After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 59: Never Trust What a Villain Says

As soon as she said that, the chat comments exploded.

【It’s bait! Bait! Don’t fall for this evil woman’s trap!】

【Don’t untie her! She’s definitely up to something!!】

【But what if she really does know how to stop it?】

【Now that Wu Bianming’s life is tied to the students’, if he dies, don’t the students die too? Bo Jingmo clearly lost it again.】

【I can see it. He hasn’t killed in too long. Now that he started, he can’t stop.】

【Feels like déjà vu from the newbie dungeon—he killed the original boss and made himself the new one.】

【Honestly, for Qing Li, I think there’s no way out. No matter who wins, her ending won’t be good.】

【Same here. If Bo Jingmo wins, she’ll be killed by him. If Wu Bianming wins, that d*mn teacher won’t let her go either. Has she used up her protective charms?】

【Tough situation. She kinda has that “I’m screwed anyway so screw everything” vibe. No wonder she’s not scared of dying—she’s already given up.】

【She’s probably thinking: before I die, I’m taking everyone down with me. That woman’s truly vicious. (Nods firmly)】

【Got it. She wants to destroy the world with her. Nice. That’s real crazy.】

Gotta admit, Yu Li’s suggestion made Jiang Xi hesitate. She instinctively glanced toward Bo Jingmo by the door.

Right now, Bo Jingmo had the upper hand, and Hou Liang had finished collecting the photos. If she could handle Qing Li within a controllable range...

Before she could finish thinking, a lazy voice from the woman drifted over: “If you wait any longer, once Bo Jingmo kills Wu Bianming, it’ll be too late, you know.”

Jiang Xi’s hand froze. She looked up, resolve forming in her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she began to untie the rope while speaking:

“Qing Li, if you don’t—ah!”

She didn’t get to finish. The moment the rope came undone, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The next second, she was yanked forward violently—

“Mm!!”

A tearing sound echoed by her ear. She froze, then her eyes flew wide open. A muffled groan of pain escaped her throat, her gaze trembled, full of shock and betrayal.

Qing Li... she actually...

With a clack, the flashlight in her hand hit the ground. Under its dim light, she saw the woman somehow had the knife again.

The very knife that had killed Yu Haoye was now mercilessly buried in Jiang Xi’s stomach. The culprit? The woman before her who looked so gentle.

Blood poured out instantly, soaking her black coat, darkening the fabric.

Hou Liang’s furious, despairing scream came from not far away: “Jiang Xi!!! Qing Li, what the h*ll did you do?!!”

Jiang Xi’s face went pale in an instant. Her body curled up and collapsed, but she still looked up stubbornly, eyes locked onto the woman’s masked face.

She endured the searing pain and forced out a few words: “Why…”

Hearing that, the woman crouched down, her eyes curved in their usual gentle smile.

Her voice was still soft, slow, and graceful.

“Darling, that was the first thing I taught you.”

“Never. Trust. What. A villain says.”

With that, she gripped the knife handle and yanked it out with a smile. Warm blood splattered, staining her pale fingertips.

“Ah——!!!”

It was a second wave of pain. Jiang Xi trembled and screamed instantly.

Her face lost all color, lips turned pale, sweat rolled down her cheeks. She bit her lip hard, weak and pitiful.

But before she could cover the wound, her chin was lifted again. The next moment, the cold blade pressed against her neck. Yu Li’s soft laugh echoed by her ear.

“Hou Liang, take one more step and your little girlfriend dies.”

Hou Liang stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging at his temple, rage surging in his chest. He stared at Yu Li like he wanted to kill her.

D*mn Qing Li!! He knew she was rotten to the core!!

He roared, “Qing Li! Come at me instead!! Let Jiang Xi go!!”

“Come at you?” The woman let out a low chuckle, like she’d heard a joke.

Her gaze shifted to the doorway, locking eyes with a certain insane male ghost.

The moment Hou Liang called out Qing Li’s name, Bo Jingmo’s hand stopped. The black mist holding Wu Bianming’s throat suspended him in midair. Bo Jingmo turned to look over.

As their eyes met, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

His eyes were still blood-red, but when he locked eyes with her, his expression froze. His brows furrowed slightly, lips pressed tight.

No one noticed his fingertips twitch.

At the same time, the sticky blood on Yu Li’s hand began to move. It gathered and flowed down, dripping from her fingers, until her hand looked pale and clean again.

All of this happened in the dim classroom. With the tense situation, no one noticed this strange phenomenon.

Yu Li glanced at her own hand and couldn’t help but smile.

She was the first to break the silence, hiding her grin and speaking with mocking disdain: “Bo Jingmo, weren’t you trying to protect them?”

She tilted her head and pressed the blade deeper into Jiang Xi’s neck—fresh blood immediately seeped out.

“You let Wu Bianming go, and I’ll let her go. How about that?”

Seeing this, Hou Liang’s eyes reddened. He instinctively took a step forward: “Xi Xi!!”

Yu Li’s gaze sharpened, voice suddenly cold and firm: “Hou Liang! I said not another step!”

At the same time, she pressed harder. More blood oozed out.

Jiang Xi winced, her brow scrunching tightly as she groaned in pain: “Ah…”

“I’ll back off! Just don’t use the knife!” Hou Liang’s pupils shrank as he quickly stepped back.

But then he heard Yu Li again: “Also, throw me the photos you just collected.”

His face froze in shock. He reflexively wanted to refuse: “What?! No…”

But seeing Jiang Xi growing weaker, he gritted his teeth and snapped, “Fine!! Just let Xi Xi go!!”

Yu Li didn’t respond right away. Instead, she slowly turned to Bo Jingmo: “And you, Bo Jingmo?”

Within the black mist, the madness in the man’s eyes gradually faded. The killing intent in his gaze was pushed deep down. He stood there, silent, staring at the woman.

A few seconds passed before his hoarse voice finally broke the tension:

“Fine. I agree.”

He wasn’t agreeing to Qing Li—he was obeying his girlfriend.

This was Lili’s warning to him—he wasn’t allowed to kill Wu Bianming.

The black mist withdrew from Wu Bianming’s throat. He fell to the ground, then scrambled up in a panic, still wincing from the pain, but his eyes were filled with venom as he clenched something tightly in his hand.

Bo Jingmo… you’re dead.

Meanwhile, Yu Li had gotten the photos of the students.

Jiang Xi watched her pick them up, her brows furrowing deeply.

Her forehead was drenched in cold sweat, but she still let out a cold laugh and forced herself to speak: “Qing Li, teaming up with Wu Bianming is pointless. Even if you kill us, he won’t spare you either.”

Unexpectedly, Yu Li just raised an eyebrow and laughed. “I know. So what?”

“Either way, don’t think any of you are getting out of this unscathed.”

A trace of confusion flickered across Jiang Xi’s face. Before she could make sense of what Qing Li meant, she was suddenly shoved aside.

Right after, someone caught her steadily. Above her head came Hou Liang’s anxious voice.

“Xi Xi! Are you okay?!”

Jiang Xi clutched her stomach and gave a small shake of her head to show she was fine.

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She looked up at the woman walking away and gritted her teeth. “Hou Liang, don’t worry about me—go catch Qing Li! It’s not safe for her to have the photos!”

Hou Liang hesitated for just a second, then quickly replied, “Got it!”

With that, he ran toward Yu Li, but the woman casually glanced his way, her tone playful:

“Wu Bianming, your student’s about to steal your photos.”

The next second, a burst of black mist shot in from outside, lightning fast—no one had time to react.

It had been aiming straight for Hou Liang’s heart, but thankfully Bo Jingmo acted in time to intercept it.

The black mist veered off course, but it still pierced through Hou Liang’s thigh.

“Ah!!”

Pain hit instantly. Hou Liang screamed and dropped to his knees, blood gushing from his leg as he clutched the wound, grimacing.

Yu Li held the photos in one hand, the other tucked lazily in her pocket. She looked at the injured Hou Liang and raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly: “You two lovebirds really like getting hurt together, huh.”

With that, she strolled unhurriedly toward the window, leaned against the frame, and looked at Bo Jingmo and Wu Bianming.

Both ghosts turned their eyes to her. Wu Bianming had already gotten to his feet. His face was grim as he said, “Qing Li, give the photos back.”

They were only safe in his hands.

But Yu Li just blinked at him and said, “Give them back?”

With everyone watching, she raised her index finger and wagged it side to side, slowly drawing out her reply:

“No—way.”

Wu Bianming: “???”

Qing Li, you f*%#@*#￥&!