A beautiful woman with white hair lay peacefully on the bed, her face serene and her eyes closed. Her white hair cascaded down the pillow like a waterfall, shimmering with a faint silver light. Her skin was as smooth as alabaster, with a rosy glow, as if it still carried the warmth of life.

Her eyebrows were long and arched, as if lightly drawn with a paintbrush. Beneath her tightly closed eyelids were a pair of eyes that were once bright and deep, now resting in slumber. Her lips were slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Yes, Haotian is in his imagination.

Even someone as powerful as her began to fantasize before she had any cultivation.

He fantasized about teasing Chu Xinqiao, who had no cultivation, in the future.

Soon, the afternoon passed by in the blink of an eye. After dinner, everyone tidied up. Haotian went back to his room and continued to laze around. Wenxin used magic to clean up and then followed them to cultivate.

When Haotian was lying in a coma, he thought of how they sat cross-legged and cultivated, and it was as if he was reminded of his own suffering.

It evokes the same feeling a senior student has when she sees her juniors, breakfast in their mouths, scrambling to catch the bus to school.

And so, in a daze, she fell asleep again.

I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and my legs being tied up.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

Because she was already feeling sleepy, she didn't pay much attention, made a token effort to break free, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

That's right, it was precisely because of this that Diefang and the others were trapped.

The girls discovered that their beloved master was already asleep, so they all quietly went to bed, their thoughtfulness was so touching.

Diefang and Wenxin came to her side.

They only dared to exchange glances with each other.

Diefang: Master is asleep, should we still carry him up?

Wenxin beamed: Hug him! How could I not hug him and do justice to the hard-working person I once was?

Diefang's eyes narrowed: Okay! Understood!

So they all crawled into Haotian's bed.

One had his arm around her waist, and the other around her leg.

Inhaling the delicate fragrance, I finally drifted off to sleep.

Nothing was said that night.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm and gentle glow on the white-haired beauty's face. Her skin, as white as snow, shimmered with a crystalline luster in the sunlight, as if time had never left a mark on her. The sunlight illuminated her eyes, making them appear even brighter and deeper, as if they contained boundless wisdom and vitality.

Her white hair, as soft as silk, gently brushed against her face, swaying in the breeze. Sunlight shone on her white hair, making it sparkle with golden light, making her look like a goddess who had stepped out of a fairyland. A warm and kind smile graced her face, drawing people to her and making them want to feel her warmth and care.

I must have had a good dream last night.

Haotian slowly opened her eyes, eyes as bright as the morning sun, with a hint of languid sleepiness still lingering at the corners. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if she were still immersed in a beautiful dream. As she awoke, her long, snow-white hair was scattered loosely on the pillow, like a beautiful painting.

Her face was exquisitely sculpted like jade, her skin as white as snow, possessing a sickly beauty. Her eyebrows were long and slender, curved like a pair of graceful bows. Her lips were slightly upturned, revealing a barely perceptible smile, as if she had encountered something joyful in a dream.

She sat up gently, stretching out her arms like an elegant swan. Her movements were light and graceful, as if she didn't want to disturb the beautiful morning. She wore a loose white robe, the neckline slightly open, revealing her slender neck and fair collarbone.

Her long hair swayed gently with her movements, like a breeze bringing a refreshing scent.

Although she didn't sleep well yesterday, she had a really, really good dream.

In her dream, her cultivation was restored, and Chu Xinqiao also returned to the mortal realm.

The roles were reversed, and she cornered Chu Xinqiao against the wall, grinning as she said, "What goes around comes around. No one escapes the wrath of Heaven. It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet, hehehe."

In her dream, she did many outrageous things, but now she feels more joyful and relaxed than ever before.

So when she woke up in the morning, she still had a faint smile on her face.

A strange phenomenon has emerged among the four.

She's the one who goes to bed earliest and the one who gets up latest.

In the past, the one who got up earliest was always Diefang, who was always preparing breakfast for them, followed by Wenxin, who would smell the aroma, and then Xinyu and the other two.

However, today, not long after Diefang got up, Xiaofangying woke up.

She dreamed again of the woman who resembled her mother.

In this dream, she had achieved great success in her cultivation, looked down on all others, killed all the bad guys who were chasing her, and even pointed her sword at someone who seemed to be of great status.

In my dream, she was absolutely stunning this time.

When Haotian went outside, she found several people sitting around the dining table, seemingly waiting for her.

A feeling of family...

Haotian smiled unconsciously; for some reason, he felt particularly good today.

Seeing the sumptuous breakfast again, a warm feeling washed over her.

You can tell at a glance that this was just made by Diefang.

There were still traces of smoke from the open-air kitchen.

Haotian did not make a move this time, but looked at Diefang calmly.

"The breakfast you prepare doesn't have to be elaborate; something simple will do. If possible, I hope you can all sleep a little longer."

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