Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Wearing a gas mask borrowed from the system, Xia Yangyang walked through thickets of thorns and used a sleeping hammer to knock out seven or eight highly venomous pythons before finally arriving at the place indicated by the Elf Saint.

She looked up at the top of her head and saw a blood-red wooden plaque that had fallen at an angle, like a withered lotus leaf after being battered by rain.

She couldn't understand the extremely long string of ancient elven characters above, but it probably meant "Fairy Fruit Garden".

The system was too busy calculating its accounts to notice her: [I have to remind you, you owed 1500 Pregnancy Points in the last world, and you'd need to have two children in this world to pay it back.]

Xia Yangyang frowned and disdainfully picked the dark purple fruit in front of her.

Is this a fairy fruit? It smells bad and doesn't look like it's edible.

System: [This world has bought another gas mask worth 600 pregnancy points on credit, bringing the total to 2100 pregnancy points. You need to have three babies to—oh no! Don't eat it, it's highly poisonous!]

Xia Yangyang had just opened her mouth when she heard this shout to stop her, and immediately put the fruit aside.

She also felt that this kind of weird stuff shouldn't be eaten.

Seeing Xia Yangyang continue walking into the orchard, the system couldn't bear to watch any longer.

System: [Didn't you notice that the elven prince is acting very strangely? The place he's talking about doesn't look like it could possibly have celestial fruits!]

Xia Yangyang stopped upon hearing the sound, and the system thanked her heavens: [You figured it out now, right?]

Xia Yangyang nodded: [I realize now. I must have been too stupid and went to the wrong place the beauty mentioned.]

system:[!!!]

System: [Big brother? Master? My dear master? The Evil Spirit Forest, 800 li ahead, 800 li behind, 800 li to the left, 800 li to the right, just this one orchard! He deliberately sent you here to die! Can't you see that?]

What's wrong with his master? Has he been blinded by greed? Wasn't he quite clear-headed in the last world? Why does he seem to have lost half his soul in this world? Could it be... that the Elven Saint is actually a visual weapon?

Xia Yangyang spun around on her heels and turned to walk outside.

She remained silent for a long time: [I realized it, but why did he want to kill me?]

System: [Perhaps they were afraid you would attract other humans to plunder... so they killed you?]

Xia Yangyang stopped in her tracks, her expression serious. She had actually been listening to the system's words, but—

[But...don't you think that, given his appearance and status, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do something like that?]

The system's eyes widened. Was this some kind of reason for mindless belief?!

It immediately opened its mouth to refute its host, but found that... when it came to holiness and kindness, the elven saint was truly speechless.

Okay, that's true... huh...?

The system deflated: [If you really want to pick fruit, go to the South Peach Garden. The fruit there is the biggest and best in the entire Elven race.]

Xia Yangyang's eyes lit up, and she casually stuffed a few poisonous fruits into her pocket: [As expected, you still love me the most, Tong'er~]

*

The Temple of the Elven Saints.

The little elves who served Samuel flew up high and lowered the curtain to keep the blazing sun out.

The healing green elf placed an empty agate cup on the bedside table and began to peel back the gauze from Samuel's arm.

The flawless skin was covered in purplish-blue bruises that ran from the wrists to the elbows, with the darkest areas turning black.

The silver needle was used to pierce the lightest spot on the skin, penetrating the blood vessel. The blood, glowing with a luminous green light, flowed along the transparent tube into the agate cup.

Like sap flowing from a tree bark, it flows slowly.

[I heard the elves are going to war with the fire race. Will the Holy Son's body be able to hold out until then? Sigh...]

[The Mother of the Forest should have granted us a new Holy Child, but alas, a new Holy Child can only be born after the death of the previous Holy Child.]

Why does war have to happen at a time like this? I just passed the Battle Spirit rating yesterday, I don't want to go to the front lines!

[Why must we fight! The lady is so beautiful, why don't the elves consider a marriage alliance with the fire tribe? Like the holy son who willingly sacrificed himself two generations ago…]

Samuel's eyelashes fluttered in the light, and he listened quietly to the murmurs of each elf, just as he had done countless times before.

The Elven Holy Child is the soul and root of the Elven race.

Its blood is the greatest contribution the Holy Son made to the Elf race. Ordinary elves who drink it will have their bodies strengthened and their lives extended, while the wounded and sick will be cured and their injuries healed.

It is the rarest and most precious "supply" in war.

The Elven Holy Son was born from the essence of heaven and earth and was born to enjoy the respect and care of his people. Therefore, when the Elven race encountered disaster, it seemed that he should take the path of sacrifice.

Like the countless holy children who sacrificed themselves before, the bloodline of the Elven race continues, carrying on their noble spirit of dedication.

Samuel closed his eyes, his brow furrowed with an unyielding chill.

However, amidst this dense chorus of voices, a completely different one barged in without even a greeting.

[What kind of mark is that? Is he sick?]

Samuel suddenly opened his eyes, and everything before him became clear again.

Was it that human? Is she still alive?

Oh...she must not have gone to the place he mentioned. After all, once she's seen that place, how could she possibly still believe his hypocritical sanctity, let alone come back to find him?

How can he remain so expressionless even while having his blood drawn? Doesn't it hurt?

The agate bottle was only half full when the healing spirit removed the needle, sealed it with a cork, and carried it away.

From then on, another coin-sized bruise appeared on the already scarred arm of the Elf Saint, which was then wrapped up by the little elf with a clean strip of cloth.

The spotless white sheets blended seamlessly with Samuel's snow-white skin. He lay on his side, his intact arm under his head, like a fragile dandelion seed that would scatter to the clouds with a gust of wind.

Xia Yangyang stood hesitantly outside the door, her hand gripping the handle, clenching it and then releasing it.

He looks like he needs rest, and she shouldn't bother him at this time.

"Come here." A calm voice sounded as she was about to turn around. "What's with this quirk of hiding by the door?"

Xia Yangyang paused, her back stiffening.

How did he find out about her? Did she blurt out her true feelings? She subconsciously covered her mouth.

Samuel looked at the girl who walked up to him. Her face was flushed as she apologized to him, saying that she had disturbed his rest. Samuel readily agreed and showed his magnanimity.

This time, the girl used a beautiful glass cup, and the roasted honey fruit inside was coated with caramel, its color absolutely gorgeous.

He knew at a glance that this was not the fruit he had described.

"Ah, these fruits... must have been hard to pick. It's a good thing you didn't go to the orchard I mentioned," he asked casually.

The girl scratched her neck shyly: "I went... but I was probably too stupid, I couldn't find the fruit you mentioned. The other fruits in that orchard didn't look edible."

"Huh? Can't we eat it anymore?"

When the girl heard him ask a question, she was afraid that he would think she was ungrateful and didn't appreciate his kindness, so she quickly took out two black fruits wrapped in clean white cloth from her pocket.

This time it was Samuel's turn to be shocked. She really went?

Going in and coming out of a place like that, you'd be half dead if not dead. How did she manage that?

He used the strength of his arms to prop himself up. There were many thorns scratching the girl's palms. They looked small, but when they got wet, the fine, dense pain was the most torturous.

But in order to make this roasted honey fruit, she washed her hands until they were white and rosy, and very clean.

Samuel looked at the girl with a more complex expression in his eyes.

To mask his surprise, Samuel skillfully replaced it with a tone of regret: "What a pity, the miasma in the Evil Spirit Forest spread too quickly. A hundred years ago, the fruit there was quite delicious."

"Uh-huh."

The girl's complete trust in him made Samuel feel uneasy.

Samuel followed the movement, sat up, hesitated for a moment, took the glass, and scooped out a spoonful of honey fruit under the girl's expectant gaze.

The fruit is sweet but not cloying, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth...

Surprisingly delicious?

[Ahhh, my beauty ate the fruit I made! I'm so happy I could burst! This is such a joyous occasion, we should set off firecrackers to celebrate!]

Samuel was surrounded by incessant noise. He lifted his thin eyelids to look at the girl, who was well-behaved and quiet, with a cute little dimple on her cheek.

duplicity.