of me as a bad person who does all kinds of evil."

Song Shu: "Okay..."

Kane: "I just stole some stuff and killed a few stupid bitches."

Song Shu: “…”

Fu Ying said coldly beside him: "What on earth do you want to say?"

While they were talking to Kane, the large amount of white spirit crystals on the ground had already been divided up by the psychics.

Some people were pushing and shoving, with anger in their eyes. If Song Shu and Fu Ying had not been here, they might have broken out into a fight.

"Kane," Cao Jian stood downstairs. He lowered his head, lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and squinted his eyes and said, "Don't bother other girls. You've already been offensive enough."

"Bye. If you need anything later, just come to me." Kane patted his chest and ran back to Cao Jian.

Song Shu looked at Kane who was holding Cao Jian's shoulder, and asked Fu Ying quietly: "What do you think he is thinking?"

Fu Ying's eyes were cold, and there was no emotion in her tone: "I don't care. As long as he doesn't touch you, I don't care what he intends."

Song Shu: "Ah, but I just saw your death stare."

"Because I don't know what he wants to say." Fu Ying said, "If he dares to seduce you, I will kill him."

Song Shu: "...That's not how seduction works."

The two walked along the wall, Ren De and Ren Fa ran away, and Gu Zhenyan and Gu Nini flew back to the balcony. The wall was empty and all the spirit crystals had been picked up.

"I don't mean to say that, but I think the people with superpowers in the community are all okay. At least no one wants to turn himself into a pig that swallows all the benefits in one gulp." Song Shu said.

Fu Ying said calmly: "That just didn't touch their real interests. Xiao Shu, don't think too highly of human nature."

Song Shu curled his lips: "I didn't."

Fu Ying: "But from what I've observed, you've been very friendly to others these days."

Song Shu stopped talking, turned his head away, and walked forward alone.

Fu Ying felt a little helpless, thinking that she had made someone angry, and quickly chased after him.

"Xiao Shu," she said nervously, "I didn't mean anything else."

Song Shu ignored her.

Fu Ying had no choice but to speed up and catch up, and put her arm around Song Shu's waist - the light golden light restrained her hand.

Fu Ying realized that this was telekinesis. She was afraid that if she struggled too hard, Song Shu would be attacked by the backlash of his supernatural powers, so she just slowly and gently broke free from the telekinesis.

A halo appeared on Song Shu's back and his body became translucent.

Fu Ying knew that if she didn't catch the person, he would fly away, and it would be even more difficult to catch him. So she had no choice but to release the black fog to trap the person, and her heart began to ache.

Song Shu attempted to control the black fog, but Fu Ying's "Absolute Hatred" had autonomy after all. In addition, Fu Ying was subconsciously unwilling to let go, so "Absolute Hatred" naturally would not compromise and would not be controlled by Song Shu.

"Xiao Shu," there was a soft hug behind him, and Song Shu heard Fu Ying apologize in a very gentle voice, "I don't mean to lecture you, don't be angry."

"..." Song Shu lowered his eyes and looked at her fingers clasping his waist.

Fu Ying's fingers are very long. The joints are not thick, but they are protruding and have obvious outlines.

With a pair of hands holding her like this, it would be difficult for her to escape.

Fu Ying continued to coax him in a low voice: "I don't mean anything else. I'm just worried that you'll be deceived by others. You are free to choose who to communicate with. I won't control you."

As Song Shu listened, he felt that what Fu Ying said was very similar to the lines in TV dramas, which was a bit funny.

She burst out laughing. Fu Ying was stunned for a second before reacting: "You're not angry?"

Song Shu looked innocent: "I'm not angry. Didn't you say that I'm friendly to everyone?"

Fu Ying: "Then?"

Song Shu: "So, I was just giving you an example."

Fu Ying: "..."

She took a silent breath of the damp and cold air, and seeing Song Shu smiling with his eyes narrowed into a line, she had no choice but to accept the prank.