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

"What does this face have to do with it?" Jiang Xiyu stared at him, as if trying to communicate with his soul through his skin. After a long silence, he looked away and said softly, "I just don't want you to... make the same mistake again."

Those who commit various sins in order to indulge in evil thoughts, just like this divine punishment, will one day see these evil consequences return to them.

At this moment, Yuejia was no longer able to hear anything. He seemed to be in a state of madness and madness, and Jiang Xiyu's rejection and threats were being magnified infinitely.

Those words stirred the deepest evil thoughts in his heart. He couldn't explain why they made him hate, anger, and feel like he was walking through thorns.

He didn't understand why this person was going against him.

In this mortal world, countless infatuated men and women are willing to do anything for their obsessions. Now, isn't he the Demon Emperor's obsession? Why can he remain so calm?

Back when I persuaded him to go to the Compassion Temple, he agreed without hesitation, but now he's doing this to me because of Shiga...

If it's not because of this face, then what is it because of?

Did he also have feelings for Shiga...?

Yuejia paused for a moment, then smiled mockingly, her hand that had been touching her face slipping down and clenching into a fist.

Without empathy, he would probably have attacked Jiang Xiyu without hesitation right now.

Yet, a lingering emotion, like willow catkins, constantly clung to his heart, both obscuring his hatred and wounding him. It made him hesitate, unable to bring himself to harm the person before him.

It wasn't his emotion, yet it really seemed to be his...

Yuejia was disgusted to the extreme and didn't want to stay with Jiang Xiyu anymore.

He immediately stood up, lowered his eyes and said coldly, "You don't need to say anything more. I'm not going to let this opportunity pass. Since you want to stop me, then come on."

Even after he finished speaking, his expression remained fierce, his aura surging, and a dark aura swirling around him.

Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a while before looking at Yuejia's demonic state and frowning, saying, "You are no match for me."

Yuejia's eyes were cold and indifferent; she didn't want to hear anything anymore.

He immediately reached out and condensed his qi into a sword, the cold blade filled with killing intent as it pointed at Jiang Xiyu.

When Jiang Xiyu looked over, his heart felt as if it were being torn apart by equally sharp strings.

It's hard to describe how I felt at that moment, but Yuejia was really about to lose control of these emotions.

His pupils darkened for a moment, as if trying to break free from the shared feelings, to break free from the sensations brought by Shiga. In a frenzy, he thrust the sword in his hand toward Jiang Xiyu.

The red tent was silently cracked as the sword energy swept past it.

Jiang Xiyu watched quietly, without moving.

Just as the black-glowing sword blade pressed against his heart, the Buddhist beads on Jiang Xiyu's wrist suddenly shone brightly.

It conjured a barrier, enveloping Jiang Xiyu within it.

The sword in my heart no longer gets any closer.

The next moment, the sword was shattered by the Buddha's light, and in an instant, it dissipated inch by inch like red candle smoke.

The Buddha's light rippled outwards, its gentle aura carrying an indescribable sharpness.

The golden light was blinding, and Jiang Xiyu subconsciously closed her eyes.

When the light and shadow faded, he looked up at Yuejia again and found that Yuejia's hand holding the sword was now tightly covering her heart.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and his whole body swayed like a falling leaf. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood in pain.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly opened her eyes wide.

As Yuejia's figure fell, Jiang Xiyu flashed over and caught him.

Yuejia nestled in his arms, her hair entwined around his arm, her breath falling on his heart.

If an outsider were present and peered through the window, they would only perceive the intimate posture of the two people in the bridal chamber.

But in reality, the atmosphere was incredibly tense and dangerous.

Yuejia's aura was very faint, and his body was very cold.

Jiang Xiyu frowned, and the Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist were emitting a faint glow.

Yuejia stared at the excruciating pain in her chest, a pain so intense it was almost numbing.

His body trembled uncontrollably, then he stared at the string of prayer beads, as if realizing something, and suddenly came to his senses. After a long while, a cryptic smile appeared on his pale lips.

Buddhist prayer beads, Shiga...

A scheme quietly began to take shape in Yuejia's mind, and he suddenly lowered his head and coughed, blood sliding down the corner of his mouth. He gripped Jiang Xiyu's clothes tightly.

Jiang Xiyu sighed inwardly and began to heal his wounds.

Yuejia looked at his anxious and worried face, and suddenly lowered her eyes.

Some things don't necessarily need to be fought to the point of bloodshed.

Perhaps, this person has cornered him, but it could also become his way out.

Yuejia: "Cough cough..."

Seeing the body in his arms trembling, Jiang Xiyu hugged her tighter.

A continuous warmth enveloped her, and Yuejia pressed her lips against Jiang Xiyu's chest, then suddenly spoke very softly: "I can refuse to go, but I want all the merit you possess..."

Jiang Xiyu looked down at him without saying anything, but she also didn't refuse.

Yuejia assumed he was willing. After closing his eyes, his face was pale and almost transparent. His voice was weak, yet ruthless: "I want you to go back to the Compassion Temple, back to Shijia's side..."

“I need…his merits…”

It's just another wait. Since Jiang Xiyu is forcing him to wait, he'll lie low.

One day, he will get it.

After all, he already had something on Shiga's hands.

Yuejia lifted her eyelids, her gaze sweeping across Jiang Xiyu's face like a feather.

With this person around, the chances of taking over Shiga's body in the future will only increase. Right now, he needs more merit to sever the connection between himself and Shiga, so as to avoid being disturbed by Shiga's emotions again.

Jiang Xiyu breathed a slight sigh of relief after hearing what he said.

Upon hearing this, Yuejia agreed to the conditions he proposed.

Jiang Xiyu pondered for a moment, then hummed in response.

He bent down and picked Yuejia up.

Yuejia leaned against him, her expression calm, all traces of anger and hatred vanished.

He simply listened quietly to Jiang Xiyu's heartbeat beneath his chest, keeping his scheming and plotting well hidden.

Jiang Xiyu carried him away, and the surrounding phantoms began to dissipate behind them.

Petals drifted through their hair in the wind, like fresh snowflakes spreading out, yet never quite blending together.

The illusion took away the auspicious time, and the red silk behind them dimmed and disappeared.

The surroundings were desolate, with gusts of cold wind blowing.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes. The Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist, which were enveloped in a halo of light, shone brightly for a moment before returning to their original state.

He thought to himself, "Fortunately, Shiga has not yet recovered his magical power."

Otherwise, if these prayer beads were to move today, they would surely attract their owner.

Yuejia naturally knew this, but she had no intention of thinking about it anymore.

His eyelids were lightly closed, as if he were unconscious, but in reality, he was completely at peace.

Yuejia knew she was no match for Jiang Xiyu, but she still wanted to fight him.

It might be to vent, or to vent anger.

He understood that he had no other choice; if he wanted to maximize his benefits, he had no choice but to accept Jiang Xiyu's conditions.

But he was still unwilling, or perhaps unwilling, that the people who should have stood by his side had instead stood on the opposite side.