Good Pregnancy Quick Transmigration: The Overly Charming CEO with No Heirs

[Ding—Congratulations, host, for perfectly completing the mission! Giving birth to five children earns 500 points, changing the protagonist's ending earns 200 points, and fulfilling the original owner's wish earns 200 points. Total points: 8162.]

After announcing the world points for this mission, 996 remained silent, waiting for its host to calm down.

Xi Yao quickly calmed herself down.

Although she knew they would meet again in the next world, each separation by death still made her feel sad.

It felt like a huge rock was pressing on my heart, making it hard to breathe.

"996, let's start the next world."

She wanted to see him as soon as possible.

[Alright, host, activate teleportation...]

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"Hand over the sacred artifact, or the Ryan family will vanish from the Bright Continent tonight!"

Before he finished speaking, the firelight had already illuminated half of the night sky.

Ryan Conrad gripped his longsword tightly, the veins on the back of his hand looking as if they might burst from his skin at any moment.

Behind him stood the entire Ryan family.

Women and children were surrounded in the middle, while men stood on the outside with swords, each of them bearing wounds.

There were too many people at the holy assembly.

The elderly man in white robes stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the people of the Lai An family as if they were ants.

Three sixth-tier Light Knights have arrived.

Back when the patriarch was still alive, these people wouldn't even dare to step into the gates of the Ryan family.

But the patriarch had just passed away half a month ago, and the people of the Holy Society couldn't wait to come knocking on their door.

"Ryan Conrad, a wise man knows when to yield." The white-robed elder spoke with disdain, "Hand over the sacred artifact, and I swear in the name of the Holy Order that I will spare your lives."

Conrad gave a bitter laugh.

The sacred artifact is something that the Ryan family has guarded for generations. Legend has it that it contains a drop of blood from the first prince, which can restrain the oldest living prince of the vampires.

The Holy Society has been coveting this item for quite some time, and now, taking advantage of the Ancestor's passing, they have finally turned their backs on it.

"Want the Holy Relic?" Conrad spat out a mouthful of blood. "Dream on."

The old man in white robes said no more and waved his hand.

The massacre began.

Conrad swung his sword with all his might.

Unfortunately, it was of little use; there were too many of them.

One by one, the people around me fell down.

Blood flowed like a river, seeping into the cracks of the bluestone slabs, gleaming with a dark red luster under the moonlight.

Conrad's vision began to blur.

His son, Ryan Edwin, who was only twelve years old, was firmly protected behind him.

The child's face was covered in blood, but he didn't cry; he just clung tightly to his father's clothes.

"Father..." Edwin's voice trembled.

Conrad pushed him back and used his last bit of strength to stand up straight.

He is the head of the Ryan family; even if he dies, he will die standing.

The white-robed elder approached slowly, a blinding ball of holy light gathering in his hand: "I'll ask one last time, where is the sacred artifact?"

Conrad closed his eyes.

It’s over.

The Ryan family will ultimately be destroyed in his hands.

The expected pain did not occur.

"Wow, it's so lively!"

A soft laugh came from above, light and airy, like a feather brushing against the ear.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an indescribable languor and danger.

Conrad suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a pair of shoes.

The red shoes stepped on the wall, the footsteps so light they seemed weightless.

Then came a long, bright red dress, the hem of which reached her ankles, with an extremely narrow waist that outlined a breathtaking curve.

A night breeze blew by, causing the hem of her skirt to flutter slightly, like a blooming poppy.

Finally, he saw her face clearly.

For a moment, Conrad forgot to breathe.

How can I describe that face?

It's not just pretty in the conventional sense, but a kind of aggressive beauty that makes it impossible to look away.

He has long, narrow eyebrows and eyes with slightly upturned corners, a high nose bridge, and deep red lips.

Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and with her long, golden curly hair, she looked like a fairy who had stepped out of the moonlight—cold yet alluring, so beautiful she seemed unreal.

Xi Yao slowly sat on the wall, crossed her legs, and looked down at everything in the courtyard, a faint smile playing on her lips.

The white-robed old man's expression changed drastically: "Who are you?"

"You're not worthy to know."

Xi Yao didn't even glance at him; she simply raised her right hand.

It was a very beautiful hand, with long, slender fingers and nails painted red, the same color as the dress.

As the hand casually pressed down, the white-robed old man's body seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and he was suddenly shoved into the ground.

The Holy Light Shield was a joke in the face of her power, shattering into dust in an instant.

The others didn't even have time to react.

Xi Yao gently retracted her fingers.

The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air, dense and short.

All the members of the Holy Order collapsed to the ground like puppets with broken strings, losing all life in the same instant.

It's quiet now.

The night wind blew again, carrying the stench of blood, and swept over the corpses scattered throughout the courtyard.

Conrad stood there, stunned, the sword in his hand falling to the ground at some point.

His mind went blank, and his body trembled slightly from the relaxation that followed excessive tension.

Under the moonlight, Xi Yao lightly leaped onto the roof, sat on the ridge, crossed her legs, and let her red skirt fall like a stream of flowing blood.

She raised her hand and listlessly twirled a strand of her long, golden hair around her chest, round and round.

"Hey, are you stupid?"

Her voice, like her personality, was languid with a touch of nonchalant charm.

Conrad was jolted awake, finally snapping out of his daze.

He took a deep breath, bowed, and performed the most solemn salute of the Ryan family.

"Ryan Conrad, thank you for saving my life." His voice was hoarse. "From this day forward, the Ryan family is willing to serve you with utmost loyalty, even at the cost of our lives."

Xi Yao glanced at him, clearly disgusted.

"No need. I only want the ninth-generation eldest grandson of your Ryan family to be my fiancé."

Conrad was stunned.

"I will come to pick you up in thirty years."

After saying this, Xi Yao stood up, her red skirt billowing in the night wind.

Then, she disappeared.

The rooftop was empty, save for the moonlight and the sound of the wind.

Conrad stood there for a long time.

The ninth-generation direct descendant.

His mind turned slowly, like a rusty gear.

He is the seventh head of the Ryan family since its founding.

His son, Edwin, will be the eighth generation.

So the ninth-generation eldest grandson is...

He looked down at the twelve-year-old boy behind him.

Edwin was looking up, his face still covered in dried blood, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He stared in the direction where the woman had disappeared, his little hands still clutching his father's clothes tightly, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Just curiosity.

Conrad opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

His son is not even fifteen years old.

The woman said she would come to pick him up in thirty years.

Edwin was forty-two years old at the time. If he had married and had children earlier, they would have been around twenty years old.

Conrad slowly squatted down, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, and began to process the news of the evening.

The woman's strength was clearly beyond what a Knight of Light could achieve.

So.

It can only be a vampire.

Moreover, they are vampires of considerable status.

Over the years, the Holy Order has coveted their sacred artifacts, and tonight they were almost wiped out.

Then don't blame him for switching to the vampire clan.

Behind him, the surviving retainers looked at each other, none daring to speak.

A night breeze blew again, dispersing some of the stench of blood that filled the courtyard.

The first rooster crowed in the distance, and the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn; the long night had finally come to an end.

Conrad took a deep breath, stood up, and took Edwin's hand.

"Let's clean up this mess. From now on, we will fight the Holy Order to the death."

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