Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Samuel remained calm, pointing to her scalded foot: "I'll treat your wound."

After swallowing his blood, tender new flesh grew from the scalded skin, which had already formed a scab on the surface.

Xia Yangyang glanced at her feet and understood his good intentions.

However, there is a cultural gap between elves and humans, and she felt obligated to tell him that in the human world, kissing, such an intimate act, only occurs between a couple in love.

Having prepared her speech, she propped herself up on her arms and earnestly addressed the spotless elf beside her:

"Lord Samuel, I will never forget your kindness, but humans and elves are not the same. I don't need you to feed me this way—huh??!"

Samuel kissed her again, capturing her lips in his mouth.

This time, she stared wide-eyed, absolutely certain that they were kissing.

It wasn't an accident, nor was it a healing process; it was genuine love between a man and a woman.

"I lied." Samuel pressed his forehead against hers, rubbing his forehead against her red nose, a smile spreading across his lips. "It wasn't really healing; I was just enjoying the feeling."

Xia Yangyang was confused and bewildered, her mind in turmoil. Her arm draped over his shoulder: "...Why?"

The elf before her was completely unfamiliar to her.

Samuel lifted her cheek: "Because it's you, you're unlike any elf, any human."

His eyes were like the warm currents of the Eastern Pacific Ocean, blowing across the wilderness.

The snow melts, and spring returns to the earth.

He suddenly asked again, "Would you like to give me something?"

Xia Yangyang was still completely confused, but a powerful surge of emotion was crashing down on her like a storm.

As if forcing himself to calm down, he glanced at the distant snow-capped mountains.

"No, you will be abandoned by nature."

He once said that a defiled elf would be abandoned by the elven race.

The person in front of her suddenly laughed in a deep voice: "Yangyang, you still don't understand the power of nature."

"..."

"When flowers, grass, and trees are defiled, they wither and die, but mountains will not. For ten years, a hundred years, ten thousand years... they will stand there and remain there forever."

Xia Yangyang was moved by his words, and how could she not want to complete the mission as soon as possible?

"Why at the last minute?" she asked, shaking her head.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"My wish?"

"Yes, you said you would save the elves, you would save me... I promise you, the war will be won, and I will come back alive."

Xia Yangyang did say that.

And they are doing their utmost for this.

But... is doing this enough?

If it were really that simple, why has the Holy Son never done it before?

She had a feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

The elf before him was pure white, and it seemed that with just a little effort, he could leave his mark on him at will.

Whether it's red, green, purple, or pink...

And as that aloof and holy face succumbs to her own body, she will see a Samuel unlike any other she has ever seen.

Once this thought arises, it is undoubtedly the most potent aphrodisiac.

Samuel kissed her again, but this time his kiss went downwards.

His eyes were like two whirlpools, captivating her as he pulled her hand to his body: "I don't understand, teach me."

*

Xia Yangyang woke up because she was cold.

Her eyelashes were covered with frost, and her skin had an unnatural bluish tinge from the cold. She opened her eyes, and the white breath she exhaled blurred her vision.

This caused a blinding white light to appear before her eyes... She also thought it was due to her breathing.

She propped herself up on her arms and sat up on the grassland, pulling the white veil she wore to barely keep out the cold. Samuel was gone.

She looked down at her feet; both were clean and smooth, without the slightest sign of injury.

But the lingering whiteness before her eyes made her uneasy.

That didn't seem to be fog.

She stood up, took two steps outside, and stepped onto the soft, chilling snow.

It's not an illusion, it's snow.

Only the area around me was covered in lush green grass, while as far as the eye could see, the vast grassland was now completely covered in ice and snow, just like the dead of winter.

Xia Yangyang was like a caged beast, pacing back and forth in place, until finally, her fingertips trembled as she covered her lips.

"What...have I done...?"

An ominous premonition grew larger and larger in my heart, like a spider web.

She's going to see how the Fairy Forest is doing.

Her gaze swept across a patch of dark red amidst the green grass, but she didn't notice it immediately.

After running for more than ten meters through the snow, he vaguely sensed something was wrong and turned back.

She crouched down and parted the green grass with her hands.

Dark red bloodstains mixed with ice shards were smeared on grass blades, and blood was found everywhere. She dug through the snow and found blood even at the bottom of the snow.

How could this happen?

This isn't her blood; her foot injury has long since healed.

And since she was on top last night, the blood could only be Samuel's...

For some reason, as if by subconscious intuition, the image of the scalpel she had plunged into the red-eyed monster's body last night flashed through her mind.

A chill ran down her spine, and a layer of goosebumps rose on her arms.

No, that's not right.

The Fire Clan has been captured; she shouldn't be thinking about these things anymore.

But the look in that red-eyed monster's eyes when he looked at her was something she couldn't shake off no matter what.

Xia Yangyang: [How much favorability do I have with Samuel?]

System: [Samuel, current affinity 85.]

An 85% favorability rating isn't quite high, but it's not quite as high as being completely devoted. It's not low either, but it's still love you. There's just a gap in the rating, a selfish desire that she can't quite figure out.

Samuel was injured, she guessed, probably when he went with Ukulele to chase the Red-Eyed Monster.

She couldn't help but worry. Samuel was so badly injured, it was really dangerous for him to go to the battlefield. But what kind of injury did he suffer?

I guess we'd have to ask that fire creature to find out.

Yes, she just wanted to ask Samuel how badly he was injured, not because she suspected anything.

She had to run faster; the Fire Clan's execution time was—noon today.

However, when she ran into the elven forest and onto the deserted streets... she stopped.

No need to run anymore.

The elven kingdom before us is no longer what it once was.

It was covered in ice and snow, like an ice and snow kingdom in a crystal ball. Not a single fire could be seen in the doors and windows of any household, and heavy snow continued to fall from the sky.

Xia Yangyang lost feeling in both legs and was stunned by the scene before her.

Samuel,

Did you know it would turn out like this?

Are you really protecting the elves...?

Xia Yangyang arrived at the underground prison without any obstacles, and the icy speed spread to the mossy stone steps underground.

As if it were alive, it was still slowly climbing down the steps.

The fire creature, arms crossed, huddled in a corner of the cage. As soon as Xia Yangyang appeared, its fiery red eyes went straight to her.

"You should recognize me. I caught you 'hunting' elves twice." Xia Yangyang walked up to the cage.

The fire elf seemed to be trying hard to recognize it, and after a long while, slowly shook its head.

"You injured the Elven Prince last night. How did you do that? Where did you hurt him?"

This sentence seemed to touch a nerve with him, and he suddenly became extremely terrified, shaking his head frantically and making "woo-woo" noises. He was already huddled in the corner, and he kept squeezing deeper into it.

But he had nowhere to retreat.

The chains binding their hands and feet rattled shrilly.

Xia Yangyang: [Why isn't it talking?]

System: [Oh... its tongue was cut out.]

Cut off the tongue?

Xia Yangyang: "Who cut off your tongue?"

The Fire Clan kept shaking its head, even more violently banging its head against the iron bars.

Xia Yangyang squatted down, her mind racing. She lowered her voice and said in an almost gentle tone, "Tell me who cut out your tongue, and I'll secretly let you out."

The fire creature paused in its slamming against the railing, and Xia Yangyang continued, "You can tell, I'm not an elf, I'm human. I came here on my own today to escape the elven race..."

The Fire Clan remained huddled up, hugging its knees. Xia Yangyang tossed it a charred stick, which it picked up. Guarded but still trembling, it drew a string of Fire Clan characters on the ground.

Xia Yangyang didn't understand: [What does this mean? Please translate it.]

The system frowned as well: [Strange...it says "Elven Leader"]

Xia Yangyang: [Is that all? What else did it say?]

System: [He said—]

"The elven chieftain cut off my tongue and disguised me as his..."