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

Chapter 408 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [84]

It was probably those eyes that piqued Yuejia's curiosity, so in the days that followed, he would occasionally scrutinize Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

Jiang Xiyu found this behavior rather strange.

Especially when the two are alone, their eyes meet, and the atmosphere around them can easily become ambiguous.

But Yuejia's blood-red eyes, if stared at for too long, can easily disturb one's mind.

Jiang Xiyu had to be careful to avoid being bewitched and falling into the vortex of love and desire he had woven.

But Yuejia seemed to enjoy it immensely, and every move she made resembled flirting.

He would either get close to Jiang Xiyu and feign weakness, or he would take the initiative to ask Jiang Xiyu to kiss him.

That's incredible, she's a succubus.

Jiang Xiyu didn't want to go too far, because if she did, over time she would feel that she could no longer look that holy face in the eye.

With each touch, Jiang Xiyu felt a surge of guilt, a sense of blasphemy. Besides, he had important business to attend to upon his return, not some romantic gesture between husband and wife; it was just that he hadn't been able to find a suitable opportunity, which was why it had been delayed until now.

Yuejia did these things not for the sake of marital harmony.

His thinking was much simpler.

He was inherently wicked; his teasing of Jiang Xiyu was merely an attempt to ignite desire in her eyes...

But Jiang Xiyu's seemingly nonchalant avoidance made him somewhat unhappy.

Because of empathy, he knew that Shiga had developed delusions about him.

However, Yuejia couldn't understand why this delusional thought arose.

In this world, no one understands another version of himself better than him.

Stripped of it, all is emptiness, the six senses are purified, and it is impossible for the mind to give rise to worldly thoughts.

But that night, the wind blew and the flags fluttered; it wasn't his imagination.

He found it incredible and was curious about why the Demon Emperor could shake Shiga.

Therefore, during the time Jiang Xiyu returned to the demon realm, he stayed by her side every day, wanting to know what Jiang Xiyu had done to make Shijia act this way.

The shared feelings between Yuejia and Shijia are a shared heart and a shared thought.

With a single thought, it becomes impossible to determine to whom this feeling belongs, or who is truly acting rashly...

In Yuejia's eyes, everything that arises from the human heart is essentially desire.

The Buddha's mind is also like this.

He was curious about both the desire that Shiga had developed and the person who had caused Shiga to have that desire.

So, he half-enticed and half-seduced Jiang Xiyu into taking him to the place where the two of them were to get married.

That was the place that Shiga experienced in the Pigeon Demon's illusion.

Jiang Xiyu was so bothered by him that she had no choice but to take him back to the old place.

Since the two got married, few demons have set foot in that place.

It was beautiful, but it lacked the joy of a wedding day and was completely different from what it looked like in the dream world.

Jiang Xiyu didn't know why he suddenly wanted to come here, but she went along with him.

But when I saw the scene before me, the image of the illusion involuntarily appeared in my mind.

Red ribbons hung high, and flower petals fluttered in the air.

Seeing him lost in thought, Yuejia's eyes flashed with a profound meaning.

He knew that the Demon Emperor must have remembered something.

It's unclear whether he was thinking of his own wedding ceremony or the wedding ceremony with Shiga in the Pigeon Demon Illusion.

Jiang Xiyu noticed his gaze and glanced at him sideways.

Yuejia, however, had already looked away.

Looking at the scene before him, he suddenly sighed, "I never imagined that so much time had passed since my wedding day with my husband. Now, everything has changed."

Jiang Xiyu frowned, stepped forward to support him, and said nothing.

He wanted to see what Yuejia was up to.

Seeing that he remained silent, Yuejia lowered her eyes and asked, "Husband, do you still remember the scene of our wedding ceremony?"

Jiang Xiyu's gaze paused for a moment, then he smiled faintly and said, "Of course I remember."

"I can't quite remember," Yuejia said, seemingly saddened, her slender hand touching her temple, her posture graceful.

Jiang Xiyu certainly didn't believe he didn't remember, but she still went along with his wishes and comforted him, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember, after all, so much time has passed."

Yuejia leaned gently against him, her voice soft as she said, "But it would be a shame to forget such an important day."

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Xiyu with those eyes.

Her eyes, shrouded in mist, softened the eerie sharpness of her red pupils, making them incredibly endearing and irresistible.

He was just one step away from telling Jiang Xiyu directly that he wanted to see the scene of their wedding day again.

Jiang Xiyu chuckled inwardly, having experienced the so-called 'honey trap' firsthand.

His original intention was also to find out Yuejia's purpose in doing so. After a short while, Jiang Xiyu said with a half-smile, "If you want to see her, it is not difficult."

Yuejia's eyes flashed, and she asked, "Really?"

Jiang Xiyu walked up behind Yuejia, took his wrist with one hand, and covered his eyes with the other, saying, "Of course."

The fragrance of roses filled the air.

Darkness descended upon Yuejia's eyes, but her other senses became incredibly sharp.

He could feel the breath of the person behind him on his neck, and he could also feel the warmth of the body seeping through his clothes and into his back.

His heart tightened suddenly for a moment.

Jiang Xiyu slowly closed her eyes.

The next moment, a purple rose array spread out from under their feet, and wherever the petals passed, the scene changed according to Jiang Xiyu's thoughts.

The wind blows and the flowers fall, until the last petal of the rose of Sharon falls.

Jiang Xiyu suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene before him had become exactly the same as what he had seen in the illusion. In fact, to recreate the scene, he had even conjured up the monsters that were acting as actors.

As soon as the music started, he released his hand from Yuejia's eyes.

Yuejia's eyes suddenly turned even deeper red as they were illuminated by the red silk.

But behind him, Jiang Xiyu could only see Yue Jia's indifferent yet familiar profile.

Jiang Xiyu gazed at him intently for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to his ear and asked in a soft, teasing tone, "Is that so? My bride..."

The words carried a hint of a smile, flippant yet inexplicably tender.

Yuejia's mind went blank for a moment, and his mind wavered for only a moment. He only felt that the breath falling on his ear was very hot, and it seemed to burn his six senses as well.