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

Jiang Xiyu's face turned pale. "What?"

The person behind him seemed to have gone mad, and the surrounding area was filled with murderous intent, to the point that it could hardly be ignored.

Jiang Xiyu tried to stop him, but found that the demonic power within her body seemed to be imprisoned by something.

He tried to break free from Yuejia, but found that he had no strength at all.

Jiang Xiyu felt that he was no different from an ordinary little demon because his demon core could not condense demon power for a long time. He thought it was because he had absorbed the ghost fire. He did not think much about it. After trying to reverse the situation several times without success, Jiang Xiyu looked at his hands and suddenly felt a sense of hatred for his powerlessness.

"Yuejia, please don't do this. I really don't want to see you and the monk like this."

Yuejia also sensed Jiang Xiyu's unusual behavior. She looked down at him, her black hair and his silver hair intertwining in the air.

A fleeting moment of confusion, as if their entanglement was destined to continue in this way.

He has the right and the status to get entangled with this person, but what about Nashja?

What gives him the right?!

Why was this game, which should have been a sure win, so difficult for him because of the piece he thought was the least likely to lose?

Jiang Xiyu...

You have to choose one of the two options, but you don't want to choose the other.

Everything you said was a lie.

All that talk about watching over you, about being by your side, it's all a lie.

fake!

The person who used to have nothing but him in their heart and eyes, the person who wanted to elevate him to the heavens, betrayed him at such a critical, life-or-death moment, delivering the most profound and despairing blow to him.

The blood, dripping with blood, was entirely transformed into resentment, jealousy, and hatred.

These emotions grew wildly and spread like wildfire through a forest, and once they were out, they were irreversible.

His gaze suddenly turned coldly to Shiga, filled with intense hatred and resentment at his arrogant and disdainful demeanor.

If one is truly without feelings or desires, then why would one harbor so many greedy thoughts about his life?

They were all hypocritical and sanctimonious; the entire Buddhist realm was like that.

They talk about universal love for all living beings, but that kind of universal love is actually the most heartless.

Strip him of his skin, shackle him.

Ten thousand years ago, Shiga abandoned him.

Now, even those he cares about are willing to abandon themselves for him.

A cold wind howled past, and the place in Yuejia's heart that had been pierced made her finally realize the icy, bone-chilling pain.

Anger surged in his chest, as if it were about to shred his internal organs, and pain spread throughout his body.

Yuejia could no longer listen, nor could she take it in.

His expression was stern, and his blood-red lips curled into a strange arc. "Jiang Xiyu, I told you long ago, in this world, it's either him or me, it's either him or me."

“If you hadn’t insisted on stopping us back then, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.”

He gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's neck, his fingertips icy cold, his movements so tender that it was impossible to tell whether it was love or murderous intent.

Jiang Xiyu struggled to speak, unable to utter a word.

Yuejia spoke casually, "However, I am quite satisfied with the current result. It was not in vain that I set up the two traps of greed and anger. It's just that without you, how can he break the trap of infatuation?"

As he spoke, he lifted Jiang Xiyu's chin, a chilling glint in his eyes.

"Since you care about him, then watch closely as I kill the Buddha."

He was determined to take Shiga's body, right before this man's eyes, in front of him, with his own hands.

As the words fell, a force emanated from Yuejia's body, and crimson light and shadow spread out like ripples, extremely sharp. Even the lotus crown in his hair suddenly shattered, his red clothes fluttered, and his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

After the blinding red light, a crimson lotus of karmic fire spun out from beneath their feet, like a raging inferno from hell, as if falling into it would instantly burn them to ashes.

The crimson light illuminated the originally dark sky, and amidst the changing winds and clouds, the heavens revealed a blood-red color, causing the entire demon realm to tremble in shock.

Jiang Xiyu looked at it and felt that the blood-red light seemed to be about to devour everything.

He was greatly shocked, finding it hard to believe that Yuejia's strength had reached such a level.

He subconsciously looked down at Honglian, only to find that the hands that were holding him had lost their boneless softness and become long and strong.

Yuejia formed a hand seal, and a red barrier enveloped Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu felt as if he were trapped in place. When he looked up, Yue Jia swept past him.

So fast that it was just a blur, as it passed Jiang Xiyu, he saw the madness in Yuejia's eyes.

Jiang Xiyu struggled and said, "No, Yuejia! Stop..."

He shouted until his voice was hoarse, and by the end, he had used every possible name for him.

My dear wife.

Just as Yuejia heard those two sounds, the red afterimage flickered for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu saw this, her voice trembling: "You hurt the mage, you'll get hurt too, don't do this..."

The two are one, sharing the same feelings and connected.

No matter who is injured or dies, the other will not be safe and sound.

As Jiang Xiyu spoke, she knelt down weakly and said softly, "Go back with the monk, go back to where you belong. Haven't you always wanted to return to the Buddhist Realm? Go back, I believe the monk won't keep you locked up anymore..."

As Jiang Xiyu looked at the two figures, his voice choked with emotion, barely audible: "Go back, you and the monk should both go back... If, if you really need a body to become a Buddha, then take mine, don't destroy yourself."

His essence is Pure Land Buddhism, which allows one to absorb merit and attain Buddhahood.

Jiang Xiyu had already made the worst-case scenario plan and also considered the most satisfactory solution.

However, Yuejia's figure did not stop, as if the slight pause at that moment was just Jiang Xiyu's illusion.

Jiang Xiyu's voice trailed off towards the end. After several unsuccessful attempts to dissuade him, she clutched her chest, feeling a sense of suffocation.

Just then, a voice brushed past my ear from afar, its tone cold and fierce.

"You really do care about him!"

They care so much that they're willing to give up everything.

Yuejia didn't look back. He stopped in front of Shijia, his anger making his blood boil, and his jealousy made him want to tear the person in front of him apart and tell him that Jiang Xiyu was his!

Shiga stood amidst the hazy, blood-red light, compassionate and serene, his entire being untouched by any murderous intent. His crimson robe remained perfectly still, without a single wrinkle, not at all flamboyant, but rather exuding a sense of icy purity and holiness.

He slightly clasped his hands together, his half-lowered eyes revealing a Buddha-like nature that looked down upon all living beings.

Its aura is gentle and formless, yet its oppressive power remains undiminished, as if making heaven and earth solemn.

Yuejia loathed this look. She gave a cold laugh and mocked, "What talk of a Buddha's heart and the emptiness of the four elements? You're still having thoughts and desires."

Looking back now, the decision to separate him from us seems ridiculous.

Shiga looked at Yuejia without looking away, his voice seemingly coming from the heavens: "Cultivation in the world allows everything to be as it is."

Allow everything to happen, whether good or bad, whether it's a blessing or a curse.

Yuejia, however, was unconvinced. She twisted her wrist and gave a chilling smile, saying sarcastically, "But how could you, who have fallen in love, be a match for me?"