After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 95: You Really Broke Him

Zhao Xu stared at the figure in front of him, his heart pounding wildly, his throat dry. He was just about to turn to Yu Li for help.

But as soon as he turned his head, his hair was yanked back hard. A cold, sharp touch pressed against his neck. A stabbing pain surged, and warm, sticky blood instantly spilled out…

A man’s voice rang beside his ear, like a devil from hell, cold and dangerous: “Zhao Xu.”

Zhao Xu wanted to scream, wanted to resist, but his body just wouldn’t move. His legs trembled faintly, tears of fear welled up in his eyes.

He was a strong, grown man, and yet here he was—scared out of his mind.

Because the man behind him felt truly terrifying, even more frightening than that female ghost.

As he felt his strength slowly slipping away, Zhao Xu gritted his teeth and cried out in desperation:

“No… Banxue…” Help me.

As the roof tile slowly pierced deeper, Bo Jingmo’s face remained completely emotionless. His pitch-black pupils were filled with indifference, as if the only thing left in him was the urge to kill.

But when he heard that name, he let out a low laugh. A deeper gloom darkened his eyes, and with no mercy, he pressed harder. The tile sliced into the throat inch by inch, blood dripping down his wrist to the floor.

He kicked Zhao Xu in the knee. With a heavy thud, the man collapsed to his knees.

Expressionless, Bo Jingmo grabbed his hair and yanked his head back viciously, then stomped down hard on his shin. A crisp cracking sound came from the bone.

Zhao Xu let out a shrill, piercing scream. His head was forcibly tilted back at a terrifying angle.

Bo Jingmo looked down at the pain twisted on Zhao Xu’s face, and with a raised hand, began to slowly slice his face with the tile.

The sharp edge tore open skin. Zhao Xu’s pupils shrank, and he screamed in agony: “Ah!!!”

Stop… stop!!

But this was only part of the torment. The man’s gaze landed somewhere else, and a faint smirk curled his lips as he slowly spoke: “You still wanted to sleep with her?”

As if he guessed what Bo Jingmo was planning, Zhao Xu’s pupils trembled violently. His body began to shake all over.

No… no…

Bo Jingmo’s gaze shifted to the scissors on the table nearby. He reached out to pick them up.

A lazy female voice suddenly rang out:

“Bo Jingmo, what are you doing?”

The man froze instantly, suppressed emotions flickering in his eyes. He looked silently toward the woman.

He replied, “Killing someone.”

The woman leaned her head on her hand, elbow propped against the Buddha statue. Though her red wedding veil covered her face, the tilt of her head made it clear she was looking this way.

Yu Li toyed with the tassel on her veil, her tone playful: “It’s not good to just kill people so casually, you know.”

At her words, Bo Jingmo tilted his head slightly, like a robot stuck in slow motion. His handsome face was blank, his dark eyes lifeless.

He asked softly, “Why?”

Was it because that man was her “husband”?

Or was it because Zhao Xu was more important than him?

Whichever answer it was, he didn’t want to hear it.

So, for the first time, Bo Jingmo disobeyed Yu Li.

He didn’t wait for her reply. He lowered his gaze and picked up the scissors again. His eyes swept over Zhao Xu, just as calm and cold as always.

Right now, Bo Jingmo’s mind was terrifyingly clear.

He was even thinking carefully:

Should he stab him once and end it? Or slowly torture him?

Or maybe… just kill him quickly.

If he took too long, Yu Li might save Zhao Xu.

That thought flickered through his mind, and Bo Jingmo’s eyes filled with violent intent.

Without a shred of hesitation, the man raised the scissors and plunged them hard into Zhao Xu’s chest. The sharp blade pierced deep.

“Ah—!” Zhao Xu’s eyes burst with blood as he let out a desperate scream.

But then, the woman’s voice rang out again:

“Bo Jingmo, stop.”

Her voice now carried a trace of ice.

The man’s body stiffened instantly. His trembling gaze shattered like broken glass. The emotions he’d been suppressing finally snapped—completely collapsing into ruin.

He was the one doing the killing, and yet, his hand holding the scissors trembled in helpless fear.

She really was going to save Zhao Xu…

She didn’t like him anymore.

Bo Jingmo’s face went blank, lost. His heart felt hollow, drained of all support. All that remained was endless sorrow and a spasming pain, as if the scissors had stabbed not Zhao Xu’s heart—but his own.

Why… why…

Why did everything he did still end up being useless…? He had pushed Yu Li away with his own hands…

This was all his fault…

But now he didn’t want that anymore… If he’d known it was Yu Li… he would’ve never done this…

Why—he was the one who got deceived too. He was trying to fix things…

But Yu Li still didn’t like him.

That’s how it was in the real world, and even in the instance.

He’d ruined everything.

A sharp ache suddenly surged in his nose. Bo Jingmo’s eyes reddened with confusion and grief. His throat felt stuffed with cotton, too sore to speak. Slowly, as if resigning himself, he let go. The scissors slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

The crisp clatter rang straight through Yu Li’s heart.

Yu Li: “……” It’s over.

He really broke.

Zhao Xu collapsed on the ground, wracked with pain, but hearing Banxue’s voice saving him brought him overwhelming joy.

See? Banxue didn’t lie to him!!

But before that joy could last even a few seconds, he saw the woman walk off the platform and stride toward Bo Jingmo.

Honestly, seeing her little boyfriend about to cry, Yu Li panicked a little.

Her goal was already achieved—Bo Jingmo was awake now. He wasn’t hiding his thoughts anymore. He really had wanted to kill Zhao Xu.

But Zhao Xu was still useful. She needed him to uncover the secrets of this village, then finish the instance.

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What she forgot was—Bo Jingmo now had even less of a sense of security than before.

Walking quickly over, Yu Li stopped in front of him. She stared at him for several seconds, then gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips. Rising on her toes, she whispered: “Bo Jingmo.”

But the man’s eyes were still red, silently staring at her, not saying a word.

Yu Li: “……” Okay, he’s seriously hurt this time.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly lifted his wrist, guiding his hand to touch her red wedding veil. Her voice softened: “Help me take it off, okay?”

At that, the man finally responded a little. His gaze flickered, and after a long pause, he obediently grasped the fabric and slowly lifted the veil.

Beneath the veil, the first thing visible was the woman’s graceful swan neck, her pale skin, sharp chin, and lips red as cherries.

And finally, those fox-like eyes filled with seductive charm.

Bit by bit, her beautiful face was revealed to the air.

Zhao Xu hadn’t seen Yu Banxue in a long time either. When he saw Yu Li’s face, he froze, then was visibly struck by her beauty.

Banxue… was she always this pretty?

He couldn’t remember.

Maybe…?

Before Zhao Xu could react, the woman smiled sweetly at the man in front of her and leaned up to kiss him.

The man stiffened for a second, then lowered his head slightly without a word. The woman chuckled softly and kissed him again—this time on the lips.

She held his face and gently soothed him, fingertips brushing the corner of his eye: “What’s with you, hmm? I was just lying to him, wasn’t that what we agreed on? Look at you, taking it seriously and not even letting me finish.”

Zhao Xu was dumbfounded. His neck was still bleeding, and these two—a ghost and a girl—were just… making out??

Also—lying to him? Agreed on what??

Gritting his teeth, he managed to speak: “Yu Banxue… you…”

The woman turned at his voice, blinking her eyes and smiling: “Zhao Xu, weren’t you always asking what Bo Jingmo’s role was? Well, I’ll tell you now.”

With that, she wrapped her arm around the man’s neck, her body soft as jelly against his chest. She tilted her head and smiled sweetly at Zhao Xu:

“He—he’s my boyfriend.”