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Could she protect him? If she couldn’t protect him, how could she watch him struggle in the world?
“Sima Jiao…I am very useless. Even if you did everything possible to leave the spirit fire to me, I could not be as powerful as you. I am afraid that I will not be able to protect you. If I force you to stay, and just see your painful death, then why should I force it?”
The more she said, the lower her voice became.
Sima Jiao hugged her up on the stone steps, and suddenly laughed.
Liao Tingyan: “…” Look at the tragic atmosphere, can you stop laughing this time? Will you respect the pain in my heart?
Sima Jiao: “You made a mistake.”
Liao Tingyan: “What?”
Sima Jiao: “If I make up my mind, you can’t pull my soul.”
After a daze, Liao Tingyan reacted, leaning back, staring at Sima Jiao’s face incredulously, “You…”
Sima Jiao showed a familiar smile on his face. It was the smile that was on his face when he was burned in front of her seventeen years ago, with insight and anticipation.
But she only understood it then.
“That’s my choice for you. If you would rather suffer pain and want me to stay, I will stay. If you don’t love me that much, I am willing to use the spirit to be a light to guide you.” Sima Jiao said casually, “My life is something that was given to you, you can do whatever you like.”
“It’s the same now.”
Liao Tingyan remembered the scene when she separated Sima Jiao’s spirit from the fire, which was indeed easier than she thought.
Her teeth were itchy with hatred, and she lowered her head to bite Sima Jiao’s shoulder. For the first time she tried so hard, and she quickly tasted the blood in her mouth. Sima Jiao didn’t even say a word, and even laughed.
“Look, if you want me to stay, if you want me to stay with you longer, I can do it. Besides, I don’t actually need your protection,” as he spoke, he had already reached the pavilion in the mountain.
Sima Jiao tilted his head and stroked Liao Tingyan’s hair, “Okay, let go.”
He placed her under the peach tree, held the branch, and bent over to kiss her blood-stained lips, “Such a murderer, this is first time I saw you so brutal.”
Liao Tingyan leaned on the trunk of the mountain peach tree and raised her head. She saw Sima Liao’s burnt black, as if the eyes were jumping with flames. She also saw the tree above them blowing by like a spring breeze. The snow melted and withered. Numerous pink mountain peach blossoms bloomed on the branches.
She heard thunder. The hand holding Sima Jiao’s shirt clenched tightly.
Sima Jiao held her hand, raised his head, his red lips lifted up, “You are here to watch me get through this heavenly tribulation.”
He wanted to overcome heavenly tribulation? Why didn’t she realize it?
Was there something that concealed her perception, or even the secret?
Liao Tingyan watched him get up and almost chased him, but Sima Jiao pushed her back.
“Watch it quietly.”
He stood there sideways, looking up at the sky. Liao Tingyan was in a trance, as if she had seen the master who was standing outside the tower facing a group of cultivators of Gengchen Xianfu  on the Three Saints Mountain.
Liao Tingyan’s pupils shrank, because a fire appeared in Sima Jiao’s hand. it was not his previous red, but colorless with its edge a little blue. The fire was very small, but as soon as it appeared, the surrounding temperature rose instantly. The mountain forest was based on the collapsed pavilion. In the center, the snow melted quickly, like a fast-forward movement, fluffy grass grew on the ground, and the surrounding trees began to be green.
That was… the spirit fire? Why did he still have spiritual fire, and why was it this color?
Liao Tingyan was full of questions, Sima Jiao looked at her and said, “This is the fire you lit for me.”
This was a new life spirit fire cultivated by the Shi Clan from the flesh and blood of the Fengshan Clan, and it was also what caused his body to collapse rapidly after being merged by him. But after the fusion of the spirit fire, it had the last Sima’s flesh and blood refining. It had been ignited by the cluster of spirit fire on Liao Tingyan’s body, and had become a brand new spirit fire that could grow continuously.
——This was the best result he had envisioned. He won the bet.
Thunder fell with a loud sound, and was unwilling to disperse. The spiritual fire in Sima Jiao’s hand returned to his body. The body filled with spiritual energy merged into the spiritual fire, and it became pure again. Like a mortal, Liao Tingyan couldn’t see the difference.
He brushed his sleeves, brushed off the dust on his body, walked to Liao Tingyan and stretched out his hand to her, “Let’s go home.”
Liao Tingyan looked at him blankly.
Sima Jiao shook the flower branch, shaking her off.
Liao Tingyan returned to her senses and asked him, “Can you stay with me for a long time?”
Sima Jiao: “As long as you want.”
Liao Tingyan: “Then, I don’t need to be afraid?”
Sima Jiao: “I told you not to be afraid.”
Liao Tingyan: “So why didn’t you explain anything, deliberately watching me turn around in a hurry for you?”
Sima Jiao: “…No.”
Liao Tingyan understood, “It’s useless to say more, a liar has a long nose! Look at it!”
She jumped up, Sima Jiao dodged sideways, took her wrist and put a kiss to her lips, “Why are you angry again?”
Liao Tingyan grabbed his hair without hesitation, “I’m going to tell you today that if you hide everything from me, your wife, one day you will suffer from domestic violence! Do you really think I can’t beat others, huh?!”
If she didn’t beat him before he had recovered his peak strength, she wouldn’t be able to beat him in the future.
Sima Jiao: “Sigh—”
When the emperor pressed her on the tree, all the flowers fell on them.
Sima Jiao turned around and was about to grab her hand, but he heard her crying while kicking his leg, and suddenly kicked his stomach.
Forget it, let her play enough, it didn’t hurt anyway.
Sima Jiao, was an old dog who could die for Liao Tingyan, but never understood why she was crying.