After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 252: This Was Given to Me by My Girlfriend

After Yu Li left, only the three of them remained at the table.

Surprisingly, compared to the tense atmosphere when Yu Li was present, things now felt a bit more relaxed.

Someone even quietly let out a breath of relief.

Bo Jingmo kept his eyes lowered in silence, calmly scrolling through his phone with one hand.

Xin Hao lifted his teacup and took a sip, his peripheral vision never leaving the famous Young Master Bo.

The man sat quietly in place, straight nose bridge, delicate features, shadows cast under the light enhancing his refined and distant aura. His posture was upright yet leisurely, making him seem all the more noble and unapproachable.

Just from this look, he seemed quite different from the Bo Jingmo that Yu Jiao had described.

Thinking again of Yu Li’s identity, Xin Hao paused, then suddenly downed the rest of his tea in one go. Gritting his teeth, he spoke up:

“Bo Jingmo… how about we lay it all out and have an honest talk?”

The man looked up at that, lips parting slightly. “Talk about what?”

“About your identity as a player, of course.” Xin Hao went straight to the point. “You can sense that I’m a player too, right?”

“So what?”

“So…” Xin Hao suddenly got stuck.

Yeah, so what?

He quickly looked at Qi Cheng’an, who caught on immediately and followed up, “Bo Jingmo, do you know who we are?”

“I do.”

“Ha! I knew you didn’t—”

Qi Cheng’an froze mid-sentence. “You do?”

Bo Jingmo was still replying to messages on his phone and gave a soft “mm” without even looking up.

“You’re the organizers of X and Ice, right?”

His tone was casual and indifferent. “So, what do you want from me?”

“……”

Xin Hao’s mouth twitched. He finally realized something—this guy might not be as much of a clueless newbie as they’d thought.

But how could someone who just advanced to intermediate player level already know about these organizations?

His tone lost all pretense as he directly asked, “Besides our identities, what else do you know?”

Bo Jingmo’s tone was neither warm nor cold: “That depends on the attitude you’re bringing to this conversation.”

As he spoke, he suddenly chuckled. “But judging from now, the two of you don’t seem particularly welcoming.”

Xin Hao paused. “I wouldn’t say that. It’s more like… we don’t really know you.”

“Is that so?” Bo Jingmo smiled. “Then what are you trying to do here?”

“…Do you know Limu?” Xin Hao finally asked the real question.

They had no choice. Since deva didn’t invite Bo Jingmo, if they didn’t ask now, they might never hear the truth.

Bo Jingmo’s hand paused slightly. “Limu?”

Seeing his reaction, Xin Hao quickly waved it off, “Forget it if you don’t know. I was just asking casually…”

He hadn’t really expected anything—just covering all the bases.

But in the next second, Bo Jingmo’s casual voice rang out across the private room.

“What if I say I do?”

Xin Hao and Qi Cheng’an froze, blurting out together, “You do?”

He actually knew her!? How was that possible?

When Limu disappeared, Bo Jingmo was just a kid! And he’d only recently entered the dungeon—how could he possibly have any connection to her?

Feeling like they were being played, Xin Hao’s expression darkened. “Are you messing with us?”

The man curved his lips. “Messing with you? I’m honestly curious—what happens if I don’t know her? And what if I do?”

“……”

The difference is huge.

If Bo Jingmo really knew Limu, that meant his abilities were acknowledged—maybe even granted—by her personally.

That meant they couldn’t kill him.

But if he didn’t know her, then these abilities… were undoubtedly stolen. That would mean death, no question.

Thinking of that, Xin Hao sighed and exchanged a look with Qi Cheng’an. “Bo Jingmo, we’re not trying to oppose you. It’s just that your situation is… unique. Maybe you don’t realize it, but you’re in serious danger right now.”

Bo Jingmo toyed with his phone, his tone teasing: “I follow all the rules in the dungeon—why would I be in danger?”

“……”

The f*ck you mean, follow the rules?

The footage Yu Jiao showed them wasn’t anything like that.

“Your current skill—is it a mass of black mist?”

Xin Hao stared at him seriously. “That skill used to belong to Limu. Now you’re in the same dungeon as her, and you’re using her skill. Naturally, that’s attracting a lot of attention.”

Qi Cheng’an added from the side, “Everyone out there thinks you stole Limu’s skill. To be blunt, other groups are already rallying members to hunt you down across the entire dungeon. They think that if you die, Limu might come back.”

Xin Hao had been closely observing Bo Jingmo the whole time and realized he didn’t seem as ruthless or scary as the rumors claimed. For example, even now, after all they’d said, Bo Jingmo’s attitude remained calm.

So he unconsciously softened his tone. “Qi Cheng’an and I were both Limu’s teammates back then. If you really know her, and she gave you that skill voluntarily, then we’ll stand up and explain for you.”

Bo Jingmo raised a brow. “Explain?”

“Yeah.” Xin Hao nodded. “Their goal is to bring Limu back. If this is all just a misunderstanding, then talking it out solves everything.”

But if it wasn’t a misunderstanding…

Looking at the man’s indifferent expression, Xin Hao suddenly thought of that girl:

“You have a girlfriend, right? Have you thought about what happens if others find out about her? They might go after her. As long as Limu doesn’t come back, your days are numbered.”

At that, Bo Jingmo’s gaze darkened. His grip on the phone tightened.

His face turned cold as he stared at the black screen and said quietly, “I don’t know Limu.”

Those words brought visible disappointment to both Xin Hao and Qi Cheng’an’s faces.

“Then there’s nothing we can—”

“But my skill doesn’t come from Limu either.”

That one sentence interrupted them and caught them off guard.

Xin Hao instinctively said, “That’s impossible. We saw it in the video—it’s exactly like Limu’s—”

But before the word “skill” could even leave his mouth, his expression froze, pupils contracting.

A harsh screech rang out as a chair was scraped forcefully against the floor.

At the same time, Qi Cheng’an’s shocked voice erupted:

“…Holy sh*t!”

A surge of thick, ink-like black mist suddenly erupted from behind Bo Jingmo, writhing and spreading wildly through the private room like the jaws of some dark abyss.

The overhead lights were swallowed by the shadows, dimming the room. The elegant, cold young man sitting in the chair was now engulfed by black mist.

“I don’t know any Limu. These shadows have nothing to do with her.”

Bo Jingmo extended a hand and gently stroked the black mist with his fingertips. He curved his eyes into a smile, the gesture oddly gentle.

“Because—this was given to me by my girlfriend.”

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