The Buddhist radiance and lightning illuminating the glacier faded, and the whole world returned to the dimness of a bright moon and sparse stars.
Linghu Qingmo and Zhao Ling watched from afar. Seeing that the bald donkey had been dealt with, they secretly breathed sighs of relief, but the towering blood baleful intent pouring from Xie Jinhuan still worried them.
Seeing his master slap the ringing-gold sand onto Xie Jinhuan, Linghu Qingmo followed Bu Yuehua closer. With the blood baleful qi so powerful and Xie Jinhuan's current condition unclear, she had not dared get too close and interfere either.
But what no one could have dreamed was that Xie Jinhuan, standing there as though serving a punishment, would suddenly turn around-whether he had succumbed to demonic possession or not-and seize her icy master, whose beauty eclipsed the entire Jianghu, in his arms, his left hand cupping a moon and his right clutching her lapels as he sealed those luscious red lips!
"Ah-!"
As though struck by lightning, Linghu Qingmo screamed in fright!
Once he recovered his senses, Linghu Qingmo's eyes filled with anxiety and flustered alarm, and he immediately tried to run over and hit this utterly lawless lecher!
Zhao Ling's eyes widened in shock too, filled with disbelief. Seeing her close friend instantly bristle, she hurriedly grabbed him.
"Don't, don't! He's gone mad. He can't tell friend from foe..."
"No..."
Linghu Qingmo stamped his feet anxiously. Held back and unable to run over, he could only scold in alarm.
"Xie Jinhuan, y-you... stop that mouth of yours! Master, get away from him..."
Nangong Ye was utterly stunned. Of course she wanted to get away, but the damned brat had her in an extraordinarily firm embrace, and his technique for pinning down her mounds had become exceedingly practiced through long