CHAPTER 346: WOULD KILLING YOU COUNT AS BREAKING THE RULES?

As if sensing its master's anger, the black mist coiled around the blade suddenly became unusually restless, writhing violently as if trying to drag the sword forward on its own.

Yu Jiao was startled, nearly losing her grip on the hilt.

She frowned, unsure why Black Moon had suddenly become so agitated, but still answered the man's earlier question first. "Fang Wenlin wasn't killed by Bo Jingmo. I was the one who killed him."

"11" voiced his suspicion: "You?"

Yu Jiao: "..."

Don't look down on people.

With an expressionless face, she raised the sword in her hand. "See this? I killed him with this very blade."

But suddenly, Black Moon forcefully broke free from its restraints.

Yu Jiao froze, failing to react in time as she watched the sword slip from her grasp and shoot forward like an unstoppable force, aiming straight for the man.

11 instinctively summoned vines to block, but they were sliced through by the razor-sharp blade in an instant.

"What!?"

Shocked, he quickly twisted his body to dodge, but it was already too late. A cold glint flashed through the air.

With a clatter, the mask split cleanly in two as the pieces fell slowly to the ground.

The man stared blankly at the shattered mask, raising a hand to touch his face before looking up in confusion.

His mask... was broken?

"You—"

Yu Jiao had meant to question him, but the words died in her throat when she saw the face identical to Bo Jingmo's. Her eyes widened in shock.

...Bo Jingmo!?

But she quickly dismissed the thought—this man couldn't possibly be Bo Jingmo.

Never mind that Black Moon had just attacked him on its own, and besides...

Bo Jingmo would never look at Yu Li that way.

Even Yu Jiao had noticed something was off, let alone all the viewers in the live stream.

[Holy shit, a fake Bo Jingmo.]

[No wonder he gave me such familiar yet strange vibes.]

[They look exactly alike, tsk tsk.]

[But there are differences. The real Bo Jingmo would never look at his girlfriend like that—his gaze is so cold. Even as an imposter, I feel bad for Yu Li.]

[When he first looked at Yu Li, she clearly froze. She probably recognized it wasn't him from the start.]

[Did no one notice Black Moon silently fuming in the background? LMAO, it just suddenly lashed out and slapped this imposter.]

[Feels like it's standing up for Yu Li. This Black Moon isn't nearly as scary as Bo Jingmo made it out to be.]

[First-timer seeing Black Moon? When it goes on a killing spree, it's absolutely ruthless—slaughtering anyone in its path.]

[Maybe Bo Jingmo gave it orders to protect Yu Li.]

Seeing its first strike fail, Black Moon raised the blade to attack again, but then a woman's calm voice sounded from behind.

"Come back."

In front of everyone, the previously ferocious Black Moon immediately obeyed, drifting back to her side like an obedient pet. It even extended a wisp of black mist to gently curl around Yu Li's fingers, looking as docile as could be—with an oddly shy vibe to boot.

Yu Jiao: ?

Viewers: ?

Seriously?

[I thought Black Moon hated being touched by strangers?]

[I remember Limu's Black Moon was the same—only clinging to Limu and attacking anyone else who got close.]

[If you put it that way... I'm starting to form a bold theory.]

[Is Black Moon just like its master? A reflection of its owner?]

[This is hilarious. Maybe Black Moon is shallow too, only cozying up to pretty faces.]

Yu Jiao was even more stunned. Bo Jingmo's warnings echoed in her ears, but what was this situation now?

This obedient black fluff... was Black Moon?

Her shocked expression faltered as something occurred to her. Her eyes darkened, lips pressing into a thin line as she stared intently at Yu Li.

Yu Li bent down to pick up the fallen sword, her gaze fixed on the face identical to Bo Jingmo's as she slowly stepped forward.

Seeing her approach, 11 instinctively retreated, brows furrowing. "What are you doing!?"

The woman merely glanced at the white mask on the ground before lifting her foot and crushing it without hesitation.

*Crack—* The mask shattered completely.

11 immediately roared in anger, "Hey, you—!!"

But in the next second, a cold glint flashed. With a sharp *shing*, the blade sliced through the air, its tip pressing against his throat. The steel reflected a deadly gleam—like the gaze of death itself. One more inch, and it would pierce flesh.

Her expression was ice-cold, those fox-like eyes devoid of emotion as they locked onto the man's familiar gaze, growing even frostier. Her voice was cool but not harsh, like a mountain spring—clear and pure.

"Then let me ask you one final question. Answer me truthfully, and I'll willingly break the rules—giving you a chance to capture me."

Yu Jiao was the first to react in alarm. "Yu Li, what are you saying!?"

But the woman merely glanced at her, that casual look enough to freeze Yu Jiao in place.

Her lips trembled briefly before she fell silent.

Yu Li... was genuinely furious.

11 was equally stunned, instinctively distrusting such an offer. But then he reconsidered—fighting her would be troublesome anyway. If she broke her word, he'd at least have grounds to condemn her.

So he shrank back slightly, tone grudging. "Ask."

Instead of speaking immediately, Yu Li adjusted the blade's angle until its tip pointed directly at the man's heart. Only then did she speak calmly:

"Is the heart in your chest... Bo Jingmo's?"

The moment the words left her lips, 11 felt his heart give a violent thud.

His breath hitched, face paling as he stumbled back.

"N-no... I don't know what you're talking about. Heart? I don't have one."

He was just a creation—he couldn't possibly possess a heart.

11 looked utterly bewildered, but the woman's icy voice cut through his confusion.

"Don't know? That's not an answer. Then let me rephrase."

She tilted her head slightly, expression blank as she spoke slowly:

"Would killing you... count as breaking the rules?"

The man was dumbfounded. "Wh-what?"

Before he could finish, a wet *shunk* pierced the air. He grunted, eyes widening in disbelief as he looked down—the blade had effortlessly sliced through fabric and flesh alike, thick dark green blood sliding down the steel before dripping to the ground.

Yu Li's face showed no emotion—if anything, it was terrifyingly cold. Her lashes lowered, pale fingers tightening around the hilt as she mercilessly drove the blade deeper into the man's abdomen.

A faint sigh seemed to linger in the air.

"I really... hate seeing you with that face."