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

Chapter 406 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [82]

The moment the sharp teeth pierced his skin, Jiang Xiyu's body stiffened for a second.

He frowned, sighed inwardly, but did not stop them.

As Yuejia drank the blood, thinking of the torment she had endured these past few days, she bit down even harder.

He tried to pour all his emotions into this, but the process of pouring them out brought him a joy he had never imagined.

He clearly didn't feel happy at all last time.

Why is it that now, just thinking about biting the person in front of him makes him feel excited, both physically and mentally?

He increasingly forced Jiang Xiyu's blood and flesh, greedily absorbing it. When he lost control, he would press the person in front of him down.

Jiang Xiyu, caught off guard, fell onto the couch, her long, silvery-white hair spreading out beneath her.

In an instant, strands of black hair fell into it and became entangled with it.

Yuejia never let him go for a moment. He was lying on Jiang Xiyu's shoulder. It was a beautiful and romantic scene, but what surrounded the two of them was the smell of blood.

Jiang Xiyu lay silently on the couch, and gradually, he stopped feeling the pain.

Instead, it felt as if something had spread throughout my body.

Jiang Xiyu's pupils trembled. After feeling the soft wetness on his neck, he finally raised his hand and grabbed Yuejia's shoulder, pushing him to the side.

Suddenly pushed away, the dazed look in Yuejia's eyes had not completely faded.

His thin lips were stained with blood, but his face was very pale, like a blood-red Guanyin, staring at Jiang Xiyu with an eerie and beautiful expression.

Jiang Xiyu sat up, clutching her neck.

Fresh blood was still flowing down his fingertips.

Yuejia paused for a moment, his red eyes flickering slightly. He stared at the bloodstains on Jiang Xiyu's neck, and that inexplicable anxiety slowly resurfaced in his heart.

Yuejia dislikes this feeling.

Because he felt that these emotions were not his own.

He did this because of Shiga, so he wants to erase it.

The only way to erase it is to suck Jiang Xiyu's blood.

Only when I drink his blood will that emotion be replaced by a new feeling.

That's his...

Jiang Xiyu noticed that he was staring intently at her neck and was about to wipe away the bloodstains.

Unexpectedly, Yuejia suddenly leaned forward and grabbed his blood-stained hand.

Jiang Xiyu was a little confused and was about to ask him what he was going to do.

Yuejia had already lowered her head and carefully cleaned his blood-stained fingertips one by one.

He stared at Jiang Xiyu, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Like a bewitching demon, one can easily be ensnared and corrupted if one is not careful.

Even though Jiang Xiyu knew everything, he was still embarrassed by Yue Jia's face.

"Don't……"

He wanted to pull his hand away.

Moonja refused.

Finally, Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to knock him unconscious.

After settling everyone in, Jiang Xiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief as he emerged from the hall.

He stood at the entrance of the palace for a while, and when he looked up at the sky, he found that the magic array above the sky had disappeared as expected.

With Shiga losing his magical power, the magic array could not be maintained.

Yuejia no longer had any scruples.

Jiang Xiyu's return this time was to put another constraint on Yuejia.

I just didn't expect Yuejia to do this so suddenly.

Jiang Xiyu rubbed his forehead.

Suddenly I feel like I've become a blood bag, getting bitten every time I come back.

As for negotiating terms with Yuejia, Jiang Xiyu thought about it and decided to wait until he recovered before discussing it further.

After all, when Jiang Xiyu was infusing Yuejia with merit, he noticed that Yuejia's body seemed to have been severely injured by the Heavenly Punishment.

It seems that Yuejia will lose the ability to cause trouble in the short term.

During this time, Jiang Xiyu only hoped that Shiga's magical power could be restored as soon as possible.

……

In the quiet afternoon, the meditation room was peaceful.

Jinglian was unaware that Jiang Xiyu had already left Cibei Temple. When he brought the medicine, he noticed that Shijia was sitting quietly in front of the table, and on the table was a very small... cat.

He couldn't make out what it was, and after looking around, he couldn't find any trace of Jiang Xiyu.

Shiga was meditating.

Jinglian didn't want to disturb them, so when he saw a bowl of unused medicine on the altar, he hesitated for a moment and then placed the bowl he had brought on it as well.

Suddenly, a gaze fell upon us.

Jinglian turned to look.

Shiga looked at him expressionlessly, his expression indifferent.

Jinglian then explained, "Buddha's disciple, I've come to deliver medicine to that little cat demon."

Shiga glanced at the altar, then lowered his gaze and said calmly, "No need."

No need?

Jinglian was somewhat puzzled. "Buddha's disciple, what do you mean?"

Could it be that the cat demon has recovered and no longer needs this medicine?

Even if you recover, drinking this herbal soup will be entirely beneficial and harmless.

Shiga did not respond immediately.

He glanced at the things on the table, and after a long while, said, "He's gone."

Jinglian frowned, immediately realizing who this "left" referred to.

But why did you leave all of a sudden? Where did you go?

As Jinglian pondered this, she approached Shijia. Only after seeing clearly that the kitten on the table was actually made of cat fur did she ask, "Buddha's disciple, where did the kitten demon go?"

Shiga reached out and carefully put away the kitten figurine on the table, then calmly said, "The Demon Realm."

Jinglian nodded as if she understood, and smiled, "So you've gone home."

Shiga was slightly taken aback by what he heard, and his gaze fell on the small futon beside him.

A breeze swept by, and the cat hair clinging to the cushion was suddenly swept up.

It floated shakily, and finally landed on Shiga's sleeve.

Shiga lowered his eyes and stared for a moment before slowly closing them.

Yes, I'm home...

The meditation room gradually fell silent.

The tranquility was exactly the same as before, but at this moment, even the shimmering light filtering in from the window seemed to have grown colder for some reason.

Jinglian looked at Shijia, and the smile on her lips suddenly froze.

He stared at Shiga's figure, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

For the first time, he seemed to see boundless loneliness in the eyes and brows of the Buddhist monk.

It was no longer a still, tranquil place, but rather something floating on the surface, a sense of unmasked solitude.

Jinglian was startled, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Long ago, he noticed that the Buddhist disciple cared too much about the little cat demon.

Now, because of the cat demon's brief departure, the Buddhist disciple actually felt lonely.

Even though Jinglian had guessed that the cat demon was a result of the Buddha's karma, he believed that the Buddha's mind was firm and did not take this karma to heart.

How can a Buddha who is in perfect health, observes the precepts, and has no emotions or desires generate love?

But all things are impermanent.

Jinglian never expected that the Buddhist disciple would lose his golden body due to the backlash and become no different from an ordinary person.

At this moment, seeing the Buddhist disciple tainted by karma firsthand, he couldn't help but feel worried.

When the cat demon came to the Buddha's side, was it a blessing from the Buddha or a tribulation in his cultivation?

If it is a calamity, it will be too late to avoid it.

The only way, and the only way, is for the Buddhist disciple to regain his magical powers and restore his golden body, so as to sever this karmic connection.

Jinglian sighed and turned to leave.

After an unknown amount of time, the shimmering light dissipated.

After finishing his meditation, Shigatse sat quietly in the same spot for a long time. Then he raised his hand as if to get up.

The object in his sleeve rolled around, brushing against his wrist with a barely-there touch.

Shiga took out the item, and the eyes of the kitten sculpture, like its owner, seemed to gleam with a faint golden light.

It looked at Shiga, its gaze focused in the dimly lit meditation room, as if it knew he was all alone.

He stayed at Jing Shui Lake for so long, and didn't come back for a long time. He even plucked the cat hair off his body just to make this for him.

He knew he was all alone, so he left this behind to keep him company.

Shiga lowered his eyes, and after a long while, he reached out and stroked the kitten's eyes.

Before long, the fragrance of rose petals lingered on my fingertips.