Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The words "Are you hiding something from me?" were swallowed back by Xia Yangyang after much deliberation. She frowned and said seriously, "Didn't you hear anything?"

"Oh, that's the sound of the TV. I'm watching TV." Samuel smiled innocently. "What else is there for dinner besides winter melon and corn soup?"

"..." Xia Yangyang gasped, there was no television in the side bedroom.

His repeated attempts to change the subject only underscore the seriousness of the problem.

Arguing on the stairs is extremely dangerous, especially since Samuel was pregnant.

So she first created some distance between them, then held his hand tightly and led him back to the second-floor corridor, to a safe spot away from the stairs.

"First of all, no matter what you do, I will still love you and believe in you. You don't need to hide it from me." Xia Yangyang looked earnestly into his eyes and said in a calm tone.

Samuel pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Secondly, this is the human world. If you do anything to hurt others, it's illegal. We should resolve problems and troubles peacefully, okay?"

Samuel lowered his eyes, seemingly unsure how to explain his actions, but after a moment he nodded.

He led Xia Yangyang to the bathroom in the side bedroom.

When Xia Yangyang saw the man she had stuffed into the narrow bathtub, her vision went black and she almost fainted from anger.

Samuel seemed to have anticipated her reaction, pressing his chin against the top of her head and his large hand around her soft waist:

"Yangyang, this place is too dangerous. There are bad people everywhere. I'm scared."

Xia Yangyang had never seen Samuel so delicate before.

She knew he was faking it, but she still patted his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid. I won't go out anymore and will stay home with you."

"Um."

The man in the bathtub was burly and dressed in work clothes, with a badge from a certain factory hanging around his neck.

Xia Yangyang quickly untied the hemp rope binding him and pulled the towel out of his mouth.

"I'm just a fucking bathtub installer!!" the man cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.

His head was covered in blood, and he jumped up in anger:

"You're 'Mommy's Little Cart,' aren't you? Weren't you the one who called to order the double jacuzzi? I went to install it today, and she beat me up as soon as I arrived! What kind of world is this?! Is there no law anymore?!"

Xia Yangyang's lips twitched: "It's a Makka Pakka stroller..."

"I don't care what kind of cart you are!" he shouted, his thick, fat hand trembling as he pointed at Samuel. "What's wrong with her? Jumping around with those elf ears, cosplay is fine, but why does she bite everyone she sees? Is she a dog?!"

Samuel's eyes were icy cold.

He stood behind Xia Yangyang, and when he looked at her, it was as if he were no longer looking at a living person.

If eyes had a physical form, then he should have been sliced ​​into pieces of flesh from his fingers to his ankles.

The man hesitated for a moment when his eyes met the man's, and he withdrew his finger while cursing.

Xia Yangyang clasped her hands together and smiled awkwardly, "I'm so sorry for this mess. My sister has been watching too many anime lately, and she's a bit... I'm really sorry. I'll compensate you for any losses you may have suffered."

"Compensation my ass! I don't need your stinking money!"

"One hundred thousand yuan." Xia Yangyang smiled and shook the transfer record on her phone screen. "The transfer is over. Please send another one tomorrow. Keep the rest to buy some good food for your wife and children."

The man was silent for a moment, then became clear and kind.

After resolving the misunderstanding, Xia Yangyang escorted him to the door. The man, making sure to avoid Samuel, whispered words of comfort to her:

"Delaying treatment for someone with poor mental health isn't a solution. I know a hospital that admits pregnant mental patients..."

"Okay, okay, I'll remember that..."

The worker installing the bathtub got into his van, and Xia Yangyang watched him leave.

When she turned around, she saw Samuel quietly cleaning up the mess in the living room, and her eyes softened.

"Don't bother cleaning up, go wash your hands, and come eat in a bit."

They remained silent about the accident that had just happened, nor did they condemn his reckless actions.

Samuel nodded, but as he stood up, he accidentally knocked over the ashtray and got covered in its ash.

"Tsk..." He clicked his tongue in annoyance, then strode upstairs. "I'm not going to wash my hands, I'm just going to take a shower."

Xia Yangyang watched his retreating figure, sighed helplessly, took out winter melon and corn from the refrigerator, and went into the kitchen to get busy.

*

Kangdejing Sanitary Ware Shop, Fenghuang Street.

The man who had just claimed to have a bathtub got off the truck, humming a little tune.

He had a thin cigarette dangling from his mouth, one end emitting tiny sparks. With his left hand, he expertly pulled out his keys to open the shop door, while with his right hand, he held his phone, his thick fingertips tapping away on the floating keyboard.

[Real photos of a pregnant elf; DM me if interested.]

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Most of the image was blurred out, with only half of the elf's body visible.

The perspectives varied; some were from behind him, some from his side, and the last one showed the elf turning his head to look at him, his beautiful eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent.

As soon as this post came out, its popularity skyrocketed.

[The Cat Riding a Fish Across the Sea: Is the original poster still alive?]

[Psychiatrist Dr. Wang: Is this a scam? A couple of days later they'll say it's a still from a movie, and even the official channels will come out to debunk it. Where in this world are there elves?]

[Anonymous 1: Interesting, male or female? How much does it cost?]

[Anonymous 2: Rare find! [Grinning face] I've already messaged the original poster, please DM me.]

The light and shadow from the phone screen flickered on the man's face.

His lips slowly curled into a wicked smile, his gaze fixed on the content on the screen, as if admiring a masterpiece.

The cigarette in his mouth was almost burned down to the tobacco, so he took it off, crushed it in the ashtray, and then spun it around vigorously.

As I lifted my foot to walk into the inner room, I suddenly felt a slight, unsettling chill creep up my spine.

A quick glance revealed a long, human-shaped shadow that had appeared on the ground without anyone noticing.

He instinctively turned around and was shocked to meet a pair of cold eyes.

The sprite that should only exist in a phone is standing behind him, staring at him intently.

The pitch-black moonlit night provides a backdrop for the demise of life.

Samuel's eyes held a hint of ruthless killing intent, like a demon from the abyss seeking revenge, while he saw him as a hideous and disgusting ant.

The man's eyes bulged out, and his phone, still on screen, fell to the ground.

A flash of extremely cold white light streaked past.

Blood splattered onto the white walls and the porcelain bathtub, and even the money tree on the table trembled from the splatter...