When Mu Xiaomeng heard Ye Ming's words, she immediately couldn't hold back, she was a person who was not good at hiding her thoughts, not to mention, Ye Ming's words hit the key point of her fear.

Are you a member of the Mu family?

She thought about what her adoptive parents said, she wasn't, she was just the lucky one who had taken a fortune and soared out of the mud in their mouths, her face was tense, with a little panic, and as if to hide the uneasiness in her heart, she shouted at Ye Ming.

"What do you mean? How can I not be from the Mu family, but you have been targeting me!"

In this way, it seems to be able to hide the anxiety in my heart.

Ye Ming looked at Mu Xiaomeng's face, and just wanted to laugh, but she was so excited when she said it casually, which shows how much she cares about what she says she doesn't care about on the surface.

"Okay, Xiaomeng, you shut up for me. Mu Fan's voice this time was not as patient and persuasive as in the past, and he unconsciously had a bit of the tone of training recruits in the military region, with coercion.

"I ......" Mu Xiaomeng listened to Mu Fan's voice, so she had to reluctantly shut up, she looked at the heavy snow outside, in such weather, Yan Bai was afraid that she was going to die outside.

At this time, Ji Baimo came out of his room, already wearing thick clothes, and brought some things that might be used, and the local old Tibetans also came, he looked at Ji Baimo disapprovingly, and opened his mouth to persuade.

"This gentleman, I have lived here for many years, this kind of weather, it is late at night, we really don't dare to go inside, we will lose our lives, in this case, even we will lose our way inside, why do you ......" His meaning is obvious, only when the situation is better, otherwise his safety will not be guaranteed, but if this is the case, Yan Bai is afraid that there will be danger inside.

"It doesn't matter. Ji Baimo didn't even frown, let alone think about it, just opened his mouth so lightly, put the thing on his back, and walked in front of this Tibetan, the peach blossom eyes that had lost his glasses were not as gentle and elegant as before, some were just sharp and unconcealable, his red lips moved up and down, and continued to speak.

"All you have to do is show me the way and draw a rough map. ”

"This ......" The old Tibetan looked at Ji Baimo in front of him, his face was full of doubts, he really didn't understand, why did this man hear him say this, or insisted on going over, even if he didn't say it, a clear-eyed person should know when he saw such weather, it was not suitable to go out at all, right?

Ji Baimo stopped talking, his eyes fell on the dark night outside, his amber eyes were dark, as if he was immersed in some memories, the two thin lips were almost pursed into a line, it was also like this weather six years ago, wind and snow, cold, very cold, he almost died in such a snowy night, and he really lost her.

It was his nightmare, a nightmare that he could never get rid of, and when he dreamed back at midnight, he wanted to ask if she had a heart.

Now, he has finally found it back, how can he lose it again.

Even if it is hatred, he wants her to die in his hands, so that she has nowhere to escape.

This is probably Ji Baimo's rare contradictory emotions.