After Sima Jiao left the pond, he returned to the residence of Bailuya. He did not deliberately deal with the dampness on his body, but as he walked, the dampness evaporated naturally, as if a flame was burning on his body.
His face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and there were thin bloodshots in his dark eyes. Bailu Cliff, where many spiritual beasts 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 mountains lay on the ground and shivered. The white crane did not dare to fly again after falling into the pine forest, and only looked at the palace in the center of Bailu Cliff.
Inside the hall, Sima Jiao's pale palm touched the entire jade-paved ground in the hall, and instantly a crimson flame gushed out from under his palm and spread around. Almost instantly, the hard jade began to melt like ice meets fire, but after a while, a large pool was dissolved in the center of the jade. Sima Jiao stood on the edge of the pool, stretched out his five fingers and grabbed towards the window. The white mist on the entire White Deer Cliff surged and poured into the empty pool. When the white mist gathered in the pool, it became icy cold. Chilled pool water.
Sima Jiao, still wearing that dress, stepped into the icy pool water and buried himself in the bottom of the water.
Liao Tingyan, who was taking a bath in the open-air flower pond, paused for a while, and suddenly felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to have risen, and even the white mist on the water was much less. There was a kind of stagnant silence in the air, and the spiritual flower beside him moved automatically without wind, and many petals fell on the water.
She scratched her face and continued to take a bath and sing. After taking a bath, she went back to her room to sleep. To be honest, Bailuya was much more comfortable than the central tower. All the furnishings in the room were very beautiful, and the bed was especially comfortable. She just had a problem with the rose red bed curtain. The extra-large bed with flowers like clouds, and then pulling down the delicate rose-red curtain, always feels very coquettish and cheap.
Liao Tingyan thought that the big black brothers should be full at night, so they wouldn't come over for supper in the middle of the night, so they closed the doors and windows. Who knew that she was stupefied and woken up at night, not by Dahei, but by cold. It seemed that someone blew the air-conditioning vent on her head and woke her up alive.
It was raining outside, the windows were wide open, the door was open, and there was someone lying beside her. Liao Tingyan barely screamed and almost bit her tongue, because she felt from the feel of the hair on her hand, this was the boss Sima Jiao who had control of her current net worth.
This ancestor didn't know when he came here, so he just lay on her bed as a matter of course. Although he didn't take off his clothes, Liao Tingyan always wondered if he had any thoughts about him. Yaoshou, he ran to her bed in the middle of the night to lie down, wouldn't he want to sleep with her? She held her breath and looked at the person lying beside her in the dark, feeling the cool breath on his body, feeling that he was like frozen pork just taken out of the refrigerator, and also feeling like a dead person, feeling very cowardly.
After hesitating for a while, she quietly reached out and touched her ancestor's hand, which was cold, and when she touched it, the ancestor didn't respond. She touched it again, but still didn't respond. Now Liao Tingyan's scalp became cold, she half sat up and carefully observed Sima Jiao next to her. He closed his eyes, his cheeks were lifeless pale in the dark, and he could not hear his breathing.
Shouldn't it be dead? Liao Tingyan was taken aback by this thought, and immediately felt that it was impossible, and hesitantly pressed his hand on his chest.
There is a heartbeat, although very slow, but there is. It's okay, it's not dead. Liao Tingyan relaxed, continued to lie back, picked up the quilt beside him and covered himself, and continued to close his eyes to prepare for sleep.
When she was about to fall asleep, the dead Sima Jiao suddenly asked, "Are you going to sleep like this?"
Liao Tingyan woke up suddenly, cleared her throat, and answered hesitantly, "Master... Do you want to cover too?"
Sima Jiao: "..."
He didn't answer, he just felt that the woman next to him pulled up the quilt and covered it with him. He waited to see if he had any other reaction. After finding that he had been silent, she was ready to sleep again.
Sima Jiao didn't quite understand. In Gengchen Immortal Mansion, no one is not afraid of him, even looking at the highly respected Sect Master Qianlu, he is mostly guilty and wary of him, and there are some fears that the teacher does not want to admit. It seems to be afraid of many things, but the horror is superficial, like the fear of mortals being shocked when they see ghosts, rather than the fear of death in their hearts.
She said that being afraid of the dead was not a lie, but it was unpredictable to be able to sleep beside him with such peace of mind in the face of a man who would kill at will. Sima Jiao knew that he was unpredictable in the eyes of others, and the person next to him was equally strange and unpredictable in his eyes.
Tonight, he felt a splitting headache again, which made him irritable and wanted to kill. There were only two of them in Bailuya, so he came over, but stood by the bed and watched for a long time. Seeing that she was sleeping ignorantly, the boiling killing intent dissipated inexplicably. Some felt a headache again, so they just lay down beside them. He still remembered that when he was in the central tower, lying next to this man, he rarely got a good night's sleep.
He thought about how she would react when she woke up, or she was frightened and shivered and couldn't fall asleep again; or like those who had other thoughts in the past, she came close to him and exposed the dirty desires in her heart. But he didn't expect that this guy was startled, and then continued to sleep as if nothing had happened, as if it was normal for him to lie beside her in the middle of the night.
Sima Jiao is very unreasonable, an annoying person with many problems. He is uncomfortable lying there, so he will get up and shake Liao Tingyan next to him.
"Get up, don't sleep."
Liao Tingyan: ... Ancestor, what are you going to do? If you don't get enough sleep, you can easily get dark circles under your eyes. Can you please be considerate of the beauty's love for her beauty
She struggled to pull herself together to deal with the sudden madness of her ancestor. Because the label given to him is neurosis, no matter what he does, Liao Tingyan accepts it well. Now she staggers and sits up, inhaling and asking the ancestor, "Master, what's the problem?"
Sima Jiao: "How can you still fall asleep?"
Liao Tingyan: "Ah, why can't I sleep?"
Sima Jiao: "I'm here."
Liao Tingyan: "Actually, it's not very cold even with a quilt."
Liao Tingyan looked at his expression, and realized what he meant later. What he meant was "You can sleep with a murderer like me?!" instead of "I have a refrigerator with you open next to you." Can you still sleep?"
However, this is not the first time. The last time he slept like a pillow, did she say anything? She wanted to show her inner contradiction, but is it her fault for the quality of sleep
In short, Liao Tingyan couldn't sleep that night. Her cultivation base is almost equal to nothing. She can't compare to the big boss Sima Jiao. She was so sleepy late at night that she was forced to sit on the bed with her eyelids and stare at him. The big black snake brothers came over in the middle of the night to prepare for supper. One, mainly because seeing Sima Jiao sitting on the bed, he was so frightened that he turned his head and ran away, not daring to think about supper.
The next day, Sima Jiao went to Lingyan Mountain again. Liao Tingyan didn't forget to bring cushions and umbrellas this time, but unfortunately they didn't use them, because a high platform had been specially built there to watch the battle for the master and the sect master. And food. Liao Tingyan found a problem, the food in it was his favorite. But after having two meals outside, have all my preferences been figured out? She was stunned for a moment, then sat down next to Sima Jiao, pretending that she didn't notice anything.
And Sima Jiao, looking at the Lingyan Mountain Terrace today, suddenly raised his lips and smiled. In the past, the Lingyan Mountain Terrace was filled with elite disciples, but today there are a lot of ordinary disciples of unknown origin. Obviously, these are the victims prepared by the masters of each vein for their own juniors. It doesn't matter how many people die, as long as it's not their own precious children who died, the power they have, so that they only need to say a word, and many people are willing to sacrifice for them.
Sect Master Qianlu smiled and said to Sima Jiao, "Master, today is still the same as yesterday."
Sima Jiao: "No, a hundred people are fighting to the death today."
Shi Qianlu replied yes, and his eyes seemed to pass Liao Tingyan sitting beside him, and ordered: "Then let the disciples begin."
Many of the disciples under today came from small branches, and he specially ordered many Qinggutian disciples to be among them, and this was a test. He had some doubts and guesses about Sima Jiao's behavior of tolerating a woman beside him. Today's little test was for Sima Jiao, and also for the little disciple Liao Tingyan who didn't seem to be any different.
This woman can watch other lives and deaths with a cold eye, and follow the ruthless Sima Jiao, but she doesn't know if it is her turn to stop Sima Jiao, and if she stops, what will Sima Jiao do.
Shi Qianlu was making up the big show over there, but unfortunately, Liao Tingyan didn't see who was on the stage at all. She was not the original Liao Tingyan, and she only met Master Dongyang Zhenren only a few times. Not to mention other people, if they are a little familiar, I am afraid that Qing Gutian is responsible for ushering in the children and the little butler who is responsible for managing the meals in the warehouse. Originally, the original Liao Tingyan, when she entered Qinggutian, lived in seclusion and seldom dealt with her peers. I am afraid that even if she is here now, she will not recognize the following Qinggutian disciples.
When the fight started below, Liao Tingyan, who had not slept for a day, had his eyelids gradually heavy, and unknowingly leaned on the soft couch and fell asleep.
Shi Qianlu thought of her from time to time, and saw her slowly slide down and sit down, dozing off in front of everyone's eyes. Sima Jiao was already attracting attention. She was by Sima Jiao's side, so of course she also paid attention. Seeing her paralyzed and really falling asleep, everyone's expressions were a bit strange. Sima Jiao didn't even look down, and frowned at her. The couch they were sitting on was not very big. Liao Tingyan was lying down and found a comfortable sleeping position automatically. She rested her head on Sima Jiao's lap.
The big guys headed by the head: "!!!"
How dare you sleep on the lap of the great devil, Lord Cizang! Really ignorant and fearless, Shi Qianlu looked at Sima Jiao quietly for a moment, waiting to see how he would react. Throwing people down the steps impatiently, or just wrenching their necks? Seeing this expression, he was a little more impatient. Based on his understanding of Sima Jiao, he should have kicked her out.
Sima Jiao stretched out his hand and pulled out the sleeve that Liao Tingyan was pillowing on. The seniors of Gengchen Immortal Mansion could see clearly, and the shock in their hearts almost broke through their dignified and gentle faces.
The stone hammered, that difficult master Ci Zang Daojun, really fell in love with a woman.