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

After taking a shower, Song Shu went into the bedroom first, while Luo Ze lay in bed with a laptop computer with its own CD-ROM drive on the pillow playing cartoons.

Song Shu found a computer in another household's house, copied a new one and some discs and brought them back, just for Luo Ze to use.

When Fu Ying came out of the shower, she saw a movable three-row shelf next to Luo Ze's bed, which was filled with snacks and drinks. The child was gnawing on chicken feet and giggling at the cartoons.

"..." Fu Ying turned off the lights in the living room and placed a small table lamp on the shelf. "You must go to bed before ten o'clock, or I will smash your computer."

Luo Ze stopped laughing, Fu Ying wiped the water droplets on her arms, and walked calmly towards the bedroom.

She pushed open the door and found that the bedroom was dark, but there was still a faint light coming in from the window.

As usual, Song Shu did not change into a pajamas, but wore the clothes he wore during the day. Fu Ying closed the door, and the sound of slippers hitting the ground was very clear.

She walked over, stood behind Song Shu, and looked at the falling snow outside the window with her.

After a while, Song Shu said, "When I think about the countless eyes outside staring at this place, I dare not sleep."

"This place was watched before, but you still slept as usual at night, didn't you?" Fu Ying said.

Song Shu shook his head and said helplessly: "You said it was in the past. At that time, I was planning to rely on my supernatural powers to eat and wait for death. Besides, the community was not as orderly as it is now."

"You always think that unity is better than fighting alone, but I think differently." Fu Ying paused, and then continued, "However, sometimes being alone is indeed more lonely, and when you encounter a desperate situation, you can only admit defeat."

Song Shu: "You have never encountered a desperate situation on your way from Fran Country to here?"

Fu Ying smiled softly behind her, slowly climbed up the slender waist under the large jacket with his hands, leaned forward, put his lips behind her ear, and whispered, "Yes."

Song Shu was slightly startled: "Yes?"

"Well, one person is always not as powerful as a group of people." Fu Ying confided quietly, "In that situation, I killed a lot of people who stood in my way in order to protect myself."

Song Shu hesitated for a moment, and finally just responded: "I'm glad you're okay."

"You care about me more than other people's lives now, don't you?" Fu Ying felt as if warm water was flowing through her heart, and she just wanted to get closer to the person in her arms. "Once the apocalypse breaks out, even those who have never killed will have to fight hard for their own lives to survive."

"To this day, I have only killed zombies. Although killing zombies is no different from killing humans, if I really face a confrontation between zombies of the same kind, I think it would be difficult for me to do it." Song Shu hesitated and looked down at his palm. "What did you feel at the time?"

"..."

Fu Ying knew what she was referring to. Thinking back on her past life, she did not regret that the first thing she did after awakening was to seek revenge, even though the person involved shared the same bloodline as her.

The supernatural power she awakened was based on hatred, and her hatred naturally reached its peak at that time.

She didn't care that she would commit a sin, nor did she care if the person she attacked had any last words or unspoken difficulties.

The deeper the hatred, the faster and more ruthless the action.

The warm blood splashed on my hands and gradually turned cold.

When the pleasure of revenge faded, she wiped off the stain, walked out of the house where she had lived for many years, took the car keys and drove away.

In the rearview mirror, she saw the dead man rush out, his eyes turning white, and running after the car at full speed.

She stopped the car and wanted to kill them again, but then she changed her mind and felt that the world was hopeless. It would be better if they became one of the walking dead on the road. It would be better if they were shot in the head one day.

So, he stepped on the accelerator and drove faster, ignoring the unusual movements in the villa area.

"...If it were you, you would probably feel weak all over the first time and couldn't believe what you had done." Fu Ying clasped her hands in front of Song Shu's abdomen, clasped her ten fingers together, and held him tightly in her arms.

"I know that if someone asks you to deal with it yourself, it must be because his behavior has exceeded your bottom line and endangered the safety of you and the people around you." Fu Ying said gently, "At that time, you don't need to blame yourself, just think that you are acting in self-defense."

Song Shu: "I understand this truth, anyway, it depends on the situation. I won't let the people I care about fall into danger."

"Speaking of caring, you haven't answered my previous question yet." Fu Ying lowered his head and rubbed her earlobe with the tip of his nose, coaxing, "Do you care about me more than you care about others now?"

Song Shu avoided her intimate behavior and tilted his head and said, "Yes, yes, I care about you more than others. Why are you so clingy now? I still miss the way you looked when you were outside the window with your 50,000 or 80,000 yuan."

Fu Ying was immediately displeased by her retreating action, but she concealed her displeasure on her face, with a slight smile on her lips: "I'm the same to everyone, but you're different."

Song Shu: "Oh... Then what on earth are you doing in Aito City?"

They went all the way south, obviously with a purpose, but Fu Ying either didn't tell her before or was vague about it, which made her quite confused, so she simply stopped asking later.

But it’s different now. She and Fu Ying trust each other and their relationship is gradually getting closer, so naturally she has to ask a few more questions.

Fu Ying maintained the smile on her lips, her eyes flickered, and she simply said, "Xiao Shu, that's not important."

Song Shu thought for a few seconds and said, "It's very important."

Fu Ying: "Why do you think so?"

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's very important." Song Shu said, "I just want to know more about you. Do you think I'm stupid and just want to get rid of it casually?"

"I didn't." Fu Ying answered quickly, thinking quickly and talking to delay time, "I think... those are no longer important. What's important is now, you and I, we--"

Song Shu listened quietly, and suddenly interrupted her: "Did you know me before?"

Fu Ying's brain was stuck, and for a moment, her mouth was faster than her brain, and she blurted out, "I don't know him."

"Oh." Song Shu said, turned his head back and continued to look out the window.

Fu Ying was nervous for a few seconds, thinking that her actions had too many loopholes. Just as she was about to say the new excuse she had come up with, she heard Song Shu speak softly:

"Not knowing... is best."

There was a strange tremor in the voice. Fu Ying felt something was wrong, and Song Shu patted the back of her hand: "Let go, it's time to go to bed."

go to bed.

Fu Ying let go immediately. Song Shu drew the curtains, opened the bedroom door, and leaned over to Luo Ze, saying, "It's time to go to bed. Turn off the computer."

"Okay." Luo Ze said crisply, "Good night, Squirrel Sister... and Big Sister."

"Good night." Song Shu closed the door after saying that. Two seconds later, he laughed out loud, "Fu Ying, do I look younger than you? Why does Luo Ze only call you big sister?"

"It's just a few years age difference." Fu Ying sat on the bed, listening to the rustling sound of Song Shu taking off his clothes, and her heart suddenly had some more charming thoughts.

"Have a good rest at night and don't think too much. I sleep lighter than you. I'll call you if anything happens." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu took off her windbreaker, changed into a black shirt after taking a shower. She wanted to take off her inner clothes before going to sleep, so she took off her shirt with her back to the bed.

Although the curtains were drawn, there was still a ray of light, and Fu Ying saw the clear outline of the back and the action of changing clothes.

She suddenly felt hot, cleared her throat quietly, and turned over.