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

Song Shu snuggled in Fu Ying's arms, unable to fall asleep.

She didn't dare to sleep, for fear that when she woke up she would see Fu Ying transformed into Zisang. She didn't dare to imagine what the scene would be like.

If Fu Ying mutates, will she take out the spirit crystal? Will she kill Fu Ying, who is a weirdo?

Song Shu thought, she would, because she wanted to survive.

But she would also be in pain. Losing Fu Ying, her hard-earned friend, would be so painful that she would never be able to forget it even until her death.

"Don't... mutate..." Song Shu murmured softly.

Fu Ying naturally heard it. She touched Song Shu's back, her fingertips lingering on the fabric, feeling the warmth and softness.

"No." Fu Ying said gently.

……

By evening, the rain outside finally stopped.

However, there was still a strong wind blowing against the window. Fu Ying stared at the girl sleeping in his arms with dark eyes.

"Song Shu." She whispered.

——After these few days, have you become more dependent on me?

——The decision I made after my rebirth was not wrong, because I wanted to have you. Have I achieved it now?

——Answer me, Song Shu, have you put me in your heart?

Fu Ying gently touched her cheek with his fingertips. The soft and delicate skin made her unable to help but press down with a little force.

"Ah!" The girl in his arms suddenly woke up, moving around in panic, and reached out to grab her fingers tightly.

Fu Ying looked at her and said, "It's me."

There seemed to be a tense atmosphere in the air.

Song Shu's breathing was very light, and he almost exhaled with a trembling breath, before he suddenly leaned into her arms.

Warm tears slid down Fu Ying's collarbone and into her inner part.

Fu Ying gently touched the back of her head and whispered, "I think I'm fine now."

Hearing this, Song Shu searched for her lower back in the warm quilt, lifted the bottom of her vest with his fingertips, and touched the gauze along her skin.

"Here...is the wound healed?" she said sullenly.

"It seems to be healed." Fu Ying said gently, "Touch it again, you can remove the gauze."

Song Shu unceremoniously removed the gauze and stroked back and forth on the original location of the gauze with his fingertips, but he only touched smooth skin, without any scars at all.

Fu Ying felt a little itchy when she touched her, and her waist and abdomen felt slightly sore.

"You've already touched it. Without a wound, I won't mutate," she said.

Song Shu took a deep breath and withdrew his hand.

"Fortunately, fortunately..." She repeated, "Fortunately... Fortunately, everything is fine... Otherwise, I..."

"Don't leave me, Song Shu." Fu Ying said, "I can't imagine what it would be like for you to be transformed. Be careful, understand?"

"I know." Song Shu hugged her tightly, "Don't let yourself get hurt again - by the way, why can't you be transformed?"

Fu Ying thought about how the supernatural people in her previous life had gone through a lot of exploration before they came up with this good news.

"I think that if a high-level psychic is bitten by a monster below his level, he can still be saved as long as he does not persist in the transformation process and hides himself and uses his mental power to suppress the infection of the spirit crystal."

"So you--are you like this?" Song Shuxi said, "This is good news, we have to tell them!"

The smile on Fu Ying's lips quickly faded: "Yeah."

Song Shu looked at her and said in a good mood: "Hey, don't always be hostile to others, Yuan Lin and the others are very nice people, Gu Zhenyan and Wang Shengye——"

Fu Ying directly pressed her index finger on her lips and said seriously: "I don't want to hear you mention others - especially when we are alone."

Song Shu opened his mouth and bit her fingertips, revealing his little fangs and a smug expression that said "what can you do to me?"

A sudden numbness surged up the right half of her body, going straight to the back of her neck. Fu Ying stared at Song Shu's rosy lips, exerted a little force with her fingertips, reached in and pressed down on her tongue.

Song Shu: "Hmm? Hmm? Hmm???"

"Be obedient, Song Shu." Fu Ying pressed her tongue, and gently pinched her cheeks with her thumb and middle finger. Her tone was very serious, "Otherwise I will be unhappy, and the consequences will be serious."

The fingertips were full of soft and wet touch. Fu Ying pulled back her fingertips and wiped them slowly with a piece of paper: "Do you understand?"

Song Shu: "You - how can you tease others like this?"

Fu Ying said calmly: "I'm not teasing you, it was just a warning."

Song Shu: “…”

Just as she was about to ask what Fu Ying meant by the warning, there was a hurried knock on the door from the direction of the bedroom.

"Song Shu? Song Shu? Are you there?" A male voice sounded as the knock on the door came.

"Yu--" Song Shu opened her mouth, but Fu Ying covered her mouth directly, and the irritability that had been calmed down with great difficulty was aroused again.

"If you make a sound, I'll kill him." She lowered her voice and warned in a threatening tone.

Song Shu's nose was also pressed hard. Her eyes were full of panic and she made a humming sound similar to that of a puppy in her throat, shaking Fu Ying's palm.

Fu Ying rolled her throat slightly and pressed her body towards Song Shu, looking closely at Song Shu's anxious and frightened expression as he was about to suffocate.

……

"——Song Shu? I'm in!"

Yu Yi, who was standing outside the bedroom door with a dagger in his hand, shouted and took two steps back to prevent any movement in the room.

Yu Yi took a light breath and teleported himself into the bedroom - he was faced with a thick layer of dark fog, followed by a huge force that tightly strangled his throat!

It’s Fu Ying——!

Yu Yi took this opportunity to teleport again and brought Fu Ying to the corridor. He felt dizzy and was grabbed by the neck and slammed against the wall. His head and back were in burning pain!

“Fu Ying——!”

Yu Yi was stunned for a few seconds. All he could hear was a sharp sound similar to that made by broken headphones. He didn't know who was shouting, and it seemed particularly distant and hazy.

He squinted his eyes with difficulty, and a figure was swaying in his blurry vision.

"Fu Ying! Put him down!"

This time Yu Yi heard it clearly; it was Gu Zhenyan's stern shout.

Only then did he realize that his face was embedded in the wall, or rather, his body was knocked into the wall by Fu Ying.

Yu Yi met Fu Ying's dark eyes. The blood on his head flowed down his nose and his chest rose and fell slightly.

"I thought... you were dead." He sighed.

Fu Ying's fingers continued to exert force, Yu Yi's entire head was swelling, and his face turned red.

His eyes rolled up and his breathing became difficult—

boom!

A ball of fire rushed into his pupils, and the force on his neck was instantly released!

Gu Zhenyan turned into a fire man and rushed towards Fu Ying, while Ren Deren Fa also transformed into beasts, and the three of them directly surrounded Fu Ying!

"Fu Ying, Yu Yi said that you were scratched by Lan Sang?" Gu Zhenyan asked loudly, "Is it true?"

Fu Ying said: "Yes."

"What? You - actually -" Gu Zhenyan couldn't believe it, "What did you do to Song Shu?"

Fu Ying's entire body was emitting black mist, and countless sharp arrows condensed from it were pointed in all directions.

"Song Shu?"

Arrows filled with murderous intent were scattered around Fu Ying, aiming at Gu Zhenyan, the Ren brothers, Yu Yi, and even Gu Nini and Yuan Lin who were standing on the other side of the corridor.

Fu Ying whispered softly, "She will mourn for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the arrows had gathered momentum, and they were spinning rapidly and rushing towards everyone!