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

Fu Ying's breathing was drowned out by a gust of wind. She grabbed the hair that was blown onto her face, and her voice was steady and calm.

"I don't want to," she said.

Song Shu was not surprised. He smiled and drank calmly.

The two men watched as the color of the sky gradually darkened. Laughter and shouting continued to be heard outside the south inner wall, and the aroma of barbecue floated up with the wind.

Fu Ying remained silent, and it was Song Shu who spoke first: "I have had very few nightmares recently, at least not as often as before I was bitten by the 'Soul Devourer'. The information I can get from my dreams is getting less and less, so much so that I began to doubt-"

"Were those voices urging me to make up my mind to embrace you and possess you? Then, let me endure the pain, accept the gift, and be transformed by the Soul Devourer. You, who know how to stop the transformation of a mutant, will save me at all costs, thus achieving her goal."

When Fu Ying heard this, her dark eyes flashed slightly, but she did not answer.

Song Shu's face was calm and almost indifferent, but the emotions in his eyes became more complex and profound.

"What does it matter if I know the past? I think you will ask me this. Even if you don't ask, I know you are thinking this in your heart." She said slowly, "Don't worry, I can't read your mind."

"You don't just want the memories of the period when I was alive." Fu Ying said, his fingers resting on the wall, but his fingertips had already embedded into it unconsciously, "You want to know your memories before you went back to the world. You want to know what year you lived to, what powerful enemies you encountered, and the reason for starting over."

The dim light in the living room softly shone on the two people on the balcony, and also illuminated the half of Song Shu's face that was slightly tilted.

She lowered her head slightly, her voice was as soft as a feather, and her whispered words floated into Fu Ying's ears in the air.

"If I could start the world over again, I would want to be with you."

The moment she finished speaking, Fu Ying was kissed on the face by her.

This kiss contained a lot of emotions, and was not as indifferent as Song Shu's apparent expression.

Fu Ying naturally hugged her tightly and would not miss any of her initiatives.

Song Shu's breathing was intermittent, and there was even a tremor in his throat. He covered Fu Ying's cheek with his fingertips and pressed harder unconsciously.

Fu Ying pushed her against the edge of the balcony and kissed her, his eyes slightly closed, wantonly snatching the already thin oxygen.

Song Shu's rapid breathing revealed a low voice: "Look at me."

Fu Ying followed her wishes, her eyes opened with infatuation, she stared into Song Shu's tender eyes, and covered his lips again————

At this moment, a calm purple light quietly appeared in Song Shu's eyes, and Fu Ying was successfully seduced by her while she was confused and fascinated.

"Absolute Hatred" was out of control, and Hong Yi's mental power only leaked out a little, but he perfectly controlled the purple spirit crystal buried in Song Shu's heart.

Countless memories poured out from the depths of his mind, as if they were being fiercely dug out by the sharp claws of a ferocious beast, and the scenes flashed by rapidly like a kaleidoscope!

The oppression brought by Hong Yi's mental power shook and tore at the foundation of his memory. Every nerve in his brain was trembling, as if it was clamped tightly by invisible pliers and twisted into a twist, bringing unspeakable pain and wantonly attacking the precarious foundation, almost swallowing up Song Shu's last remaining sanity.

Fu Ying realized and pulled away in time the moment she was controlled, but she still felt Song Shu's will using the "Charm Eyes", struggling to control her.

"——!" Fu Ying was frightened and furious at being deceived. She hugged Song Shu tightly as his body collapsed.

Seeing Song Shu's face turn pale in an instant and his pupils become dilated, Fu Ying didn't dare to move.

She tried her best to calm herself and relax her mental strength to soothe Song Shu's trembling body.

But Song Shu covered his chest, his lips moved slightly, and asked her breathlessly: "Did you...see...did you see...?"

Fu Ying tried hard not to scold her; the veins on his forehead were bulging and his entire face turned red from suppressed anger.

"I didn't see anything," she said coldly.

Song Shu slowly recovered. Fu Ying carried her back to the living room, put her on the sofa, opened the thermos on the coffee table, and helped her drink the hot water.

Song Shu moistened his throat, breathed lightly, and looked at Fu Ying's cold expression.

With every breath, a sharp pain surged in my heart.

"I saw it." Although her face was bleak, her starry eyes lit up, "I saw it..."

Fu Ying didn't look at her again. She stood up and was about to leave. Song Shu hurriedly grabbed the hem of her coat, but his fingers were weak and she couldn't even sit up.

"Fu Ying--" Before Song Shu could finish the rest of the sentence, she began to cough violently, as if the smell of blood was rushing up from her lungs. She coughed for less than ten seconds and vomited a mouthful of warm blood.

At this moment, she was unable to use her mental strength. She turned over and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, leaving a shocking scratch on the back of her hand.

When she coughed up blood, Fu Ying did not continue to walk out, but she did not look back either. She just stood there motionless.

"Spirit crystal..." Song Shu murmured, holding his fist to his lips and coughing, "Fu Ying... give me the spirit crystal..."

The pain in my heart spread to my entire chest, sweat rolled down my forehead, and my body suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.

Song Shu panted heavily, looked up at his lover who only showed her his back: "Fu Ying..."

Her vision began to blur, the back of the person in front of her became unclear, and even doubled.

Song Shu moved his body and clasped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, his fingertips turning white.

Just as she moved to the edge of the sofa, the dizziness in her head became more intense, her vision went dark, and all her strength disappeared in an instant.

With a dull thud, Song Shu's fingers loosened weakly, and the whole person slid off the sofa and fell heavily on the floor!

The spreading pain is still spreading through the body.

However, consciousness quickly dissipated and became silent in the boundless darkness.