After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain
Chapter 210

Boring? His peace is boring?!?

Mu Shichen was instantly overwhelmed with a nameless fury. He had no idea what was going on with this woman Xu Wei lately—first, she suddenly developed some inexplicable power, and then there was that so-called husband of hers too.

But no matter how strong she got, how strong could she possibly be? He was a god too! The only reason he hadn’t provoked them was because he wanted to maintain peace—not because he couldn’t win!

And now this woman had danced right up to his face, even daring to question the one thing he was most proud of—his principle of peace!!

Mu Shichen couldn’t take it anymore. Rage surged up. He spun around suddenly, mouth open to argue—only to have his eyes go wide in shock.

With a loud clang, the dagger dropped to the floor. Mu Shichen flushed as he reached for his neck.

At some point, a strand of black mist had wrapped around his throat, easily suspending him in midair.

“You!!” Mu Shichen’s eyes were practically spitting fire. “Xu Wei, what the h*ll are you doing?!”

Yu Li picked up the knife on the ground and smiled at him. “Mu Shichen, your peace is just too dull. I have a new idea.”

Mu Shichen tugged at the black mist on his neck, veins bulging dark and purple as he gritted his teeth, blood pouring more fiercely from his eyes. “Xu Wei, you b*tch! Let me go!! You think I haven’t touched you because I’m scared of you?!!”

He suddenly let out an enraged roar and forcibly tore the black mist off his neck.

An A-rank instance monster really was stronger than those from lower-ranked instances.

Yu Li calmly watched him snap the black mist apart, still holding the knife by its handle.

Mu Shichen flung the black mist away and vanished instantly, reappearing the next second right in front of Yu Li. His hands clawed like talons, he lunged for her chest without hesitation.

“Tch.”

Yu Li narrowed her eyes, letting out a sound of annoyance, then stepped back slightly and drove the knife straight into his attacking palm.

“Ah—!!” The man shrieked in pain.

But then, his scream was suddenly caught in his throat. Terrified, he realized he couldn’t move a muscle. A pale, soft hand was gripping his throat like iron.

The woman looked mildly troubled, her tone reproachful. “Seriously, why can’t you let people finish what they’re saying? I really hate getting my hands dirty. You monsters have such a nasty smell.”

As she spoke, her fingers tightened slowly. Mu Shichen’s face contorted in fear. His mouth opened wide, making strangled “ah ah” noises.

Yu Li pulled the knife back and then smiled sweetly at Mu Shichen. “Listen to me. How about we change the rules a bit?”

Mu Shichen stared at her in horror, his eyes fixed on the knife tip, and all he could do was let out a helpless: “Ah ah ah. (Change what?)”

Yu Li understood what he meant, but just smiled without replying. She tilted her head and looked at the clock outside. It was 11:58.

Two minutes to go.

She glanced at Zhang Jialin, who was trembling on the floor, and said gently, “Come here.”

Zhang Jialin was shaking like a leaf. He tried to indicate he couldn’t move because he was tied up, but when he shifted a little, he realized—somehow—the rope had come loose.

He pulled the towel from his mouth, trembling as he shakily stood up from the ground. His legs were so weak they could barely hold him; every step took several seconds of wobbling.

Then came an impatient “Tch” from the woman.

“You’ve got ten seconds to get over here. Or suffer the consequences.”

Zhang Jialin: “!!”

He scrambled over to her, crawling and stumbling until he was at her feet, voice trembling. “…P-please, let me go.”

“Lift your head.”

The woman’s icy voice rang out. Zhang Jialin hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly looked up—only to find the knife tip right in front of his eyes. His pupils shrank, and he recoiled in fear.

But Yu Li said, “Take this knife, and kill Mu Shichen.”

Zhang Jialin froze. “…Me? You want me to kill him?”

“Yes.”

When she saw Bo Jingmo’s corpse, Yu Li had already figured out the way to complete this mission.

To break the peace rules without violating them—there was only one method: make them kill each other.

As long as someone else made the move, the peace rule would be broken.

Zhang Jialin’s hands shook as he took the knife. “B-but if I kill someone, I’ll die… that goes against peace…”

Midway through his sentence, his voice cut off. He suddenly remembered—the so-called God of Peace was currently being strangled by this woman.

Yu Li’s eyes curved. “You won’t die.”

She looked at the stunned and furious Mu Shichen, lips curling. “Mu Shichen, would you say killing a demon counts as maintaining peace?”

Mu Shichen let out a furious, garbled scream: “Ahgh ahgh aghh!! (Xu Wei, I’ll kill you!)”

Yu Li blinked. “Hmm? Did you say of course it counts as peace? That’s great!”

She beamed. “Looks like the previous God of Peace agrees with me.”

Under Mu Shichen’s venomous, furious glare, the woman smiled faintly and said softly:

“Don’t worry. I’ve already found someone to take your place.”

And with that, this instance would soon welcome a brand new peace principle.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side—after Rong Fan rushed into 602, he immediately saw Mu Chengsi lying on the ground.

Her face was bloodless, her whole body disheveled and weak. She had a gash on her forehead from being hit, and a stab wound to her abdomen was pouring blood nonstop.

And behind her, Xiao Zhi was carefully combing Mu Chengsi’s hair with a small comb, asking in a childish voice, “Mommy, you’re really pretty right now. Xiao Zhi is combing your hair~ okay, Mommy?”

But on closer inspection—that wasn’t a comb at all. The teeth were packed with tiny silver needles.

Each stroke came within millimeters of her scalp, and Mu Chengsi didn’t dare move a muscle. She clutched her wound, gritting her teeth to force a smile. “…I like it.”

This… this was horrifying.

It was supposed to start at midnight. Why had everything gone off the rails just after eleven?

The two daughters had suddenly come out of the room, laughing as they threw things around like they were possessed.

They threw objects at Mu Chengsi, and although she dodged several times, eventually a glass hit her head. The glass shattered on the floor, and she collapsed instantly, forehead slamming into the shards.

These two kids—just five or six years old—had terrifying strength. She felt her scalp being yanked painfully but didn’t dare fight back.

Were these really still her daughters?

She’d believe they were monsters.

When she saw Rong Fan enter, she forced herself to endure the pain and blinked hard at him, silently mouthing four words:

“Be careful behind.”

Rong Fan’s pupils contracted. He instinctively stepped back—only to feel something grab his pant leg.

He looked down. Xiao Yun was staring up at him quietly, his own reflection mirrored in her pitch-black pupils. Her pale little face even had a few traces of blood.

She held up the bloodied scissors in her hand, her smile innocent and pure.

“Are you my daddy?”

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