A quarter of an hour later, Feng Haolin came to the front of the Dawn Courtyard, but did not enter.

Feng Haolin hesitated and lingered in place, his slightly sweat-stained shirt revealing his nervousness at this time. Is this true? Are you really awake? Isn't this a dream? Feng Haolin asked himself for the one hundred and thirty-first time in his heart.

Nervous, in addition to nervousness, there is also a trace of anticipation.

At the age of nine, he followed his master to the Lingxiao Palace, but in addition to cultivation in the Lingxiao Palace, he was full of hope and hoped to return home as soon as possible. Now, I am finally waiting for my little sister's thirteenth birthday. But when he came down the mountain, the master told him that if Feng Caitian did not wake up on the day of her thirteenth birthday, then she would sleep forever until she died of natural causes.

When he got the news, he went crazy.

In the ten-day journey, he forcibly compressed half of the time. When I came to the courtyard of the little sister, looking at the monstrous fire, there were many people standing at the door, but no one rescued her, only Qiaoyan cried and begged her father to be the little sister. At that moment, the sharp heartache filled every nerve in him, as if it was about to tear his brain alive.

But fortunately, it caught up after all.

He had just finished cultivating today, and when he heard Lu Luo say that Feng Caitian had woken up and called him to the Dawn Breaking Academy, this made him wonder if he had auditory hallucinations because he was overthinking day and night.

Perhaps because he was looking forward to it too much, Feng Haolin looked at the road where he could see his little sister only a few steps away, but felt that this road was 108,000 miles away. He didn't dare to take this step, he was afraid.

He feared that this moment of joy would be short-lived, and that it would eventually come to naught. But... But he really hoped that all this was true, not a dream.

Whether it's true or not, everything can only be understood by seeing it with your own eyes, isn't it?

Even if the truth is cruel, who really thinks it won't be another village. Feng Haolin smiled, took a few deep breaths, and walked quickly into the courtyard,

…………………………… I'm the dividing line.......................................

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…………………………… Or is it a dividing line.......................................

The curling mist slowly rises from the incense burner, and the breeze exudes a burst of fragrance. In front of the slightly antique bamboo window, a slim girl stood with her back to the door. The occasional cherry blossoms falling in the wind are drying on the girl's green silk, and from a distance it looks like a picture scroll, revealing elegance and tranquility, which is extremely beautiful.

"Little, little sister" Feng Haolin entered the living room, looked at the back of the girl in front of him, and said tentatively, his voice trembling slightly.

When the truth was about to be revealed, Feng Haolin, who thought that he could relieve his tension by taking a few deep breaths, was still nervous, and his trembling hands could still be seen in the wide sleeves.

God knows how nervous Feng Haolin was when he really faced Feng Caitian. How he was afraid that it was all just a dream that was about to dissipate.

Feng Caitian heard Feng Haolin's voice, turned around with a smile, and whispered to Feng Haolin, "Big brother, you're here."

"Hmm" Feng Haolin replied lightly, his body trembling slightly.

It's been seven years, seven years, and I haven't heard my little sister call me big brother for seven years.

The refreshing sound like Juanjuan's flowing water made Feng Haolin's eyes faintly flooded with a hazy mist, showing the excitement and happiness in his heart at this time.

And Feng Caitian looked at Feng Haolin, who was obviously overly nervous, and at this time he was as excited and happy as a child getting candy, still smiling, and couldn't help but envy the deity of this body. Although she has been stupid for many years, she was moved by her family's unwavering belief in her and their hopeful belief that she would get better.

To put it bluntly, the original owner's situation is a vegetative person. You know, it's easy to take care of a vegetative person for a day, but it's hard to take care of a vegetative person for several years, or even a lifetime. Although the Heavenly Machine Daoist calculated that the original owner would wake up at the age of thirteen, who could be 100% sure that she would wake up, even the original owner's father did not necessarily believe this.

It's all just a matter of luck.

Feng Caitian thought, even if there is a prophecy from the Heavenly Machine, but in this martial arts-honored Yaotian Continent, everyone is busy cultivating, looking forward to flying to the upper realm as soon as possible and getting out of the cycle of life and death, who would waste time on a fool who has no sanity. In her opinion, if it weren't for the insistence of the original owner's mother and a few brothers and sisters, she was afraid that she would have been thrown into that unknown courtyard and left to fend for herself.