The Male Protagonist and the Villain Are Both My Cubs

CHAPTER 175: RECONCILE

Everyone looked at Bai Moheng's eyes and became cold all over.

In there, there seems to be an extremely cold place of ice and snow. Once touched, it will be shattered, and the bones will not survive.

Everyone involuntarily took a step back, avoiding its edge.

Also, he said that the ice condensing sword was unsheathed, only to protect one person.

Who is this person... Could it be Ling Zixi...

Everyone was shocked that Bai Moheng, a person who used to be cold and indifferent, could have such a deeply affectionate side.

For him, against the whole righteous path, Fengjian is only for one person.

In any case, everyone had no time to think about it, because Bai Moheng's ice-cold sword had already struck with a thunderous force.

Although the Ningbingjian attacked several elders, the others were also under the pressure of the Ningbingjian.

The war began to ease, the elders retreated, and the situation of others began to reverse.

However, the number of people who are united by the right way is too many, five times that of Bai Moheng.

After a fierce melee, both sides suffered severe injuries.

Comprehension, with one enemy five, the five elders felt great pressure.

However, the elders are all people who have cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years.

No matter how smart you are, sometimes you can't match the accumulation of mediocrity.

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When Ling Zixi arrived, the place was already in a mess.

The cultivators of the right path have left, and the ground is full of blood, broken clothes, and broken weapons.

Many of Fang Hengdian and Tingyulou's subordinates were lying unconscious on the ground, and some were still crying because of the pain.

In a tragic mess, Bai Moheng knelt on one knee on the ground, holding Ningbing in one hand, the Ningbing sword was inserted on the ground, supporting Bai Moheng not to fall.

Ling Zixi clasped her hands tightly, her phoenix eyes showed a hint of anxiety, ran to Bai Moheng's side at the fastest speed, squatted down, and held Bai Moheng's arm.

"Moheng...Bai Moheng, how did you become like this?" Ling Zixi looked at Bai Moheng's frosty eyes, her heart was like falling into ice water a little bit.

Bai Moheng looked at Ling Zixi, his black left eye showed affection, while his icy right eye seemed to contain ice.

Then, Bai Moheng touched Ling Zixi's face without holding the sword.

Ling Zixi felt a cool touch on her face, Bai Moheng's hand had a cocoon formed by holding the sword for many years, slightly rough, but gentle.

Then, Bai Moheng lowered his head, approached Ling Zixi, and kissed Ling Zixi's lips.

Unlike the gentle touch, this kiss is very domineering, but it is irrefutable and a little rushed.