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

When Shiga met Jiang Xiyu's reddened, tearful eyes, his pupils seemed to tremble almost imperceptibly.

However, he was always reserved in his emotions. Even though their breaths were almost intertwined, his expression remained calm, as if he had no emotions at all. But the next moment, his actions showed a completely different tenderness and heartache.

Shiga slowly raised his hand and gently wiped away the wetness from the corner of Jiang Xiyu's eye with his fingertips.

He didn't know why he was crying like this, nor did he know why the tears he wiped away with his fingertips felt so hot.

He gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's face, feeling that he had arrived too late, which was why Jiang had to endure so much alone here.

Jiang Xiyu stared at him blankly, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

With them so close, it seemed that if he were just a little bolder, he could easily pour out all his longing to the other person.

But for some reason, looking into those eyes that were staring at him, he dared not make a move.

Jiang Xiyu was worried that if he moved, the person in front of him would disappear as if waking from a dream, so he just smiled at Shijia, as if he had used up all his strength.

Shiga remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jiang Xiyu's face, as if he had been waiting for years, or as if he had never waited at all.

It wasn't until he faintly sensed fluctuations outside the red lotus that he snapped out of his daze and distanced himself from it.

The other person's presence vanished abruptly. Jiang Xiyu swallowed hard, unable to resist asking, "Master, are you leaving again?"

He coughed softly as he spoke, and his eyes dimmed.

Shiga was slightly taken aback by what he heard, and then, seeing that he seemed to be out of his mind, he said softly, "Your internal energy is unstable, so don't speak yet."

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyes again.

His pupils were fixed on Shiga, and he called out in a low voice, as if he had lost his voice, or perhaps he was just tentatively asking, "Master?"

After saying that, he trembled uncontrollably.

Although his injuries were healed, he had still consumed too much ghost fire, and the residue remaining in his demon core could not be completely eliminated.

Shiga's eyes turned cold for a moment, then he gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's back and softly replied, "It's me, don't say anything."

Jiang Xiyu's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, a surge of heat welled up uncontrollably in his eyes.

He quickly lowered his eyes to hide the tears welling up, but still stubbornly tried to speak to Shiga, his voice almost inaudible: "Master, is it really you..."

Shiga responded with a soft "hmm," as gentle as a breeze.

Jiang Xiyu blinked, and something dripped silently.

He said to himself, "Have I caused you trouble again?"

"No."

It seems that these two words are too cold and lacking in emotion.

Shiga put his arm around him and whispered in his ear, "No, no trouble."

Hearing this actually made Jiang Xiyu very happy, but the strange movement of the demon core still made him uncomfortable. However, this discomfort was much better than before.

When he was alone and trapped in the black smoke facing the will-o'-the-wisps, he seemed oblivious to everything and felt no discomfort.

But now, whether it's because he has someone to rely on or because he's lost in grief, Jiang Xiyu has become sensitive and fragile. He just feels very uncomfortable, so the words he says are incoherent.

"So you ignored me just now because you're still angry with me?"

Shiga shook his head and said, "No."

He paused, then lowered his eyes and added softly, "I wasn't ignoring you, and I wasn't angry..."

He wasn't angry; he just didn't know what to do.

When faced with him, he was always helpless and caught in a dilemma.

Shiga closed his eyes and tightened his arms around Jiang Xiyu, as if he was trying to restrain himself, but it also seemed like he had lost control.

Jiang Xiyu leaned against him, and through his clothes, the chill of his body seemed to emanate from his back. Jiang Xiyu felt a little cold, but remained motionless.

He remembered Shiga's embrace, which had once been warm, though back then, he hadn't held him as tightly as he did now. Now, though the embrace was cold, Jiang Xiyu felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

The one glimpse I'd been holding back, the one I'd been desperately trying to see, has finally come into view.

Jiang Xiyu's pale lips seemed to have a faint blush.

Hearing that the person wasn't angry, he seemed to relax a bit.

Jiang Xiyu nestled quietly in Shijia's arms for a while, and after a long time, her eyelashes trembled.

He spoke slowly, as if in a daze, each word like a whisper: "Master, I am so happy to see you again..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Xiyu closed her eyes, her face pale, unable to hold on any longer.

He wasn't fully conscious to begin with; he only became half-asleep when he sensed familiar magical power while Shiga was healing him.

He held back, wanting to talk to him more.

However, in Shiga's embrace, his heart always felt uncontrollably calm, and once he relaxed, he naturally couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness that followed.

And so, he gently leaned against Shiga's chest and said nothing more.

Shiga looked down at him, motionless, as if he wanted to see him like this until the end of time.

As the red lotus began to dissipate bit by bit, he held the person in his arms, raised his eyes indifferently, his pupils icy cold.

……

The demons guarding the Five Realms had no idea what was happening inside the black smoke. They only knew that from the outside, the demonic power representing the Demon Emperor in the black smoke had dissipated, and then an even more powerful magical power appeared in the black smoke.

The moment the golden light refracted from it, the will-o'-the-wisp seemed to tremble and wail madly, and the previously accumulated, overwhelming black smoke seemed to be torn apart from it.

The golden light transformed into a sharp blade, cleaving open from the center and causing the earth to tremble wherever it touched.

The demons were in an uproar and began to defend themselves.

When they weathered the ensuing storm and opened their eyes again, the black smoke from beyond the realm began to dissipate, and the wailing of the will-o'-the-wisps ceased abruptly. In its place, a dazzling golden light condensed like a nebula.

When it condenses to a certain extreme point, all the winds and clouds freeze, and even the wind in the air seems to suddenly disperse, until some sacred, breathtaking, otherworldly power surges out from the nebula.

When the lotus-shaped nebula spread its first compassionate golden pattern across the sky, like a spring breeze, it swept across the desolate and ruined land of the demon realm, and wherever the golden pattern touched, withered trees came back to life.

The demons watched all this in shock, and after a moment of silence, they erupted into a deafening roar.

They cheered for the Demon Emperor, but the few powerful demons who knew the truth were filled with dread and sighed.

Even a great demon who has cultivated for ten thousand years may not have the ability to bring withered trees back to life.

Because the laws of the world are irreversible, yet this great mage's power transcends all laws.

As they thought about it, their gazes grew intensely reverent, trying to glimpse the figures of the Demon Emperor and the Grand Mage through the golden nebula.

But when everything dissipated, there was no one left in the void.

The Demon King is gone! The Grand Mage is nowhere to be found either!