Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Pour hot tea into a water glass.

The wisps of white mist had not yet dissipated.

It was flipped over onto the table with a "whoosh," water stains soaking the tablecloth, with the excess running down the table legs.

Xia Yangyang's lower back slammed against the edge of the table through a large hand.

In the gap between the lips and teeth.

She quickly explained, "That's how it is."

"Your brother took advantage of the fire to announce my death, thus preserving the family's reputation and freeing me."

"He's a good older brother and a good superior. I sincerely hope that no rift develops between you."

The black bean swam to the food bowl, its tongue flicking out.

Look at the empty food bowl, then look at the two people entangled together.

It continued to flick its tongue.

"Two years, you came back from the dead, and this is all you want to tell me?"

Lu Xize's eyes were dark and deep.

He was incredibly strong; he grabbed her waist and lifted her up, placing her on the table.

It evokes the image of a giant python strangling one.

The desktop is shaking.

Xia Yangyang tilted her head and exclaimed in surprise, "My cup, that's a blue and white porcelain one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large hand grabbed the teacup and placed it upside down on the table.

Then, using his wet hands, he picked up a strand of her hair and kissed it wistfully on his fingertips:

"Dr. Kang is so stingy! How many cups of such a small cup would it take to quench your thirst?"

"It depends on the person. For an ordinary guest, one cup is enough, but for a thirsty person who's been quenching their thirst for two years, even emptying the pot wouldn't be enough—oh dear!"

The world spun around me, and before I could react, my back was pressed against the soft bed.

"Am I dreaming?" Lu Xize murmured.

He ran his fingers over the corner of her eye.

At this moment, she was nestled between his arms, his eyelashes trembling slightly, making his clear and charming eyes even more captivating.

She wrapped her arms around his neck: "Oh? Young Marshal Lu, you're so good at rewarding yourself in your dreams?"

The pink on her cheeks made her even more charming and lovely.

They resemble peach blossoms.

"I dreamt that you were in a fire, and your body was burned and scorched by the flames."

Xia Yangyang was taken aback.

Lu Xize seemed to be there: "You called my name, your voice was shrill, like you were blaming me or calling for help, but every time I was just a little bit... every time, I was just a little bit away from saving you."

"I think it's your ghost blaming me. I should burn some paper money for you or go to your grave to apologize, but I dare not go. What if you really forgive me? How can I see you in my dreams then? So, even if you blame me, hate me, or resent me, just keep bothering me. Consider it as me being a living bodhisattva for the sake of this heinous wretch who has survived for so long."

His voice was hoarse, but his tone was calm.

But the more peaceful it appears, the more it reveals a chilling, twisted darkness.

He had been holding it in for too long, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Long-term insomnia, relentless planning day and night, and the cruelty of comrades dying one by one.

And her cries for help from inside the fire...

All of this became an indigestible pressure, pushing him to the brink of despair.

He finally found a breakthrough.

A series of devout kisses fell upon him.

He gently touched her thin earlobe with his fingers, down to the strong pulse in her neck.

I noticed that a faint layer of black, scale-like patterns had appeared on the back of his hands and face.

Xia Yangyang realized something and took a step back.

"Lu Xize, you need to calm down. Shall I get you a cup of tea?"

But he forcefully pressed down on her shoulder.

Lu Xize knew how out of control he was, and he also knew that he might look ugly right now.

But he knelt on the bed.

My eyes were filled with hot steam, and my breathing was erratic.

He pleaded like a believer: "Living Buddha...please save me one more time."

Xia Yangyang felt a pang of pity.

Fine, I'll just... I'll just let him be this once.

……

Lu Xize had that nightmare again, in the familiar Lu family mansion.

He was burning all over and roared as he rushed into the fire.

The dream felt so real.

He could even smell the burning flesh and hear the cracking sound of his skin bursting.

But he went ahead without hesitation.

This time he took her hand.

Just as he was overjoyed about it.

A black hole suddenly appeared beneath his feet, pulling him down endlessly.

He fell into the once dark underground palace.

He was still that child who had nothing and was at the mercy of others.

The guards pinned his hands behind his back.

The black pill was stuffed into his mouth.

No, no, no...

He left long ago.

He has grown up; he has the power to rebel against everything.

He also has his lover; yes, he just saw his lover who had come back from the dead…

Where is she?

If he can find her, it means that all of this was a lie.

But where did she go?

He suddenly sat up in bed, covered in cold sweat, and went to find her with fear in his eyes.

Where is Xia Yangyang?

He was still clinging to her tightly last night.

Her eyes rolled back slightly as they soared into the clouds.

But he was the only one in the bed; there was nothing else there.

Was it all just a dream?

Lu Xize's black hair was disheveled, and he was overwhelmed by immense fear.

Do not……

Xia Yangyang...

"A rough man is a rough man; he doesn't know how to hold back."

A soft, lazy complaint rang out, like heavenly music.

Lu Xize froze, turned his head, and saw a beautiful figure leaning against the window.

Optical fibers pass through the thin oil paper window.

The window frames are made of mahogany.

Black Bean had a dish of plaster on its head, and a strip of gauze wrapped around its snake tail.

She glanced at him lazily, her posture delicate and boneless, as she used her middle finger to rub ointment onto her left shoulder.

The above is a bruise he accidentally left behind.

She said condescendingly, "Get yourself a health certificate and work at the clinic to atone for your sins."

Lu Xize stared intently at her.

The fear of nightmares was soothed by just one gentle glance from her.

Every taut nerve miraculously quieted down.

He walked over with his chest bare, his strong body covered in scars from knives and spears.

It was truly as terrifying as a demon or a monster.

But she was applying medicine and ointment to her lover with the gentlest force.

Trustingly, she shifted her weight from the windowsill to his shoulder.

It also gave his otherwise desolate future a warm and hopeful color.

"After I finish fighting, shall we settle down in Lincheng? Then you can be Dr. Kang, helping people in need, and I'll gather herbs, grind medicine, do laundry, cook soup, and clean the courtyard for you..."

She was as lazy as a cat, and chuckled softly: "Then I'll be a sinner. Young Marshal Lu's hands are for holding gun barrels and conquering the world."

Lu Xize couldn't help but press his cheek down, lower it a little more, and then lower it even further, to rub against the top of her head.

After getting a chance to rub against it, I was finally satisfied.

"Isn't the point of holding a gun to be able to take care of household chores for your loved one for the rest of your life?"

He was as soft as a reed, wrapped around her:

"We will have six children. During the day, I will send them to a private school, and at dusk, I will take them hunting and teach them shooting. You will scold them for being naughty, and then I will—"

"Six?"

The soft fragrance on her body vanished in an instant.

It's like hearing some absurd numbers.

Lu Xize straightened up: "Was I too greedy?"

Her lover chuckled dryly, then began to straighten her clothes, preparing to get up and leave: "Why don't you just go and become a teacher at a private school? There are lots of children there."

Lu Xize grabbed her wrist, frowned, and said, "I just said it casually, it's not what you think."

He managed to force a smile, but it came out stiff and unsightly; he was really bad at being humble and subservient.

She shook off his hand, her face cold and handsome: "Young Marshal Lu, does my choice to leave your brother mean I can't live without you? Do you think I have to spend my whole life going back and forth between you two brothers? What kind of woman do you take me for?"

"No, that's not it."

"If you're too confident, you might as well go back to being a snake."

With a loud "bang!", the door slammed shut.

The room fell silent again. Lu Xize rubbed his throbbing temples.

It's clear that her temper has gotten much worse in the two years since I last saw her.

He hadn't expected to touch a nerve with her.

In the past, when he was with her, he never thought about the future.

His life already belonged to someone else; if he didn't return it to his brother, he would have died on the battlefield anyway.

Therefore, every day stolen is a gain.

Having been a thief for so long, when I finally act openly, I don't know how to interact with others.

Yes, she is no longer the young mistress of the Lu family who needed to rely on and please him to maintain her position.

The thought of this made his heart feel like it was being squeezed by a giant hand.

He grabbed his clothes and put them on, intending to make things clear.

He was wrong about at least one thing: he really didn't want six children; that was just a figure he made up off the cuff.

Whether or not he has children doesn't matter; all he wants is her.

But when he opened the door, he smelled a strong, bitter medicinal herb odor.

Snakes have an extremely sensitive sense of smell.

It's not unusual to smell medicine in a clinic.

Strangely, the medicine smelled strong, as if it had just been poured here recently.

Because Black Bean lives here, this place is considered a semi-restricted area of ​​the clinic.

Aside from Xia Yangyang, no one would spill medicine dregs here.

The ground beneath the large tree was covered with lush weeds.

Lu Xize stared at the brown, granular residue on the grass, the water stains still wet.

He pinched some and held it to his nose to smell.

This is exactly the same scent I just smelled on her.

Is she...sick?

When did this happen?

Why didn't you tell him? Why did you leave the dregs of the medicine here?

The worst possible consequences loomed large in my mind.

He took out a piece of paper, folded it into a bag, filled it with the soil and grass that were covered with medicine residue, and handed it to a familiar pharmacy owner.

Make sure he gets it identified as soon as possible.

Just as he turned to leave, the shopkeeper called out to him, "Young Marshal, you must have gotten this dregs from a woman, right?"

Lu Xize walked back instantly: "You could tell?"

The shopkeeper chuckled, "Oh! Anyone who practices medicine can see this. This medicine is very easy to analyze, and quite common!"

Hearing the shopkeeper say this, Lu Xize finally felt relieved.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What illness does it treat?"

Shopkeeper: "This is a contraceptive for women."

Lu Xize stared at the shopkeeper, as if he hadn't heard clearly. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a syllable: "...What?"