Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Although it is a question, it carries an unwavering sense of certainty.

Yuejia's gaze suddenly sharpened, and she completely sobered up from her shock and anger.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu, as if he hadn't expected Shijia to tell him all this.

Jiang Xiyu said calmly, "Moreover, you are the evil thought of the sorcerer, his final tribulation left in this mortal realm..."

When the calamity is complete, Shiga will return to the supreme Buddha realm, while Yuejia will disappear from this world forever.

Even knowing they were the same person, Jiang Xiyu still couldn't make a decision...

As he spoke, he seemed to recall something, and suddenly turned his head slightly, exposing his neck to Yuejia.

"Because I have absorbed the merits of the Dharma Master, and these merits are far more useful than evil thoughts, you always try to drain my blood, just to use these merits to improve your cultivation."

The skin on the neck is thin and pale, and the blood vessels underneath are easily visible.

At this moment, the veins on his forehead were slightly visible, and he felt inexplicably thirsty.

Yuejia pursed his lips and remained silent. He simply stared intently at Jiang Xiyu's neck, a sense of urgency rising in his chest.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

After a long silence, Yuejia finally spoke, giving a cold laugh. "So what if I am? Are you going to report me?"

Jiang Xiyu shook her head, her hair falling onto Yuejia's neck.

“I won’t report you.” He paused, his tone becoming more serious. “The reason I’m being honest with you is because I don’t want you to continue committing evil deeds, I don’t want you to hurt innocent people, and I don’t want to see you and the monk both suffer losses.”

Yuejia paused for a moment, then met Jiang Xiyu's gaze.

It seemed that there was genuine concern for him in that expression.

Yuejia remained silent for a moment, then looked away from Jiang Xiyu, gazing at the red canopy above him. He smiled slightly, as if mocking her: "Impossible. In this world, he or I are inseparable."

"Now that you know about my relationship with him, for the sake of our marriage, I won't hesitate to tell you that I am determined to obtain Shiga's body, no matter what it takes."

As he spoke, he looked into Jiang Xiyu's eyes, the color of his eyes was very bright, but his face was as cold as frost: "If you stop me, I will definitely kill you."

His tone was both calm and certain.

I don't know who I'm talking to.

Jiang Xiyu saw the stubbornness in his eyes, felt helpless but was unwilling to back down.

He knew that Yuejia must have already guessed that Shijia had lost his magic power.

If he lets go now, then Shiga will definitely be in danger.

Although Jiang Xiyu didn't know how Yuejia would enter the Compassion Temple, he wouldn't allow it even if there was only a slight possibility that Yuejia would harm herself or others.

Ironically, the reason I went to the Buddhist temple and to Shiga's side was for Yuejia.

He was worried that Yuejia's identity would be exposed, and he was also afraid that his body would be harmed, so he kept many things from Shijia. In fact, he was not fit to be a Buddhist at all.

The monk, however, still wanted to guide him to Buddhahood...

He cannot become a Buddha.

Now, however, they have no choice but to use the secret of Yuejia's identity to blackmail him for the sake of Shijia's safety.

Rather than passively letting Yuejia set the stage, it's better to take the initiative and become the piece that balances both sides.

Jiang Xiyu got up from Yuejia, but felt a sense of oppression in his heart.

He sat by the couch, without any hesitation or deliberation, and simply said softly, "I would never allow you to harm a mage."

“If you can kill me, I will let you go; if you can’t…” Jiang Xiyu suddenly turned his head and gave Yue Jia his usual gentle smile, but his words were sharp and different: “Then don’t even think about leaving my side.”

Yuejia's pupils contracted slightly, and she suddenly gasped, "You..."

Jiang Xiyu looked at him with unwavering determination: "I mean what I say."

He paused, then added, "I can stop going back to Cibei Temple."

Yes, I can keep you by my side.

Yuejia gritted his teeth, his face turning extremely cold with anger at being threatened.

Jiang Xiyu looked down at him, seemingly in a daze for a moment.

He still didn't like the coldness and hatred that was on that face.

Because he had seen the tenderness beneath the coldness, and he had also seen Yuejia's feigned affection for him.

Either way is fine, just don't hate.

Jiang Xiyu smiled again, trying her best to avoid making her words too aggressive.

He said, “I know what you need, and I can help you accumulate merit, but I can’t let you make the same mistake again.”

"If one day you can beat me, I will let you go. At that time, I will not care what you want to do."

"But right now, you have no other choice..."

Either stay by his side, and he will bestow merit upon you.

Either the obsession of millions of years will vanish like a bubble, and one will be locked back in the supreme Buddhist realm.

However, once you escape, there will never be a second chance.

Yue Jia knew these things better than he did, and Jiang Xiyu believed he would make the right choice.

Sure enough, not long after, Yuejia sat up expressionlessly, his gaze falling on Jiang Xiyu, his expression both scarlet and cold.

But his words became tender and seductive.

Yuejia looked at Jiang Xiyu and suddenly frowned, seemingly genuinely puzzled: "Don't you love me? Why are you treating me like this? He imprisoned me for thousands of years. I finally escaped. Even if I take over his body, it's just repaying everything he did to me."

“I am your wife. He is just an insignificant person, yet now you are threatening me for his sake…”

As he spoke, he gave a self-deprecating laugh, seemingly unaware of his own reaction.

In an instant, Yuejia showed weakness again, her eyes seemingly welling up with tears: "Husband, you should help me! If you love me, you should help me!"

He leaned forward, took Jiang Xiyu's hand, and gently rested his head on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder. After lowering his eyes to hide his scheming, his tone seemed to be pleading: "Husband, please help me."

"I just want that body. If you help me, I promise you I won't destroy it..."

The red curtains were swaying gently, and the candlelight flickered, yet the two remained completely unaffected by the tenderness of the occasion.

Murderous intent and affection coexist.

Jiang Xiyu raised her hand to touch his pale face, and after a long silence, she replied softly, word by word, "No, I won't help you..."

He rejected Yuejia for the first time.

Yuejia gripped Jiang Xiyu's arm tightly, but after a moment, he pushed them apart in disgust, their hair still tangled together.

All the love and tenderness seem to be right before my eyes, and the intimacy and affection are indescribable.

Yuejia trembled uncontrollably, her agitation reaching its peak.

"Why? Weren't you willing to do anything for me? Now, why won't you help me take his body, and instead you're trapping me for his sake?"

Suddenly, Yuejia remembered Shijia's reckless actions.

As the red candle burned out inch by inch before her eyes, Yuejia seemed to suddenly realize something, touched her face, and smiled eerily: "Could it be that you can't bear to let him die because of this face?"