Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Xia Yangyang dared not gamble with her child.

It's been eight months already.

If she could just hold on for two more months, she promised to tell him everything about her health after that.

But the truth is, everyone wants to plan things perfectly, as if God really would give us a chance.

It's time for my monthly radiotherapy session again.

Xia Yangyang, as always, disguised herself perfectly when she returned for treatment. She also finished her medicine and decided to grab some more to take back with her.

Despite her best efforts to suppress it, the doctor told her that her health condition was not optimistic.

Six months is already the limit.

This was the worst news she had received in the past few days.

But after she was ambushed by a group of police officers, they turned around, subdued her on the ground, handcuffed her, and stuffed her into a police car.

This news became the second worst.

*

Police interrogation room.

Xia Yangyang sat in the interrogation chair, her face full of confusion: "When my mother passed away, I was still unconscious in the hospital. How could I have plotted to frame her? The surveillance footage and even the doctors who treated me can prove it."

The two police officers, a man and a woman, exchanged a glance: "You've been missing for two years, and you have no spending records within the country. Where have you been during this time?"

Xia Yangyang: [Does your system's giveaways always have hidden bugs?]

System: [This isn't a matter of benefits; someone in the real world is targeting you.]

Xia Yangyang was taken aback: [Are you messing with me?]

When she was arrested, she thought it was because a body had been found dumped in the wilderness.

And then this happened.

There's a smug feeling of watching your enemy guess the right question type, but then get the question wrong.

System: [You forgot that you and Samuel got involved in a gang that trafficked elves. Your operation was too large-scale, affecting the interests of some big shots behind the scenes. Of course, they want to get rid of you.]

Seeing that Xia Yangyang remained silent for a long time, the two police officers assumed that she did not want to cooperate.

The policewoman began to advise, "The main problem is that Ms. Xia He's death is suspicious. Her death is also related to her current husband, Mr. Wang, who was 98 years old. He passed away a month before Ms. Xia died, and she had just inherited his estate when she was involved in the car accident."

Xia Yangyang felt like she had stumbled upon a huge piece of gossip.

She then explained how the original owner's mother had so much money, revealing the source of that wealth.

Their legal team must have been quite busy.

Seeing that Xia Yangyang's expression relaxed, the policewoman continued, "Your return coincides with Ms. Xia's death, and you have an extremely large spending record after inheriting the estate, including one transaction for leasing an airplane..."

Therefore, it is absolutely necessary for us to conduct an investigation. Only with your active cooperation can we clear your name.

Xia Yangyang smiled slightly and placed her hand on the table: "During the time I was missing, I encountered a blizzard while climbing the snow mountain in Sevis. After descending the mountain, I got lost in the Taloris Mountains and was eventually swept into the sky by the eye of a storm. I barely escaped with my life."

The male police officer in charge of taking notes looked at the handwriting, and his expression gradually became strange...

In this situation, is there any chance of survival?

However, after her detailed description, the police had no choice but to believe that everything she said was true.

Xia Yangyang was acquitted from the police station.

She stretched her limbs outside the door, the bright blue sky and sunlight pouring down, drenching her completely.

The police station was unaware of some major case, as a large, noisy crowd had gathered, holding signs demanding justice and seeking redress.

Although it had nothing to do with her, she still had a strange feeling about it.

These people all seemed to be busy with their own things, but their attention seemed to be focused on her.

Xia Yangyang glanced at the tightly packed exit, a wary look on her face: [Is there some kind of indestructible protective shield? I suspect someone's trying to sabotage this group.]

System: [Ding—"Golden Bell Shield" successfully purchased and used, costing 100 Pregnancy Points, effective for 10 minutes.]

As expected, just as Xia Yangyang squeezed through the crowd, saying "Excuse me, could you please?", the heinous criminal just happened to come out of the police station.

Everyone stood up excitedly and crowded in one direction.

The more chaotic things are, the more people will take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Xia Yangyang stumbled and lost her footing, feeling as if she were in the waves and about to be swept away. She barely managed to grab onto something that could hold her steady.

Her ears were filled with shouts and curses, but she ignored them and focused only on following the system's instructions.

System: [Watch out! Simultaneously from three directions: someone is wielding a brick directly in front, someone is about to step on your hand from your left, and behind you! There's someone with a knife!!]

Xia Yangyang looked up and saw that there were too many people, all with angry and hateful expressions. She couldn't distinguish the people the system was talking about by looking at them.

And there was a wall to her right.

They were ruthless; they blocked every avenue of survival for her.

Anyway, she wasn't afraid; she was ready to fight back.

A gust of cold wind swept past her from behind, and she heard a muffled "thud" as a cold blade pierced flesh.

At the same time, the brick that the menacing man was swinging stopped in mid-air.

?

Xia Yangyang watched helplessly as azure ice emerged from the bricks, quickly freezing the attacker in front of her into an ice sculpture.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to freeze.

Her eyes widened suddenly, her pupils seemed to contract slightly in shock, and a look of disbelief appeared in her eyes.

Ice? How can there be ice here?

Her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't make a sound, as if language had completely lost its function at that moment.

She immediately turned her head to look, and what she saw was a bright red needle piercing her eyeball.

A hand was tightly gripping the cold blade.

Samuel stood behind her.

His lips were pressed tightly together into a cold, straight line, and the veins at his temples throbbed slightly.

His fingers trembled slightly, not from pain, but from the surging killing intent he was trying to suppress.

The blood froze into ice, sticking the knife to the flesh. The man couldn't pull it out, and when he turned to run, he was kicked dozens of meters away by an extremely strong muscle force.

The crowd collapsed like dominoes.

Everyone stared in fear at this suddenly appearing, androgynous creature—an elf!

Police noticed the commotion and swiftly drew their guns to form a perimeter, but soon discovered that the ice, as hard as steel, was creeping up from their feet, sticking them firmly to the ground.

Samuel's muscles were taut, as if he were ready to unleash a deadly force at any moment.

The entire space seemed to be shrouded in his anger, and an invisible sense of oppression made it hard to breathe.

A hand, drenched in cold sweat, suddenly grabbed his.

"Don't be angry, Samuel, I'm fine."

"Look, I'm perfectly fine. Nobody bumped into me, I wasn't even scratched. You've protected me very well."

Xia Yangyang's breathing was rapid and irregular. She placed his hand on her body, forced a smile, and tried to divert his attention to herself.

Her chest heaved violently, as if her heart was pounding wildly.

Samuel's gaze finally fell on her face, and she kept telling him to "calm down and take a deep breath," but fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and slid down her cheeks.

He reached out his hand, wanting to wipe it away for her.

Suddenly, a mischievous hand reached out from the crowd and grabbed her hair, seemingly trying to smash her head against the wall on the right.

But he only managed to pull off a head of black wig.

Xia Yangyang's pupils contracted, and she instinctively covered her hair, but it was too late.

Her face immediately lost its luster, her pale skin and weak expression exposed to the bright sunlight.

It also fell completely into Samuel's eyes.