After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 96: I… Regret It Now

Since entering the book, Yu Li had gone through three instances.

The first time, she tricked Bo Jingmo and the audience, saying Bo Jingmo was her husband.

The second time, she tricked Jiang Xi and the others, saying Bo Jingmo was her boyfriend.

The third time, she could finally declare Bo Jingmo was her boyfriend—this time, to comfort her little boyfriend.

Even Yu Li herself found it pretty funny.

But the problem now was this sudden boyfriend storyline.

Tricking the audience again? Well, Yu Li was used to that.

It wasn’t her first time doing it.

Yu Li tapped her fingertip lightly, and the box on the ground floated up instantly, opening on its own to reveal the contents inside.

As shock filled the man’s face, she gave a soft laugh: “Zhao Xu, do you know why I helped you in front of everyone?”

She leaned into Bo Jingmo’s arms, beaming brightly: “Because it was all a show my boyfriend and I put on.”

Zhao Xu’s pupils shook: “A show?”

“That’s right.” Yu Li smiled in reply. With a flick of her fingertip, that lock of hair burst into flames in the candlelight and turned to ash.

“Zhao Xu, you really are easy to fool.”

She tilted her head, cheerfully explaining, “Otherwise, how else would we have known Old Wei hid something here?”

Zhao Xu instantly realized something. Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes locked viciously on the one human and one ghost before him, teeth grinding so hard they almost shattered, blood continuing to pour from the wound on his neck.

At that moment, he looked more like a vengeful ghost.

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He shrieked, “You two actually teamed up to trick me!!!”

One pretended to be caught, the other lured the tiger from the mountain.

All this, just for that wooden box.

He was the one who’d personally helped the ghost lift the seal!!

Yu Li laughed aloud: “Trick?”

She patted the man’s arm wrapped around her waist, then turned and leaned in to whisper in his ear: “I’m going to send him off for good. Be good and wait here for me.”

The man looked up at her, his eyes still tinged red, staring at her for several seconds.

He asked, “Why won’t you let me do it?”

Killing someone like Zhao Xu would only dirty her hands.

Yu Li smiled with her eyes, cupping his face as she spoke gently: “Because this is Yu Banxue’s wish.”

She moved out of every audience’s view, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him softly—so quiet that only the two of them could hear.

“And I’m not Yu Banxue.”

Bo Jingmo froze at her words, then instantly understood what she meant.

Yu Banxue was Yu Banxue. She was herself.

They were never the same person.

No matter how Zhao Xu provoked or insisted he was Yu Banxue’s husband, the fact remained—she was just Yu Banxue, a NPC who only existed in the plot.

But Yu Li was different from them.

Whether Yu Li was Filia or Qing Li, no matter how her appearance changed, her soul and his would always be drawn to each other.

A shadow passed over Bo Jingmo’s eyes. He slowly let go, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he said hoarsely, “Okay.”

Yu Li gave him a smile, then turned and walked slowly toward Zhao Xu.

Behind her, a faint black shadow quietly merged into her body.

What Yu Li didn’t tell Bo Jingmo was—since this was Yu Banxue’s wish, then it should be fulfilled by Yu Banxue herself.

And in exchange—Yu Banxue’s soul would forever be hers to use.

When she opened her eyes again, the look in the woman’s eyes had completely changed. The lazy playfulness was gone, replaced by endless hatred.

Bo Jingmo watched the back of “Yu Li,” his gaze faltering before silently shifting away.

The woman stopped in front of Zhao Xu, then bent down and picked up the scissors from the ground.

Zhao Xu’s eyes were bloodshot. He struggled to look up at her, voice filled with undisguised venom: “Yu Banxue! You btch! I treated you so well! Dmn it, if I’d known, I would’ve just f***ed you on our wedding night!!”

He finally exposed the filthy thoughts buried in his heart.

Yu Banxue looked at that face, her eyes burning with hatred. She raised the scissors and plunged them into his abdomen.

“Ah—!!” Zhao Xu let out a wretched scream.

By his ear, the woman’s voice was bone-chilling: “Zhao Xu, when you say you were good to me, do you mean when you had them kidnap me to this village, separated me from my family, and made sure they could never find me?”

—The scissors pushed a few centimeters deeper.

“Or when you forced me to marry you, then starved me to make me submit?”

—The scissors plunged in without mercy.

“Or when, to keep those beastly villagers alive, you offered me up as a sacrifice, burying me and the souls of all those suffering women at the bottom of the lake?”

A crazed blood-red hue filled Yu Banxue’s eyes as she stared down at Zhao Xu’s agonized face, her tone colder than ice:

“Zhao Xu, did you know? Every time I saw you bastards by the shore, I wished I could tear you all to pieces.”

She suddenly yanked the scissors out. Blood splattered across the ground, and Zhao Xu’s terrified reflection appeared on the cold blade.

“Zhao Xu, it’s really cold and dark down there at the bottom of the lake. You’ve probably never experienced it, have you?”

Yu Banxue raised the scissors high, a chilling smile spreading across her lips:

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get to.”

As the words fell, the sound of a blade slicing through veins followed.

Zhao Xu didn’t even have time to beg for his life. The scissors drove straight into his neck. Blood gushed instantly, pooling into a dark, spreading puddle that crept toward the hem of the woman’s skirt.

As Zhao Xu died, Yu Banxue let go. She lowered her eyes, staring at her pale, clean palms. After a long moment, she let out a mocking laugh.

This was better. Not even a drop of that filthy blood had touched her.

Yu Banxue closed her eyes and said softly, “Thank you.”

She never thought she’d live to kill her enemy with her own hands.

“The rest… I’ll leave to you.”

When Yu Li opened her eyes, the first thing she saw were Zhao Xu’s wide-open, dead eyes.

She patted her skirt and stood up, her gaze calm. At the same time, the system reminded her in her mind:

【Sis, the camera just cut to the other players. They probably noticed something. They’ll be back soon.】

Yu Li froze for a moment.

Now that Zhao Xu was dead, the players would be fully convinced that the female ghost was evil.

But that was fine—she didn’t want to cooperate with them anyway.

Now, while the cameras weren’t watching, she could sweet-talk someone a bit.

She walked to the doorway and sat back at the table, legs swinging as she crooked her finger at Bo Jingmo, the corner of her eyes twinkling flirtatiously.

“Bo Jingmo, come here.”

The man silently and obediently walked over to her. Yu Li looked at him, grabbed his wrist, and turned it over. The wound in his palm immediately came into view.

Yu Li wrapped her arms around his neck, gently touching the injury with her fingertips. Her voice was tender: “Does it hurt?”

Before he could answer, she leaned in to whisper in his ear: “Bo Jingmo, do you really want to die that badly?”

This man was so cautious. Afraid he might fail to die, he’d kept the roof tile gripped in his palm the whole time—ready to end his life at any moment.

Who would've thought, the tile ended up being used to kill Zhao Xu.

Bo Jingmo lowered his gaze: “You’ve been rejecting me.”

Yu Li refuted, “No, you rejected me.”

She tilted her head and spoke calmly: “Bo Jingmo, don’t forget. On the first day, you were the one who turned me down.”

At those words, the man froze instantly, speechless. Bitterness crept up his tongue, and his heart clenched tight.

It was true—he had rejected Yu Li’s partnership.

And so he lost her, with no way to make it up.

For the first time, Bo Jingmo wished he could turn back time—back to that night.

He slowly pulled her into his arms, head buried in the hollow of her neck. His hoarse voice trembled with bitter pleading:

“I… regret it now.”