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

Click, click.

Wherever the black snow boots passed, the snow and ice paths were all trampled tightly, with messy footprints, as if thousands of people had left their marks.

The moonlight fell on the wall, casting two long black shadows. The cold air could almost penetrate into people's eyeballs, freezing them painfully.

Song Shu leaned down, following the curve of the ice road to estimate the distance, deconstructing the street in his mind, closed his eyes, and opened them again, it was a different scene -

In front of us, there were layers of strange zombies covered with snow from the inside out. The crowded zombies were swaying aimlessly, causing the vision they were attached to to be unstable.

At the end of the street was an intersection where cars were stuck together, causing the thick snow to pile up higher and higher, until even the outlines of the cars could not be seen.

Further ahead is a large shopping mall. There is a large dark crowd of zombies at the bottom of the building, and the entrance has been destroyed.

The strange zombie in front of her slowly turned around, with only one silver-white eye. The other eyeball was bulging out, shriveled, and half hanging in the eye socket.

His vision was instantly withdrawn, Song Shu calmed himself down, turned his head, and nodded to the vigilant Bo Li.

The two men stood up, Song Shu gently placed a wisp of black mist from his fingertips under the wall, and then he and Bo Li returned along the same route.

On the way back, heavy snow was still falling. When Song Shu and Bo Li approached the overpass, a few strange zombies appeared at the intersection, staggering.

The golden telekinesis and black mist simultaneously broke through the monster's brain and dug out the white spirit crystal. The two people ran towards the black wall, and a hole opened at the bottom. They ran in and were suddenly dazzled by the bright light.

The snow inside the community is cleared every day. Song Shu patted the snow off his body, stamped his feet, and said to Bo Li: "I used to like going to that Huanlegang Shopping Center."

Bo Li smiled and said, "After all, there is only one large shopping mall near us. Where else can we go but that?"

Song Shu shook his head: "There must be someone there, and looking at the footprints in the snow, it is obvious that a large number of monster zombies have been gathering there in the past two days. White zombies are not a problem. The point is that high-level monster zombies must have set their sights on that place--"

She stopped talking, a blue shadow flashed before her eyes, and Boli disappeared before her eyes.

Song Shu tried to hold back, but still couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Ever since she and Bo Li went out to investigate together, A Yan has been very jealous. Every time someone comes back, he will kidnap them immediately, as if he is afraid that someone will snatch his wife away.

What a love brain.

Song Shu clicked his tongue twice and shook his head.

She continued walking forward, planning to take a stroll downstairs. Before she had gone far, she saw a girl with her head lowered under the street light. She was wearing a long black windbreaker, her toes gently tapping the ground.

Song Shu was still thinking about Huanle Port, but when she saw Fu Ying, a warm current surged through her heart, relaxing her tense nerves and willingly putting her thoughts aside.

She put her hands in the pockets of her jacket and walked over slowly, her tone very relaxed: "What happened to you on the ground?"

The expressionless girl raised her head, a halo flowing in her dark eyes. She stared at Song Shu for a few seconds and whispered, "As soon as Bo Li came back, he was taken away by A Yan."

Song Shu: "I know, I saw it with my own eyes."

Fu Ying continued to grind the ground with her toes.

"I've been waiting here for a long time," she said.

Song Shu blinked his eyes and walked forward briskly until he was in front of her, with the tip of his shoes facing each other: "You knew when I would be back, why did you have to blow the cold wind down there?"

Fu Ying frowned and pushed the toe of her shoe against the toe of Song Shu's shoe with a little displeasure.

"Because you are my girlfriend." She said as a matter of course, "Who would let their girlfriend go out alone?"

Song Shu smiled and said, "But I'm not going out alone."

Fu Ying said: "I should go with you."

"You have to lead other teams out to explore like Ah Yan and Cao Jian." Song Shu took a step back to prevent her from pressing against the tip of his shoe, and explained seriously, "If you stay by my side all the time, how can I grow up?"

Fu Ying said: "So you don't need me?"

The two had discussed this issue before. Song Shu knew that Fu Ying was upset, so he pretended to be in deep thought: "Well...from the current perspective..."

"You don't have to look at it for now." Fu Ying muttered softly and hugged her in his arms.

The windbreaker wrapped him tightly, and Song Shu took the opportunity to hug Fu Ying's warm body, burying his head in her neck and shoulders with peace of mind. He smelled the sweet fragrance, and couldn't help but put his lips on that soft skin.

Fu Ying whispered in her ear, "Someone is watching."

"When did you start paying attention to other people's thoughts?" Song Shu said, "It's too cold down there, let's go back."

Fu Ying held her and led the black fog back to the corridor on the fourteenth floor. The door was open. Song Shu pushed it open and glanced at the living room. Luo Ze was not there.

Bang—Fu Ying closed the door, pulled her into his arms, and gently kissed her earlobes and cheeks, then moved down to capture her rosy lips.

Song Shu leaned his back against the door, gently curled his fingers, grasped the soft and smooth fabric of Fu Ying's vest, and allowed her to occupy the territory.

The two hearts beat in unison, in sync. Every kiss from Fu Ying was very gentle, though occasionally there were moments of a bit of aggressiveness, but she would stop as long as Song Shu didn't want to.

This time, Fu Ying kissed Song Shu so deeply that he could hardly breathe. He reached out and pinched her waist, then struggled to get free, gasping for breath.

Fu Ying touched her face and said seriously, "You need to practice more."

Song Shu's face was burning, and she snorted, "No."

Fu Ying wanted to bend down and give him a gentle kiss, but Song Shu had already turned around and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

She took out a plate of roast chicken from the pot, and took a box of chocolate milk from the refrigerator. She said to Fu Ying, "Count, we have only been together for half a month, and you have kissed me no less than 500 times."

Fu Ying argued: "How can there be so many?"

Song Shu said: "Yes, a kiss counts as one time, and a long kiss only counts as one time."

Fu Ying placed the waffles and two hard-boiled eggs in front of her: "That can't be five hundred times."

Song Shu snorted and laughed, and pointed out her point directly: "How about the times you secretly kissed me at night?"

Fu Ying's throat rolled a few times and he fell silent.

Seeing her like this, Song Shu raised his eyebrows: "Why do you kiss me secretly when you are not sleeping at night? I won't run away."

Fu Ying walked up to her, massaged her shoulders, and said honestly, "I can't help it."

Song Shu was eating roasted chicken legs, the aroma of meat was everywhere between his lips and teeth: "What can't you resist?"

Fu Ying said: "You said before that you are not Plato, but every time I want to... you reject me." As she spoke, her voice became lower and lower, and she even sounded a little lost.

Song Shu chewed the tender chicken, thoughtfully.

Indeed, since she and Fu Ying love each other, they are just at the beginning stage of passionate love, and when they are kissing and cuddling to the point of losing control, they both want more.

Fu Ying couldn't help it several times, but Song Shu braked in time every time, which made her extremely distressed.

"This is normal," Song Shu said, "After all, I am older than you. I really can't do anything to you."

Fu Ying: "..."

Who attacked whom?