This is clearly a question, but Bai's determination is so obvious.

He watched as the Tibetan teenager struggled to restrain his mood swings, and his silence was so indifferent, as if he had not been affected by these sharp analyses. However, the cold moonlight is like a magnifying glass, coating the earth with a cold white light, and at the same time, it also illuminates many obscure things, and endlessly reveals the hidden emotions of human beings.

Shiro could only see a hazy back, but it was enough to guess something.

For example, Tsering Gesang's rebuttal to his lips was swallowed stiffly, leaving only the corners of his lips to tremble fleetingly. He must have wondered why these things had been known to unrelated people, for what purpose this person was investigating, and how he should deal with such a situation.

For example, although it was only the back, Tsering Gesang's emotions leaked out because of the bones that seemed to turn white on his fingertips because he clenched so hard suddenly. In the end, it is clearly a conditioned reflex of a stress response after being touched into a forbidden area, a knee-jerk action that cannot be controlled, and a panic and uneasiness outside of reason. Even though Tsering Gesang has a good ability to adjust, he quickly adjusted his mood on the next breath, and forced a little to hide his fragile calmness, but those weaknesses that he didn't want to be exposed were still captured by Bai quite keenly.

After all, everyone in the world has weaknesses, but everyone's weaknesses are different, and their psychological quality is also high and low. No one is indestructible, the most basic weakness is money and power, and the more advanced floating world is famous, and the seemingly high person may be struggling to keep his reputation, and the weak and self-contained person may also be an amorous species, and he is floating in the world of human feelings.

Bai saw these things quite thoroughly, and always remained sober.

If it weren't for such a trait, he wouldn't have chosen each other with Xia Mian and become a big move in the revenge plan of the little princess of Loulan. The resurrection of the flower soul is contrary to the way of heaven, just like this alliance full of sin, accompanied by twisted love, like a flower nourished in the mire, blooming with a fleeting beauty maintained by the power of life.

Xia Mian couldn't last too long with the power of the flower soul, and Bai didn't want to wait too long.

Fortunately, Bai Yicong and He Manzhou have come to Xizang and found out the mystery that has been buried for thousands of years, and the "goddess's battle clothes" are scattered all over the place and are about to be collected, and all the plans are only the last link, and this endless story is about to settle.

All this will soon come to an end.

........

In the endless night, Shiro stood next to the dilapidated Volkswagen.

His expression was covered by a drooping black hood, and the silver mask concealed many emotions, such as his aloof-minded insight, and unobtrusive but intertwined temptation.

How to get a person to fall into disadvantage?

The answer is simple, it is nothing more than heart-wrenching.

Just peel back the cocoon to find that person's weakness, and then casually use the most insipid words to tell the truth that he has concealed little by little, and make public all the things that that person refuses to admit and dare not face. Spread out those sharp questions that he didn't know how to deal with and force him to come up with an answer. Then, the so-called confrontation no longer stops between the arranger and the trapped by the situation, but forces the person being questioned to face his own heart, and allows him to dissect the cruelty of the cover with his own hands, until he faces the final collapse.

In life, how many people can have a clear conscience?

Bai sees these things especially thoroughly, he overlooks the history of thousands of years before embarking on such a road of no return, every step is a desperate gamble, if you can't usher in the final success, in the end there is only a dead end. For the last half of his life, he was hung by evil magic that violated the way of heaven, and all the opportunities were like stolen time, and this life was snatched back from hell, even if an ordinary Tibetan teenager was deeply involved in the world, how could he be his opponent.

Therefore, all the cover-ups of Tsering Gesang quickly and completely collapsed when the end of the sentence after Bai fell.

"It would be more accurate to describe it in terms of one-sided affection and covetousness, right, Tsering Gesang?"

The cold night wind swept through the barren weeds on the roadside, the shadows of the trees swayed wildly, and the shadows on the ground looked a little hideous. The moonlight reflected the raised mud and sand, and the dull yellow carried the sand in the wind, and the vision looked hazy when looking into the distance.

The white voice was as clear as the wind through the wind, and it almost smashed Tsering Gesang to the point of fainting.

So, the young man's steps that were originally moving forward stopped.

The brief confrontation took place in silence, and Tsering Gesang remained silent, except to suddenly turn his head and look straight at Bai, as if trying to capture his true attitude from any detail that might have been overlooked. At that moment, the young man's gaze could be called vicious, like a beast that had been hit by a shotgun.

"What did you say?"

"What am I talking about, don't you know better than anyone else?"

The corners of Bai's lips raised slightly, and he gradually slowed down his tone, as if he was trying to think about something with analysis, and as he looked at Tsering Gesang, he showed a bit of sincere surprise.

"I've always been curious, why did you refuse when she entrusted the last ray of life to you?"

"You are talking nonsense, she did not ask me for help. ”

This sentence was almost squeezed out of between his teeth by Tsering Gesang, and his answer was too fast and too urgent, and it was precisely because of this kind of unthinking that he was more like he was trying to refute something, so that his voice trembled a little.

At that moment, Tsering Gesang himself was a little confused.

He didn't know what the sudden nervousness was, just as he didn't know if he was answering Bai Gang's question, or if he was simply looking for some excuse to convince himself to make those questions that were suddenly pointed out no longer so absolute.

"Yang Jin never asked me for help, and I never refused her. ”

"Didn't you ask for help?"

Hearing this, Bai laughed casually, his long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly like a big cat staring directly at its prey, with full aggression, but with enough patience to seem slow and methodical.

Just like the gaze that came through the gap in the silver mask, through the coldness of the moonlight, there was only no emotionless scrutiny and condescending mockery left in Tsering Gesang's eyes.

Probably because he was so determined, he didn't even mind making more detours, such as analyzing the problem for the Tibetan teenager in a good voice, peeling back the layers of obstacles that he subjectively added to the story, until finally seeing through his own heart completely.

"Yang Jin....... It turns out that you call her that, this name is really nice, and only you can call her that, which is an exclusive title between you, isn't it? Tibetan Miaoyin Heavenly Maiden, the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan, it seems that you really like her. ”

"It's just a name, does it mean anything?"

Tsering Gesang sneered, and with the trembling corners of his lips, a small section of cigarette ash shook down.

"Have you ever traveled to Tibet before, if you know a little bit about us, you should know that this is just a very ordinary name. Let me explain it to you, the local stall vendors, tour guide shopkeepers, and even ordinary passers-by, there will be one of the ten women named Yang Jin - to put it bluntly, this is the same as Zhang Chun and Guilan of your Han nationality, one of the most popular names, why do you think this is very unique?"

"It's never the name itself that's unique, it's the position behind it. Bai Yi shrugged his shoulders and said unhurriedly, "The name is just a code name, but if the name is unique in your mind, when you are willing to give this uniqueness to another person, it is enough to say a lot, isn't it?"

"What?"

Tsering Gesang's gaze suddenly sharpened, and what he met was the man's indifferent smile.

"Tsering Gesang, what does Yangjin represent in your heart, do you want me to analyze it?"

The response was the boy's sudden silence, and the drooping eyelashes covered the emotions under his eyes, but those tumbling memories did not let him go, and the nightmare that had repeatedly haunted him in the past few days struck again.

Yang Jin is translated in Tibetan as the Heavenly Maiden of Miaoyin, which is also the name of the god in the legend of the Snow Maiden in Tibetan areas.

Tsering Gesang could not explain why he believed in the legend of the Snow Maiden, just as after hearing about the legend of the Snow Maiden, he stubbornly believed that only extremely beautiful and extremely pure girls deserved the name. This strange stubbornness lasted for an unknown number of years, until later, Tsering Gesang gave this title to the girl who was as pure as snow, and once called the girl whom he regarded as a treasure and worshiped as a god.

Yang Jin .......

At that time, he tossed all the tenderness between his lips and teeth, and called her carefully every word-Yang Jin.

In fact, the girl never told Tsering Gesang her real name.

It's reasonable to think about it, even if they used to know each other so well, but even when they were closest, it seemed to block layer after layer of unbreakable fog. What's more, the encounter in the snowy mountain was completely accidental, it was just the beginning of the story by chance, and no one had to directly explain it to anyone.

But how can fate be explained according to common sense?

So when the girl looked at Tsering Gesang with a smile and asked him how he wanted to call himself, Tsering Gesang called out the word "Yangjin" without thinking about it. Seeing that the smile in the girl's eyes was even stronger, as if reflecting the heavy snow all over the mountains, she was as beautiful as a heavenly person, and Yang Jin was also the heavenly daughter in Tsering Gesang's mind.

It wasn't until a long time later, when Tsering Gesang gradually became acquainted with Yang Jin, and then talked about the past when they first met, that he knew that the escape that day was mutual. When he couldn't bear to leave the home full of depression, regardless of his life, he wanted to go to the snow-capped mountains to find the gods, Yang Jin was also trying his best to escape the shackles left by the gods, and the next day was the sacrifice of the Wu clan, but the holy woman who accepted the worship secretly left the tribe of the Wu tribe on the eve of the sacrifice, wanting to get out of the strange circle that had already been doomed.

To put it bluntly, both of them were the same helplessness and the same persistence at that time.

But he was pushed by fate and had to move forward.