Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Another night passed, and as darkness deepened, the firelight in the inn's charcoal brazier grew weaker.

The person on the bed was delirious with fever, breathing lightly and hotly.

Although the black python guarding the tomb lives in the tomb, it is afraid of the cold and prefers warmth. At this moment, Little Black Bean is coiled on the chest of the mistress's slightly open clothes, with its head comfortably resting on that warm and undulating curve.

What can a snake understand? It only knows that this nest is warm and soft, and it is extremely satisfied.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lu Xize's forehead.

The little black bean was connected to his five senses; the warmth and even the subtle pulsation of the soft spot pressed against him were transmitted to his nerve endings without any error.

He reached out and hovered his hand above the small snake: "Come here."

The little snake didn't move, and even more comfortably shrank its body, its thin tail tip swaying.

Lu Xize's jaw tightened.

The person on the bed was ill, so he couldn't force him to leave.

Looking around the room, he noticed the uncollected bowls and chopsticks on the low table. He pulled out a chopstick and used its tip to nudge the snake's body.

The little snake wriggled unhappily, trying to avoid the chopsticks, as if it was determined not to leave.

Lu Xize's face darkened further. He thought to himself, as a dignified young marshal, when had he ever acted like a lewd person, sneaking into his elder sister-in-law's bedroom?

I had no choice but to use chopsticks to wrap around its middle section and try to pull it away by force.

At this awkward moment—

The person on the bed trembled and slowly opened their eyes.

Xia Yangyang's eyes were dazed, and the high fever made her gaze misty.

The first thing she saw was Lu Xize's handsome face, so close to hers, his expression tense, and... the chopsticks in his hand, holding a small snake perfectly between his fingers, hovering above her chest.

The air suddenly froze.

She frowned: "Uncle... what are you doing?"

Lu Xize: "..."

The tip of the chopsticks holding the small snake trembled almost imperceptibly.

He quickly grabbed the little black bean and stuffed it into his pocket, then turned to the side and said, "Why are you asking me? You said you were hungry and wanted a midnight snack, but you fell asleep while I was handing you chopsticks."

Did I... say that?

Xia Yangyang blinked slowly, her voice filled with confusion.

"Otherwise, why would I be here?!" Lu Xize slammed his chopsticks on the table, even showing a hint of anger at being mocked. He had turned the tables on his guests, which was utterly shameless.

The high fever eroded Xia Yangyang's judgment, while Lu Xize had always disdained to fabricate such pointless lies.

At least that's how she perceived it.

"Oh..." she uttered softly, tilting her head and letting her cheek sink back into the pillow. "I'm sorry... I was probably just talking in my sleep."

"..."

The person on the bed was breathing rapidly, then her breathing became long and hot.

His taut shoulder line relaxed almost imperceptibly for a moment, but then he pursed his lips.

The night breeze flickered the candlelight.

He raised his hand and loosened his meticulously tailored collar.

Why is the charcoal fire in this inn burning so brightly?

*

With the traitor in the shadows dealt with and Lu Xize escorting them all the way, the journey south was incredibly smooth.

Apart from that one terrifying train explosion, I've never seen him plot anything horrific.

Actually, it's not that he didn't do it, he just knew to avoid her.

She only learned about the incident by chance when she saw the newspapers being sold on the train. It turned out that the child of an old retired soldier had been kidnapped by foreign thieves who had rented the land, and the old soldier had led thirty or forty of his personal guards to kick down the embassy that had rented the land.

It is said that all the buildings and furnishings inside were destroyed.

Finally, the matter was alarmed by the other party's higher-ups, who personally returned the child unharmed before the matter was settled.

Direct, violent, and leaving no room for compromise.

Like a red-hot knife, it cuts through all the tangled threads.

This is his attitude towards things, or rather, this is Lu Xize.

What could she say or do? After all, no one died, and the goal was achieved; his schemes always succeeded.

She closed the newspaper and rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

As dusk settled outside the window, the train rumbled forward.

The man opposite had his hands in his coat pockets, half of his face hidden behind his high collar, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes colder than glass, staring out the car window.

"What are you looking at?" Noticing her gaze, he glanced back at her and asked.

It wasn't a question, but a warning, the implication being: Don't look me in the eye.

After being together for so long, the two of them are like stones rubbing against each other; at least they could create some sparks.

If this continues, this wonderful opportunity to be alone in the south will be wasted.

"When will we get there? We keep changing trains, I'm feeling suffocated." Xia Yangyang took a deep breath.

Lu Xize let out a short, mocking laugh, his high collar unable to conceal his sarcasm:

"If you can be less startled, the journey can be shortened by at least three days."

Xia Yangyang's fingers, which had been tapping on the newspaper, paused: "Maybe... if you stop always sticking your collar up and making yourself look like an escaped prisoner, you'll reduce the number of people staring at you by half?"

Lu Xize suddenly and sharply scanned his surroundings.

Sure enough, he ran into a few people who were glancing at him but couldn't look away in time.

He glanced back out the window and casually added, "I think you're really bored. I'll take you off at the next stop and get you a mule cart."

"..."

Xia Yangyang: [Hasn't he ever suffered the consequences of his foul mouth? I'm not petty, so I'll make sure he bites his tongue every time he opens his mouth, or that the train suddenly brakes and his face hits the glass.]

System: [Sorry, the store doesn't sell such unethical items.]

Xia Yangyang: [...Lu Xize's actions were too meticulous. I was hoping to pull off a 'damsel in distress' scenario, but I couldn't find a single opening. This body is useless; it gets a high fever as soon as it's startled.]

System: [Special Offer: Random Event Triggered Gift Pack for 9.9 each, do you want it?]

Xia Yangyang's interest was piqued: [Random event trigger? What kinds of random events are there?]

System: [Anything can happen, like an ex-girlfriend suddenly appearing and slapping you, winning the lottery, having your wallet stolen... In short, it's completely random.]

Xia Yangyang stroked her chin: [Seems like I'm not losing out?]

Whatever happens, it's better than the current stagnation between the two of them.

Xia Yangyang: [Buy one!]

System: [Ding! Random event trigger gift pack purchased, costing the host 9.9 Pregnancy Points]

Xia Yangyang was a little excited: [How do I use this?]

System: [Ready to use immediately after purchase.]

In other words, random events have already—

A tremendous force suddenly grabbed her arm and violently pulled her away from her position.

In a dizzying moment, she was pinned between the partition of the private room and his body by Lu Xize.

Bullets whizzed and pierced the back of the chairs they had just been sitting on, sending cotton wool flying everywhere.

The man who had just been sitting to the side drinking tea suddenly stood up, grabbed his rifle, and opened fire on the two of them.

A man in a brown coat shouted as he fired shots, "What the hell were you glaring at me for?! You want to fight me?! Come on! I'll shoot you dead!"

The sudden turn of events left Xia Yangyang dumbfounded: [Holy crap?! They even found a way to pull this off?! How did these guys manage to load such a huge gun onto the train?!]

Another skinny man beside him also brandished a rifle, his eyes bloodshot: "Looking so pale, he's obviously a gigolo! My wife ran off with one of those gigolos! I'm going to kill every gigolo in the world! You die!!"

Xia Yangyang almost burst out laughing when she saw Lu Xize's dark and sour face up close.

That feels great! So satisfying!

But he soon became annoyed, feeling that this randomly triggered event seemed a bit excessive.

Lu Xize moved quickly, drawing his sidearm from his waist with one hand and firing a precise burst.

Before the two gunmen had fired even a tenth of their bullets, they both fell to the ground.

But these were not two ordinary people; they were a band of mountain bandits from who-knows-where, filling the entire carriage. They were incredibly responsive, and when they saw two of their brothers fall to the ground and die, their fighting spirit was completely ignited.

"Boss! Second Boss!!"

"You pretty boy, you dared to kill my brother! My Tiger Head Gang will make you pay with your blood!!"

The firepower came crashing down on them like a madman, pinning them down so they couldn't lift their heads.

Wood chips, glass shards, and warm liquid splashed out instantly, accompanied by screams and cries.

The firefight escalated instantly.

"Damn it! A bunch of lunatics!" Lu Xize cursed through gritted teeth, using the structure of the carriage to fight and retreat, grabbing Xia Yangyang's clothes by the back of her collar and moving towards the connection point.

He was an extremely accurate marksman, never missing a shot, but the enemy numbers were too great.

While preventing herself from tripping over debris, Xia Yangyang gripped his collar tightly, lest she be strangled to death by his grip before being shot.

She seized the opportunity to curry favor: "Their target is you. Leave me here and get out of here!"

"You think you can hold out for three seconds as a human shield?" Lu Xize didn't even turn his head, and with two shots, he smashed the latch on the car door, letting in a blast of cold air.

Then he shoved her towards the door.

However, when he continued to pull the trigger, the pistol made a crisp, hollow sound.

We're out of bullets.

Lu Xize cursed under his breath, then turned and yelled, "Jump down now!"

Xia Yangyang stared at the speeding train, her eyes wide. "Are you kidding me?!" she thought. "Does he think everyone is as resilient as him?!"

If you jump down like that, you'll either die or be crippled.

"You—" Lu Xize was about to scold again, his voice filled with impatience.

"Let's jump together!" she shouted.

Her eyes were filled with tears, yet she was unusually resolute, as if afraid he would be left to die alone, displaying a heroic stance of "we'll die together, we'll live together."

Lu Xize suddenly found himself unable to say anything.

He grabbed Xia Yangyang's hand, pulled her tightly into his arms, and suddenly turned around to look at her.

Inside the carriage, a scarred bandit leader steadied himself amidst the chaos, a cruel grin spreading across his face as he raised his gun, aiming it at their backs.

To be precise, it was aimed at Xia Yangyang in his arms.

Lu Xize didn't say a word, his arm muscles tensed, and he pressed Xia Yangyang deeper into his chest. At the same time, he tried his best to leap, attempting to deflect the bullet into the fatal area and prepare for impact with the snow.

Cold air filled my mouth.

however--

"Bang!"

A dull but resolute gunshot rang out, almost right next to his ear!

It didn't come from the direction of the enemy.

The body in his arms trembled violently from the recoil.

He saw the woman in his arms pass through the narrow gap under his armpits, her hands tightly gripping the miniature pistol he had given her earlier for self-defense, which looked almost like a delicate toy.

Smoke curled from the muzzle of the gun.

The scarred man screamed, the rifle slipped from his hand, a burst of blood erupted from his thigh, and he staggered to his knees.

Xia Yangyang's face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and her hand holding the gun was trembling violently.

But his eyes were strangely calm as he stared intently at the wounded enemy before looking at him.

Are you alright?

Her lips moved as if she were saying those few words, but the heavy snow obscured them and they were indistinct.