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

Even though his mother was by his side, Bo Li still found it difficult to equate the neat and strong short-haired woman in front of him with the woman who used to wear a cheongsam and had a manicure, and was gentle, elegant, and yet arrogant.

So, after the exciting reunion and hug, when Mrs. Bo entered her home and looked around the living room, Bo Li just silently picked up the shackles and colorful boxes on the sofa.

"Go take a shower first. If you want to eat anything, just go to the refrigerator." As she spoke, she stared at the black bandage wrapped around Mrs. Bo's hand, then looked at her completely white hair, her heart twitching slightly.

Ah Yan came over and hugged her. Madam Bo glanced at her and said calmly, "You came to find Xiao Li the first time."

"Yes." Ah Yan looked at Bo Li and answered in a deep voice, "After I was infected with the fever virus, I rushed to the community to look for her as soon as I woke up."

Bo Li looked at his mother and couldn't help asking, "Where is your family?"

"They're all dead." Madam Bo untied the bandage on her hand. The skin on the back of her hand was faintly glowing red. "I've relied on these two hands to survive until now."

"I didn't expect you to be alive." Bo Li murmured.

"That sounds really unfilial." Although Mrs. Bo said this, her eyes showed that she didn't care. "You have very powerful psychics here, otherwise you wouldn't be able to control this survivor base so safely."

"Yes." Bo Li said, "We have two gold-level psychics in our base."

Mrs. Bo said, "I see."

She looked towards the bathroom and headed that way.

Bo Li looked at A Yan and held her hand tightly.

Ah Yan stared at her gently, as if he had thought of something. His expression suddenly changed, and he rushed to the bathroom with "Sprint" - but it was too late, Mrs. Bo had already picked up the gag on the sink.

A Yan had no choice but to put away his supernatural powers and retreat back to Bo Li, feeling very embarrassed.

Mrs. Bo put her things down and washed her hands with soap: "Young man, don't think about that every day."

Bo Li then saw what was on the sink. She blushed and whispered, "It's not for me."

"I am very surprised about this." Mrs. Bo said, glancing up and down at A Yan.

A Yan lowered his head to look for a crack in the floor, but couldn't find one, so he walked towards the bedroom.

Then, the afterimage swept over all the objects that were exposed in the bedroom and collected them all.

"It seems that the little girl has been very good to you over the years." Mrs. Bo said, "Your eyes have become much softer than before."

Bo Li laughed at himself and said, "I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago...but you still remember the look in my eyes."

Mrs. Bo rubbed her hands together, her tone still calm: "No matter how rebellious you were at that time, you still came out of my belly. How could I forget you?"

"What happened back then was not my fault anyway," Bo Li insisted.

"It doesn't matter. The kid from the Li family wasn't a good guy anyway." Madam Bo said, "Later, it was reported that he had contracted a serious disease and was expelled from the family tree by the then head of the Li family. That was so miserable. It would be more comfortable for him to become a zombie."

Bo Li smiled bitterly: "I don't know about this, but if he didn't get the dirty disease, you still think I did something wrong, right?"

"It was your choice to run away from the marriage. You have to pay the price for the decision you make. I never said that you are not allowed to run away from the marriage." Mrs. Bo said, taking a face towel and wiping her face with water.

Bo Li was silent for a moment, then asked her, "You are the only one who came in, where are those people?"

"They plan to go to Senrong City," Mrs. Bo said, "The leader of your base is not very willing to accept foreigners. Besides, they are facing family disputes."

Bo Li was confused, but she didn't ask any more questions. She went to the refrigerator to get food and heard her mother say, "Give me some meat. I've been eating so much compressed biscuits that I feel sick just by looking at them."

Bo Li chuckled in the kitchen.

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"Your brother apologized to you."

"I do not care."

"Ok."

Song Shu turned into an Arctic fox again, with his snow-white fur extremely fluffy, jumping around on the sofa. Fu Ying leaned over to grab the fox by the scruff of the neck, but was hit in the face by the big furry tail. The fox kicked its hind legs and jumped away.

Fu Ying tied one of its hind legs with black mist and dragged it back, then held it in her arms and kissed its rapidly trembling ear.

"Why do you like turning into an animal now? So cute."

"You can't see the snow-capped mountains, right? Then I can only think of ways to make you happy."

The little fox licked her palm and its tail slowly swept across the fabric, as if sweeping away the unhappiness in Fu Ying's heart when she saw Fu Yao. She scratched the little fox's chin with her fingertips and let it roll comfortably in her arms.

"If you do that, I really can't help but suck you." Fu Ying said, burying her cheek in the fox's back hair, and only smelling the scent of shower gel.

She rubbed her lips slowly along the fox's earlobe. The heat made the ear tremble even more violently. The little fox whimpered anxiously and swept its tail even faster.

Fu Ying sighed, "Look at you, you have to let me tease you, but you can't help it."

"What? It was obviously me teasing you..."

The little fox wrapped its tail around her fingers, squinted its eyes, and tilted its head to avoid Fu Ying's lips.

Fu Ying held it and walked towards the balcony. After the combat readiness of Yimeng City was lifted, there were still people patrolling diligently on the high walls.

"Actually, I think your brother should be more reasonable. He didn't say anything to you."

"Whether he is reasonable or not is none of my business."

"You really don't care whether he lives or dies? I think his ability is quite strong. It can make people suffer endless pain physically and mentally, or even cause them to commit suicide. It is similar to your ability."

"He has the ability to use this ability on me."

"Look at you, baby. Do you think I'll allow him to use this power on you if I'm here?"

Fu Ying scratched the base of the little fox's tail and responded absentmindedly, "Of course not."

"You're distracted." The little fox was very dissatisfied. He opened his mouth and bit Fu Ying's arm.

Fu Ying had no choice but to stroke her tail more gently. The little fox shuddered all over and twisted around, but Fu Ying held her down steadily: "Don't move, I'm letting you rest."

Is it to relax the mind or stimulate the nerves? Song Shu thought to himself.

The little fox lay there limply, with his eyes closed and not moving.

Fu Ying pinched the little fox's ears, touched its soft abdomen, and rubbed it slowly: "Is this more comfortable?"

The little fox shook his ears to show his satisfaction.

Fu Ying patiently rubbed its belly and whispered, "I am the happiest person in the world."

The little fox lay on its side on her legs, breathing out of its nose, and the force of sweeping its tail became much lighter. In the end, it stopped shaking completely and just curled up there obediently.

Fu Ying laughed softly and said, "Can a fox sleep so soundly?"

She looked up at the blue sky and said to herself, "Maybe I need to update my habit."