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

Thunder rumbled continuously amidst the black smoke, and in the golden light emanating from the Buddhist prayer beads, Shiga embraced Jiang Xiyu's body, his eyes lowered.

The golden light illuminated his face, but his expression remained blank. His dark eyes were fixed on the person in his arms, and at one moment, the light and shadow seemed to reflect the turbulent emotions surging in his eyes.

He remained motionless, yet his aura was as oppressive as a demon from hell, and his entire body emanated an unusual, bone-chilling coldness.

The long, silvery-white hair seemed to sense something, rising and falling with the wind.

In the instant Jiang Xiyu's head slumped back, the sound of the Buddhist beads swaying in the air was more urgent and frantic than ever before.

The sound was so soft, yet it seemed more piercing than thunder.

Shiga suddenly raised his hand and cupped Jiang Xiyu's nape with his palm.

A pale face, so peaceful it seemed as if he were simply asleep.

However, Shiga supported him for a long time before finally bowing his head as if unable to restrain himself, pressing Jiang Xiyu's nape, burying his head in his own neck, and embracing him tightly.

The emptiness in my heart seemed to be filled at this moment.

Shiga held him, his long eyelashes trembling as he closed his eyes.

Cat...

When Jinglian arrived, this was the scene of them embracing.

He had never actually seen the Buddha lose control before, but right now, the Buddha was holding the person in his arms in a state of out-of-control, as if he wanted to completely integrate that person into his own bones and blood.

A thousand thoughts, ten thousand longings, all emotions are poured into this embrace.

He only dared to indulge himself and his feelings when the other person was unaware of it.

At that moment, Jinglian knew that the Buddhist disciple could no longer let go.

The person in his arms was his weakness.

He worried about him, thought about him, and feared him.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

If you are separated from the lover, you will have no worries and no fear.

Even under the constraints of the golden statue, the Buddhist disciple still could not forget his love for him.

He...can't live without love.

Jinglian pondered for a long time before silently turning her back to deal with the will-o'-the-wisps in the black smoke.

It wasn't until the hidden lightning flashed that Shiga came to his senses, and at that moment, the Buddha mark on his forehead seemed to turn crimson.

He composed himself, sat down cross-legged, and let Jiang Xiyu lean against him. When he raised his eyes to cast a spell, a barely perceptible crimson glint flashed in his pupils, which disappeared in an instant. Shiga then raised his hand to check Jiang Xiyu's injuries.

There were no injuries, but his internal energy was very unstable.

Shiga put one arm around his shoulder and used the other to gather his magic power to calm him down.

Below them, the golden lotus, partially hidden, supported them.

After Shiga finished doing everything, he sat there with his eyes down, holding Jiang Xiyu in his arms, listening to the soft breathing of the person in his arms. He didn't move at all, as if there was only the two of them in the world.

The will-o'-the-wisp rushed over like a madman, but Shiga's aura was too magnificent, and he was also surrounded by a faint Buddhist light. The will-o'-the-wisp only got slightly closer before Shiga suddenly raised his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his pupils, as if it were murderous intent.

In an instant, the will-o'-the-wisp was burned away by the Buddha's light and vanished into thin air.

The rest, fearing to attack again, were absorbed by the Buddhist beads blocking their way.

Jiang Xiyu leaned against him, her face pale and her brows furrowed, looking very uneasy.

Shiga paused, then lightly stroked Jiang Xiyu's cheek with his fingertips, finding it icy cold to the touch.

He wanted to warm his body, but his body was as cold as a golden statue.

Shiga lowered his eyelids, his gaze trembling slightly.

He was late...

That's why he was able to hold on alone for so long.

Shiga withdrew his hand, made a hand seal, and the golden lotus below suddenly turned into a red lotus.

Jinglian noticed something was wrong and turned around.

Shiga's gaze suddenly fell on him.

Not far away, whether it was because the will-o'-the-wisps around them were too rampant or because the light here was too dim, Jinglian looked at Shijia and felt that there seemed to be a trace of emotion on his face.

That emotion was very faint and subtle, yet upon closer inspection, it was completely undetectable.

Jinglian was taken aback, slightly startled by that cold gaze.

Then, he understood the deeper meaning of that look, nodded, and replied, "This disciple will handle things here."

However, he could only deal with these will-o'-the-wisps, but could not completely eliminate them.

Fortunately, Shiga didn't want him to do that; he just needed some time.

Jinglian knew he was going to heal Jiang Xiyu's injuries, so she agreed.

Shiga withdrew his gaze and carefully held the person in his arms.

The next moment, the red lotus below shone brightly, and its petals gradually closed up, enveloping the two of them.

Just as Shiga was about to straighten Jiang Xiyu's body, his hand was suddenly grabbed by something.

He looked down and saw that Jiang Xiyu was holding his hand and wouldn't let go.

Red Lotus's karmic fire swirled around her. Shiga watched quietly, lost in thought. After a long while, her fingertips trembled slightly as she gently took Jiang Xiyu's hand in hers.

Meanwhile, in the First Domain, thousands of miles away, a pair of red eyes suddenly opened, filled with blood.

……

From the moment Jiang Xiyu absorbed the ghost fire, his demon core and his entire being seemed to be caught in a storm, with boundless pain spreading. In the end, he didn't even know if he was in pain anymore; he was almost numb.

As his consciousness sank into an endless abyss, a strange, piercing sound, like a pebble scraping against a wall, echoed in his ears, tempting him time and time again.

Jiang Xiyu was so moved by what he heard that, but suddenly, another very soft voice fell into his ear.

In an instant, his bewitched mind inexplicably calmed down.

A warm current seemed to flow into his numb body. The golden light passed through his meridians, which were entangled in black energy, and then enveloped his demon core.

Something gently caught his falling body, accompanied by a familiar, reassuring scent, incredibly soft and careful.

Jiang Xiyu was in a daze, only feeling as if she had fallen into soft clouds.

He trusted and relied on it wholeheartedly, and in a daze, everything he longed for most in his heart seemed to appear before his eyes.

What does he yearn for?

Actually, enduring so much pain in the black smoke, even to the point of numbness, was just to force myself to see something...

I wonder if my long-cherished wish has finally come true.

Therefore, when Jiang Xiyu looked up again, a familiar face and a pair of cold eyes suddenly appeared before him.

He was caught off guard and fell into those eyes, speechless and unaware that he was awake.

He just stared intently, afraid that the person in front of him would disappear. He was so nervous that his body trembled uncontrollably, and the knuckles of his hand that was holding Shiga turned white.

Shiga lowered his eyes and stared into them, like a Buddha statue enshrined in a sacred altar, unmoving.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes suddenly misted over, and his vision began to blur under that gentle gaze.

He tried hard to see clearly, and couldn't help but look up and get closer.

As his face nearly touched Shiga's, as his lips almost met Shiga's, in that fleeting moment of intertwined breaths, Jiang Xiyu dared not offend him, and simply called out softly, "Master, Master..."

Each word, spoken slowly and deliberately, seemed to contain a thousand words, as if they had penetrated to the very marrow of one's bones.