Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

These words made Xia Yangyang tremble uncontrollably from head to toe, and even gave her the urge to run away.

Because "she" is not her.

Hearing the words "I've found you" would make her uncontrollably fantasize that he was looking for "her" from her past life.

"Boom—!"

Lightning rippled, like a raging beast, enraged at being tricked by the mission takers, and the light dimmed in the oppressive atmosphere.

If another thunderstorm strikes, it will be even more terrifying than before.

Lu Feng naturally noticed the change in the phenomenon, his lowered eyes filled with darkness.

He pulled the person in front of him into his arms and said, "You are seriously injured. I'll take you back."

"……good."

Xia Yangyang should leave now, and bring back the real her in this life.

But she couldn't control her lust, and she couldn't help but trace Lu Feng's features with her eyes. She loved him and they, and this realization was clear and unforgettable.

At that moment, she realized for the first time that "she" was really no longer suited to continue doing missions.

She has experienced too much and suffered for too long in this plane. Her obsession is so deep that she has disregarded her original intentions and herself. She is no longer a mission taker, but a part of this plane, sharing its fate and being tightly bound to the three of them.

The three of them will disappear into the complex and intricate timeline of the past.

She was the same.

From this perspective, how can she not be with them forever? And how can this not be what she wants most?

Xia Yangyang smiled sweetly and wrapped one arm around the back of his neck.

The skin and flesh stuck together, making her arms and clothes look like a patchwork.

Xia Yangyang felt a pang of pain in her heart: "Your back..."

Lu Feng's black, tousled hair was ruffled by the wind. He lowered his head, interrupting her half-finished sentence: "Isn't it sexy?"

"What?"

"You know, Shirano always has his own nonsensical theories. In his theory, a male's wound is an aphrodisiac for a female. So, isn't it especially sexy that I'm protecting you from harm?"

This is something Lu Feng would never say.

He was self-disciplined and adhered to propriety, maintaining integrity and composure. Such open-minded words from his mouth were no different from lifting a fig leaf.

This was clearly something he said to distract her, to cover up the severity of his injuries... How could she be so tactless as to expose him?

So she pulled down his neck, bit his ear, and said in the same hoarse voice she knew so well from her past life—the voice that had always captivated him:

"Yes, you're so sexy I'd love to have a hundred of your kids..."

Lu Feng's body stiffened abruptly. After a slow reaction, he quickened his pace and looked at "her" with a suppressed emotion like a caged beast breaking free.

He struggled to muster a sliver of clarity: "You... are a little different."

"Aren't they the same?"

Xia Yangyang gently exhaled a breath on his neck, one hand supporting his chin, her eyes filled with exhaustion yet boundless happiness.

Her close relationship in her previous life made her know the person in front of her very well. She knew what words would excite him and what words he most wanted to hear.

"Because at this moment, I love you more than anyone else."

Lu Feng's eyes reddened, and his heart pounded uncontrollably, almost bursting out of his chest.

But this intense emotion instantly brought his mind back to normal.

wrong.

She's flirting, but is now the time for flirting?

The person in his arms smiled gently, but that sweet smile made him uneasy, like sand slipping through his fingers.

The hurricane got bigger.

The enemy ship wreckage and the twisting withered branches and leaves on the ground were all pulled backward by an invisible hand, and occasionally the screams of soldiers from the enemy ships could be heard in the distance.

Lu Feng suddenly realized that although they had walked so far, they had been treading in the very center of the thunderstorm's eye.

It felt like a heavy punch to his chest.

He looked up at the sky directly above his head, where the dark vortex resembled the gates of hell opened by heaven.

It's not that they can't escape the eye of the thunderstorm, but rather that wherever they go, the eye of the thunderstorm follows them...

Ignoring the pain in his body, he took long strides and started running.

"There's a magnetic field surrounded by lightning here. The fleet that you brought would be struck by lightning because of its metal hull, so they're all waiting outside. Close your eyes and rest for a bit, and I'll take you back."

Lu Feng's face was completely expressionless. The more challenging the moment, the calmer he became, like a solitary peak that stood firm.

A soft breath escaped from the person in his arms: "No need to be in such a hurry."

"..."

I want to talk to you.

Her profile looked exceptionally serene, like a child about to drift off to sleep on a midsummer night.

A damp, blood-stained hand rested on his chest, gently soothing the growing unease within him.

Lu Feng choked up, and his vision blurred involuntarily.

"What would you like to hear me say?"

"I want to know if you're doing well in this world. Are you still struggling with insomnia?"

They had only been apart for two days, yet she spoke as if they were old friends who had been separated for a long time, without any intense joy or sorrow, only the concern and greetings of a reunion.

The voice from within continued, unhurried: "When you lose control of your emotions, your mental energy often goes berserk. Does it still happen now?"

Lu Feng froze.

How could she know this? He had never gone berserk in front of her. Had he mentioned it to her? Perhaps she had investigated it before, or maybe the insect doctor told her.

His hesitant steps resumed as usual, and a voice came from his throat, hoarser than he had imagined: "I'm doing very well... With you by my side, I'm no longer like this."

"That's good." Xia Yangyang paused for two breaths, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, as if concealing the bitterness within them. When she looked back, she revealed a relieved smile.

"You are calm and reassuring, always cleaning up the messes they make for their foolishness. You've worked so hard all this time."

"...It's all what I should do."

"good."

The thunder grew louder and louder, and the hurricane swept everything into the sky, like a beast baring its fangs.

But he held her as if he were strolling leisurely.

It seems that as long as they are by each other's side, there is nothing to fear.

*

Even if being struck by lightning doesn't damage Lu Feng's soul, he'll still suffer a severe physical injury.

The wind resistance felt like it was cutting into my face, hurting more than a knife.

Lu Feng could no longer take a step forward. He stood in the eye of the hurricane, the combined air pressure almost tearing him to pieces.

He first knelt on one knee, then on both knees, his broad, arched back resembling a Western dragon embracing a princess.

Its entire body shimmered with blue patterns.

Even while kneeling, he held the woman in his arms tightly, making sure her clothes weren't stained with even a speck of yellow sand.

Xia Yangyang's fingers gently caressed the time necklace in her palm, her eyes fixed on the surging golden lightning: [The second heavenly lightning strikes soon, doesn't it?]

The system's tone was complex: [Ten seconds later.]

"Xia Yangyang": [Please start the countdown, thank you.]

The system remained angry at Xia Yangyang's capriciousness. It remained silent, but the ticking countdown sounded just as Xia Yangyang had hoped.

A giant drum in the sky was suddenly struck, and the sound waves spread through the air, vibrating every corner.

Then, a bolt of lightning from the center of the vortex, like a giant hammer brimming with power, crashed down from the sky, instantly illuminating the entire world with its sparks.

Lu Feng used all his strength to lift an ice shield with one arm, his muscles bulging and veins throbbing.

This shield stretches endlessly, as if supporting a continent.

The accumulated, surging lightning struck it, rapidly rushing towards the edges, its ultra-high amplitude, as sharp as silver blades, crawling all over the ice shield.

Xia Yangyang gently stroked his cheek: "Are you scared?"

Lu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at her, too weak to speak.

He could only let her straighten her upper body, cup his face, and gently kiss him: "Don't be afraid, I'll stay with you."

Lu Feng's pupils dilated.

The countless currents bypassed the ice shield and rushed straight to the two people in the center.

The wrath of the gods finally found its outlet, descending with irresistible power.

The surrounding scenery was illuminated as if it were daytime, the contrast between light and darkness became extremely sharp, sparks flew everywhere, and thunderbolts struck continuously, the deafening thunder echoing endlessly.

Lu Feng saw the person who had kissed him move her lips away. She smiled gently, her eyes like clear crescent moons.

She moved her lips and said something to him.

The thunderous roar completely drowned out his voice, and he couldn't hear it.

He didn't let go of her for a moment, nor did he look away, but she had already melted into the sky, which was divided into strands by lightning, like a block of ice melting.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong green light burst forth from her palm.

The electric light intertwined with the green light in the air, growing brighter and brighter.

In that instant, everything seemed to freeze, leaving only the dazzling green light and the deafening, tearing thunder...

As the dark clouds gradually dissipated, a burnt smell lingered in the air, and the Ruins of Time were left in ruins.

His lover leaned against him quietly in his arms, the corners of his mouth that had once turned up now relaxed.

The fingers that were touching his chest also became limp and powerless.

Lu Feng tucked his fingers into hers, his mind and eyes filled only with the shape of her lips as she uttered those words.

A voice, traversing time and space, pierced his eardrums.

Even after a long time, he could still recognize it clearly.

That was his voice intertwined with hers—

[I've always believed you would be the savior of the Zerg.]

"I have always believed that I will be the savior of the Zerg."