Offering Salted Fish To Master

After Sima Jiao left the pool and returned to Baili Mountain’s residence, he didn’t deliberately deal with the moisture on his body, but as he walked, the moisture evaporated naturally, as if there was some flame burning on his body.

His face was gloomy, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were bloodshot. Baili Mountain, where many spirit beasts originally lived, fell into a dead silence at this time. Any living creature with spirituality could feel some kind of oppression, and subconsciously kept quiet. The white deer in the mountain fell on the ground and shivered. The white crane flying above the cloud peak fell into the pine forest and didn’t dare to fly again. They only looked at the palace in the center of Baili Mountain.

Inside the hall, Sima Jiao’s pale palm touched the entire jade-paved ground in the hall, and instantly crimson flames gushed from his palm and spread to the surroundings. Almost instantly, the hard jade began to melt as if ice met fire, but in a moment, a large pool was dissolved in the center of the jade. Sima Jiao stood by the pool, stretched out his five fingers and grabbed air out of the window. The white mist on the Baili Mountain surged and poured back into the empty pool. When the white mist gathered in the pool, it became cold and chilly pool water.

Sima Jiao, wearing that suit, stepped into the cold water and buried himself under.

Liao Tingyan, who was bathing in the open-air flower pond, stopped singing as she felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to rise. Even the white mist on the water surface was much less than before. There was a kind of stagnant silence in the air, and the spirit flower beside her didn’t move as the air had no wind, and many petals fell on the water.

She rubbed her face and continued to take a bath and sing. After taking a bath, she went back to the room to sleep. To be honest, Baili Mountain was much more comfortable than the central tower. The various furnishings in the room were very beautiful, and the bed was especially comfortable. She just had a bit of opinion on the rose-red bed curtain. She laid down on the oversized bed with flower clusters like clouds, and then pulled down the exquisite rose curtain.

Liao Tingyan thought that Brother black snake should be full at night and wouldn’t come over for supper in the middle of the night, so she closed the doors and windows. Who knew that she was woken up in a daze at night, not by the black snake, but by cold. It seemed that someone had blown the air outlet of the refrigeration and air conditioner towards her head, awakening her.

It was raining outside. The windows were wide open, the door was open, and a man was lying beside her. Liao Tingyan didn’t scream, and almost bit her tongue, because she felt it. This was the boss, Sima Jiao.

She didn’t know when the ancestor came over, and just laid on her bed. Although he didn’t take off his clothes, Liao Tingyan wondered if he had any thoughts about her. He ran to her bed in the middle of the night to lie down, maybe he wanted to sleep with her! She held her breath in the dark to look at the person lying next to her. Feeling the chilly breath of him, she thought that he was like frozen pork that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, or like a dead person. 

She felt strange.

After hesitating for a while, she quietly reached out and touched the ancestor’s hand. It was cold, and the ancestor didn’t respond. She touched it again, but he still didn’t respond. Liao Tingyan’s scalp was cold, she half-sat up and carefully observed Sima Jiao next to her. He closed his eyes, his cheeks were lifelessly pale in the dark, and she couldn’t hear his breath.

Could he be dead? Liao Tingyan jumped by this thought, but immediately felt that it was impossible. She hesitated to press her hand on his chest.

Although it was very slow, there was a heartbeat. Fortunately, he wasn’t dead. Liao Tingyan relaxed, laid back, picked up the quilt on the side and continued to close her eyes to prepare to sleep.

When she was about to fall asleep, Sima Jiao, who was like a dead man, asked, “Are you going to sleep just like that?”

Liao Tingyan woke up with a spirit, cleared her throat, and replied hesitantly, “Shizu… also needs the quilt?”

Sima Jiao: “…”

He didn’t answer. The woman next to him pulled up the quilt, covered him, and waited to see if he gave any other reactions. After finding that he hadn’t spoken, she was all right and was ready to sleep on her own.

Sima Jiao didn’t quite understand. No one in Gengchen Xianfu wasn’t afraid of him. Look at the respected master Qian, who was mostly wary of him, and there were some fears that he himself didn’t want to admit. But the person next to him, seemed to be afraid of many things, but the horror was all on the surface, like the fear of a mortal being startled by a ghost. It wasn’t the fear of death in the bottom of her heart.

When she said that she was afraid of seeing death, it wasn’t fake. But facing him, a person who could kill people casually, she was able to fall asleep next to him so peacefully. Sima Jiao knew that he was unpredictable in the eyes of others. The person next to him was equally strange and unpredictable to him.

That night, he felt a splitting headache again, which made him irritated and he wanted to kill. There were only the two of them in Baili Mountain, so he came over. But he stood by the bed and watched for a long time. She slept in ignorance and the boiling killing intent disappeared somehow. Feeling a headache again, he just laid down beside her. He still remembered that when he was lying next to this person in the central tower, he had a good sleep.

He thought about how she would react when she woke up. Would she be frightened and trembling, and then unable to fall asleep; or, like those people who had other thoughts, and approached him for their inner desires. But he didn’t expect her to be taken aback, and then went on to sleep as if nothing happened, as if it was normal for him to lie beside her in the middle of the night.

Sima Jiao was very confused. He was annoyed and had many problems. He was uncomfortable lying there, so he got up and shook Liao Tingyan next to him, “Get up, don’t sleep.”

Liao Tingyan: … Ancestor, what do you want to do? If I don’t get enough sleep, I can easily get dark circles under my eyes. Please be considerate of the beauty that loves her beauty!

She barely picked up her spirits to deal with this crazy ancestor. Because the label she gave him in her heart was mentally retarded, no matter what he did, Liao Tingyan accepted it well. At this moment, she sat up wobbly and asked the ancestor, “Shizu, what’s the problem?”

“How could you still sleep?”

“Ah, why can’t I sleep?”

“I am here.”

“In fact, it’s not very cold after covering myself with the quilt.”