Chapter 864

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He Chen slapped Zheng Wei again.

It was just another version of her in the dream—the version from the original storyline world.

Sure enough, domestic violence only differs between zero times and countless times.

After starting to act in the dream world, He Chen completely lost control.

But he truly had no way to stop himself.

Re-experiencing those past plotlines in the dream made his blood pressure spike, and since he could personally take part in them, how could he—

As he spoke, he and his four companions surrounded Xu Wuyou, clearly preparing to go all out.

But to Li Fangcheng, the later-era notion that musicians must stick to classical music held little meaning—music’s essence was inherently boundless and should have no hierarchy.

Huang Master stared in shock, pointing at Lin Shushan, speechless. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and admitted he had lost the bet.

Failing the first strike, Sean grew even angrier; his attacks came like surging tides, one wave after another.

“Principal Gu is upright and incorruptible; I’ll count on your continued support in the future. This trip to America was well worth arranging for you,” Ye Tian said with a grin.

Before he could even exhale, a chill gripped his heart—his sense of danger was several times stronger than when the assassin had self-detonated. Every hair on his body stood on end, as if he’d been stripped naked and blasted by freezing snow and wind at minus dozens of degrees.

Humans are remarkably adaptable creatures. After only a short while, her routine had already begun to shift.

Peng Tao didn’t care what Peng Hai said to Ye Tian; once they switched to wine cups and followed Meiwan’s custom of welcoming distant guests, Ye Tian would be half-dead by the first round. By the second round, if he didn’t vomit all over the table, he’d be a god of drinking.

Logically, dragging an injured person should slow you down. But to Jian He’s surprise, despite his severe wounds, the boy kept gritting his teeth and saying nothing. Unless you noticed his weight leaning heavily toward her and the steady drip-drip of blood along the path, he looked… almost perfectly fine.

“You… you’re? It’s you!” Fu Long opened his eyes to see two strangers in his room, with a familiar-looking boy in between. When the boy flashed his signature devilish grin of perfectly white teeth, Fu Long finally remembered Ye Tian.

“Why do you think buying it for fifty thousand dollars still leaves room for decent profit?” Yan Yixin held the diamond in her palm, squinting at it once more.

The three young people bowed together, thanking Old Xu Yang for his kindness. The old man waved his hand without another word, gave them a long, meaningful look, smiled, and stepped into the silver mist—vanishing in an instant.

“Today, I, Xiang Yu, declare here: if anyone dares to assassinate Han Xin without my permission, I will kill them to avenge my sworn brother.” His piercing gaze swept over Ji Bu, Zhongli Wei, Long Ju, and Yu Ziqi.

The assassin placed the food box on the table and lifted the lid. I walked over to look—it was premium blood swiftlet’s nest.

His words made my heart tighten slightly. Was he an orphan? Why did his smile feel so pure, as if utterly carefree?

Before I even got close, I heard a roaring wind, broken branches and leaves flying everywhere, dust and gravel rising like smoke.

Yi Fan and Xuan Jian remained silent, their faces grim. Meng Yao bit her lip, saying nothing. Only Yi Ming shook his head like a rattle, clearly signaling he was no good person.

The emperor had taken his medicine; according to the imperial physician, he wouldn’t wake for some time, so there was no need for him to attend. Zhao Gao finally felt at ease and left.

Lu Zhen knew he had Wu De backing him; to avoid unnecessary losses, he decisively shut down all his pork stalls. Originally, he planned to stop retail sales except for major clients, waiting until Zhang Qingting and the others returned.