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

"Let go."

"Don't let it go."

"What are you doing holding me?"

"It's because you want to go out."

Fu Ying's entire back was covered by a piece of furry fabric, and her arms were hugged tightly. She was speechless.

If it were like in the past, if someone rushed towards her from behind, she would cut him before even touching his hair.

She was obviously patient with Song Shu, and even her own special ability did not actively identify the enemy, allowing Song Shu to penetrate the black fog and block her.

Song Shu muttered behind her: "And you haven't put on any clothes yet..."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Fu Ying's smooth arm, patted it gently, and said "Wow".

Fu Ying held the long knife in her hand, her voice gradually becoming sinister: "Do you do this to everyone?"

"No." Song Shu said frankly, "I'm not a pervert."

"..."

"Besides, I don't have any friends here, and I haven't seen any living people in the past six months, let alone made any physical advances..."

The voice behind me became smaller and smaller, even a little pathetic.

Fu Ying was unmoved, and said in a chilling tone: "If you see someone, do you have to make a move?"

Song Shu: "Hehe."

?

What are you talking about?

Fu Ying couldn't bear it any longer, so she exerted force with her arms. Song Shu felt dizzy and was carried on her shoulders. His cotton slippers fell to the ground with two crisp sounds.

"boom--!"

The six bedside tables blocking the door were shaken violently. Song Shu hugged Fu Ying's neck and held his breath in fear.

Fu Ying put her down and said in a deep voice: "Stop making trouble."

"If you want to train yourself, you have to do it step by step." She held the black long sword floating in the air, her face indifferent, as if she couldn't hear the roar gradually sounding outside the door.

The door slammed loudly. Song Shu took a deep breath, moved over carefully, and planned to move the bedside table.

Yes, she couldn't just stay at home like this.

In the past, not having to worry about food and drink meant she could just survive. She didn’t know how the outside world had developed, how powerful the zombies were, and how many “kindred spirits” like her were struggling to survive.

Now that he has a survivor with rich combat experience as his companion, his own abilities seem to be able to evolve further.

Go fight!

Ladies, let's fight!

Fight for the people of the world! Fight for all the innocent people who died tragically from the virus!

for--

Song Shu was moving the first bedside table with great enthusiasm when Fu Ying pulled him back by the hood of his pajamas.

"What are you doing?" Fu Ying frowned.

Song Shu was stunned for a few seconds, then asked in confusion: "Aren't we going out to kill the monster?"

Fu Ying: "...You? You look like this now? Are you going to go out and dance with the weirdo in your pajamas?"

Song Shu blushed, touched his pajamas pocket a little ashamedly, and muttered: "Who said I can't kill the monster in my pajamas? You don't wear a coat, and you're not afraid of being bitten by the monster when you go out."

Fu Ying remained indifferent.

"My ability can protect me from being hit by low-level monsters, but you are different, you——"

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

The banging sound outside the door became louder. Fu Ying showed impatience and released two streams of black mist, which slipped out through the crack in the door.

In an instant, the roaring and banging sounds outside the door disappeared.

Fu Ying's ink-black eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent. She especially hated being interrupted by others.

Not to mention that the ones who interrupted her were guys without any self-awareness.

She turned around and saw Song Shu's open mouth.

"what happened?"

Song Shu asked, "You can't even see how many zombies there are outside, can you use your supernatural powers to kill them? Can you use the black fog to see the situation outside?"

Fu Ying was slightly surprised and simply nodded: "Yeah."

It is not easy to stimulate this ability. In her previous life, she only allowed her supernatural power to evolve in the third year after the doomsday.

Before, she could only use her supernatural powers to extract the hatred of others and transform it into weapons and armor to help her move quickly.

Later, I learned how to let the black fog track the enemy to gain vision, and then kill them silently with one blow.

Perhaps because of her rebirth, she evolved her superpowers earlier than her previous self.

Song Shu was very surprised: "Then you..."

She thought about it and felt something was wrong: "Didn't you say that you wanted me to take my time? Then you should drive away those weird zombies and let me rush out fully armed and kill them all."

Fu Ying glanced at her chest and said calmly: "Your clothes——"

"Oh, I know. I'll change right away," Song Shu said quickly. "After I change my clothes and grab the dagger, I can go out and kill the monsters."

Fu Ying pursed her lips and reluctantly agreed: "Well, you need to go out for a while. I have an important task for you."

Under Song Shu's excited and expectant gaze, she pointed to the black garbage bags that filled the entire living room and said, "Throw them all out."

"...Ah?" Song Shu seemed unable to believe it and looked in the direction she pointed.

"You're letting me out?"

"Yes."

"You're going out to take out the trash?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you ask me to change clothes?" Song Shu gestured with his hands angrily, "And why did you hold such a long knife in your hand?"

Fu Ying explained: "We are worried that you might be in danger, so we plan to clear the area."

Song Shu: "Okay, I don't believe it."

Fu Ying: "...Don't be upset."

Song Shu: "??? I'm not being upset, I'm just making a joke."

Seeing Fu Ying's expression of confusion, Song Shu remembered that she had lived in France before, so she could only sigh: "Okay, okay, then I'll listen to you. I'll go change my clothes."

Fu Ying saw her enter the bedroom and followed her in. As a result, Song Shu poked her shoulder with a finger and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fu Ying grabbed her fingers and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Song Shu grinned: "I want to change clothes."

Fu Ying said naturally: "I didn't stop you."

Song Shu: “…”

"I need to change my clothes. I have nothing on underneath." She was speechless. "You came in to see me change clothes. What do you want to ask?"

Fu Ying took back the steps she had taken and said calmly, "Well, you change."

Song Shu looked at her suspiciously and closed the door gently.

Fu Ying noticed that she didn't lock the door.

Hmm? What's your idea?

Fu Ying stood in front of the door for a few seconds, then walked into the living room, passed through the black garbage bags, walked to the balcony, and opened half of the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight illuminated the entire living room and also shone on Fu Ying's face.

This bit of warm color seemed to dispel the gloom between her brows.

Fu Ying let go of the long sword, which turned into black mist floating around his fingers.

It was not until now that she truly felt that she had ushered in a new life.

Only by meeting Song Shu can one have a little hope for the present and even the future world.

Fu Ying thought about it and looked down at the overalls and Martin boots that were covered with dust.

It seems that she needs to ask Song Shu to help her make a few more sets.

"Fu Ying?"

Fu Ying turned around with his hands in his pockets, slightly dazed.

Song Shu, wearing a black jacket and overalls, smiled brightly at her: "I copied a pair of pants like yours. Look, this jacket I'm wearing was bought last fall. It's even cooler than yours."

Fu Ying remained silent for a long time.

Finally, unexpectedly, he curled the corners of his mouth.