Xuehu stretched out his hand on Yang Zimei's head and touched it lovingly.
Yang Zimei's frightening and violent expression gradually disappeared, and she returned to the girl who looked calm and carefree.
Zhuge Yue's anxious heart relaxed slightly.
Only then did he notice the snow lake.
Xuehu changed his appearance and turned into a man with an ordinary appearance. In addition, he restrained his aura, so he had no sense of existence and was easily ignored by others.
Although he had been with Yang Zimei just now, Zhuge Yue still ignored him, thinking that he was just a follower of Yang Zimei.
Now, seeing that he just reached out and touched Yang Zimei's head, she regained her composure.
And his eyes are like a tranquil lake, seemingly calm and tolerant of everything, but also bottomless, making it impossible to guess what he is thinking.
"Yang Zimei, who is he?"
Zhuge Yue couldn't help but ask Yang Zimei.
"Snow Lake, my good friend."
Yang Zimei explained.
"good friend?"
Zhuge Yue nodded, "Don't let that stingy Long Zhutian know about it. If he knows, he will definitely cause trouble, hehe."
Yang Zimei pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him.
"Mr. Xuehu, where are you from?"
Zhuge Yue asked, looking at the snowy lake.
Xuehu didn't answer him.
Except for Yang Zimei, Xue Hu didn't want to have anything to do with anyone.
Although Zhuge Yue is Yang Zimei's friend, he has no obligation to answer Zhuge Yue's words.
Seeing Xue Hu silently not answering him, Zhuge Yue didn't want to bring trouble to himself anymore, so he stopped asking questions and watched quietly.
The more he looked at Xuehu, the more he felt that there was something very different from others hidden under his plain face.
Of course, he wasn't too surprised.
Anyway, he discovered that the people around Yang Zimei were all non-human freaks.
After Yang Zimei's resentment disappeared, his thinking returned to normal, and he asked Zhuge Yue, "Is the Feng Shui master who made this place uninhabitable that day really Meng Tianxiao? Who was he closest to at that time?"
"Sister, I was only a few years old at that time. How could I know this? However, I still heard that he and the head of state at that time had a close relationship, and because of this, he was secretly regarded as the national advisor."
Zhuge Yue smiled bitterly.
"The head of state at that time was not Jiang Ziliang's grandfather, right?"
Yang Zimei asked.
"Of course not. Marshal Jiang's grandfather only took office a few years ago, and the head of state at that time was Wang Zeyuan."
Zhuge Yue smiled and said, "I thought you, the master, knew everything, but it turns out that you still don't understand government affairs."
"I have no interest in government affairs."
Yang Zimei frowned and answered.
"Also, generally speaking, girls don't like dirty things like politics, and I don't like it either."
Zhuge Yue nodded and answered.
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded.
She really doesn't have much interest in politics, but she is now interested in former head of state Wang Zeyuan, who is related to Meng Tianxiao.
As the saying goes, love a house and a bird.
Then, the house of hatred will also be ruined.
She hated Meng Tianxiao, so she also hated the former head of state Wang Zeyuan, whom she had never met but who had a high status in the hearts of the Chinese people and was even worshiped as a heroic myth.
"Where is Wang Zeyuan now?"
Out of disgust, Yang Zimei called Wang Zeyuan by his first name without adding any honorific.