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

Xiu Jie happened to enter from outside the hall.

He had already carried out all the tasks assigned by Jiang Xiyu, and the demon soldiers in each region had been strengthened. However, to his surprise, the ghost carriage not only did not restrain itself, but became even more rampant.

Immediately afterwards, the demon soldiers had their demon cores taken away one after another. Seeing that this could not deter them, Xiu Jie had no choice but to withdraw his men.

Seeing this, the powerful demons guarding the cities in several regions had no choice but to personally patrol for the safety of their demon people.

However, this is not a long-term solution.

Jiang Xiyu frowned after hearing this.

The ghost fire devouring the demon core was simply Guiche's way of enhancing its magical power.

Ordinary demons were certainly not enough for him to recover, and the cultivation of demon soldiers was mostly higher than that of ordinary demons, so he turned his attention to these demon soldiers.

As his strength grows, he will need more and more demon cores.

Jiang Xiyu had instructed the Ten Domains to strengthen their defenses so that Guiche would know that his plans had been exposed.

Firstly, to reduce casualties, and secondly, to buy time.

I thought Guiche would be wary, but I didn't expect him to be so reckless.

Either they have sufficient strength, or they are eager to recover.

If it really is for the demon core...

Jiang Xiyu pondered for a moment, then something suddenly flashed through his mind.

The next moment, his expression turned cold, and he said to Xiu Jie, "We don't know his strength yet, but if he really wants a demon core, what demon core can compare to a great demon from the Ten Domains?"

The demon realm is divided into ten domains, with ten great demons guarding each domain. The great demon guarding the first domain, where the Demon Emperor's Palace is located, is Xiu Jie.

The elaborate setup in front of the ghost carriage is probably all for a specific purpose, and in the end, it may all be to lure out the Ten Demon Kings.

After all, their demon cores have been cultivated for thousands of years.

Xiu Jie seemed to understand something as well, and his face suddenly darkened as he cursed, "He's really hungry, he'll eat anything!"

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and said calmly, "This is just my guess. However, if Guiche really has his eye on your demon core, then he probably has some confidence in it."

Xiu Jie sneered and said disdainfully, "We, the great demons of the Ten Domains, are not to be trifled with."

“If he dares to run wild in my First Domain, I will dig three feet into the ground and not let him go.”

Seeing his eager expression as he rolled up his sleeves, Jiang Xiyu rubbed his temples and chuckled, "You brute."

Xiu Jie: "..."

Jiang Xiyu stood up, used magic to retrieve a map of the ten regions of the demon realm, unfolded it, and asked, "Where is the place where the will-o'-the-wisp appears?"

Upon hearing this, Xiu Jie stepped forward and marked the location.

Jiang Xiyu took a closer look and found that it had appeared in all areas except the first to fifth domains, and the speed of its spread was getting faster and faster. If it continued to develop like this, it was estimated that the fire would soon reach the first domain.

After so long of suppression, we thought he was almost gone, but unexpectedly he was put to the brink of death and then reborn.

The most urgent task at hand is to find the ghost car and prevent it from continuing to devour others.

Jiang Xiyu thought for a moment and reminded Xiu Jie, "Although your strength is indeed extraordinary, you still need to be careful, after all, this ghost carriage came prepared."

It's impossible to get all the great demons to give up defending the city, so we can only be on guard to prevent the ghost chariot from taking advantage of any loopholes.

Seeing Jiang Xiyu's serious expression, Xiu Jie nodded and said, "I will remind those guys, but this can't go on forever..."

"I know." Jiang Xiyu tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her eyes cold.

There were already a bunch of unresolved issues, and now this damned ghost train is making things even worse.

Jiang Xiyu was extremely agitated. After a moment of silence, a dark glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly said, "Since he has such a big appetite, I'll feed him an even bigger one."

Xiu Jie looked at him, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, but impatiently tossed the demonic seal that symbolized him onto the map.

The areas circled on the map, when connected, resembled a net, and the demonic seal fell right into it.

Xiu Jie noticed it, nodding and sighing, "This is indeed quite big..."

After they finished discussing their plan, it was already quite late at night.

After Xiu Jie left, the fragrance of the roses in the hall inexplicably faded a bit.

Jiang Xiyu frowned sharply, then glanced indifferently across the hall.

There was silence.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes, thinking it was just that she was too tense.

He raised his hand to rub his forehead, and as the hem of his sleeve fell down his arm, Jiang Xiyu felt a slight chill on his wrist.

The next moment, the prayer beads appeared.

Jiang Xiyu's gaze paused for a moment, then she leaned back in her chair.

In the flickering candlelight, he gently fiddled with the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist, his expression indistinct.

He remembered what Jinglian had told him: these were Shijia's tears.

He forbade himself to return to Cibei Temple and forgot to take the item back.

Jiang Xiyu smiled ambiguously, her fingertips tracing the Buddhist prayer beads, her eyelids slowly lowering as if lost in thought.

After returning to the demon realm, he had actually been waiting...

Wait for Shiga...

To take all of this back.

Whether it's things or people.

When the topic turned to people, Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then disappeared from the spot.

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Under the moonlight, the roses bloom quietly, their purple glow dancing like fireflies.

As Jiang Xiyu's scent swept by, the roses swayed slightly, and their rich fragrance suddenly dissipated in the wind.

The gates of the Demon Emperor's Palace were tightly closed, and after nightfall, the lamps inside emitted a faint light.

When Jiang Xiyu entered, Yuejia had not yet rested.

He was sitting cross-legged on the couch, his floral crown and robes removed, revealing a thin garment covering his slender body. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his closed eyes, perhaps due to the candlelight, made him appear both holy and gentle.

Jiang Xiyu stood there for a long time without making a sound to disturb him, but his brows unconsciously relaxed a little.

Yuejia had already sensed his presence. Seeing that he remained motionless for a long time, she frowned, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and cold sweat slid down her cheeks, her face appearing to be in pain.

Jiang Xiyu realized this and suddenly remembered what the demon servant had said when he went to invite him.

Heartache is unbearable?

As he pondered this, he approached the bedside.

A shadow fell, accompanied by a familiar scent.

Yuejia opened her eyes at the right moment, and her chest heaved slightly when she looked at Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and saw that his pale face seemed genuine, so she immediately squatted down to check his pulse.

Yuejia pursed her lips unhappily and withdrew her hand to prevent him from looking.

Jiang Xiyu looked at her empty hand, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

Yuejia narrowed her eyes and asked coldly, "Why aren't you avoiding me anymore?"

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then explained, "I'm handling some things."

Yuejia smiled, but there was no hint of amusement in her eyes, clearly indicating that she did not believe what he said.

Jiang Xiyu didn't care whether he believed her or not, but asked with concern, "Why does your heart hurt?"

Yuejia stared at Jiang Xiyu, then suddenly lowered her head and leaned close to Jiang Xiyu's ear, gritting her teeth as she said, "Who knows?"

They bit each one very hard.

Jiang Xiyu then understood; it wasn't him who was in pain, but Shiga...