A deafening cheer erupted.

Then, a dazzling white light pierced into his eyes, forcing Chen Hao to close them.

When Chen Hao opened his eyes, he found himself in a lively, soft grassy area. He first looked around, and his eyes were filled with pink balloons and the romantic red of roses—this was a wedding scene!

Below his feet was a red carpet, and not far in front of him stood a master of ceremonies in formal attire, holding a microphone in his left hand and a box with a diamond ring in his right; in front of him and on both sides of the red carpet were rows of banquet tables where the crowd, now standing up, turned their gaze to another end of the carpet where there was an arch made of flowers and greenery.

At that moment, the wedding march began to play.

The venue once again erupted into celebratory cheers!

Chen Hao looked down at his clothes and was surprised to find himself dressed in a handsome black suit; his hand moved along the collar of the suit up to his chin, where he was suddenly pricked by the thick, dense beard on his jaw.

"Where is this?" Chen Hao thought in shock, "Could it be that I've become an uncle? Besides, is today my, Chen Hao's, wedding day?"

Suddenly, he became tense, and his gaze turned towards the other end of the red carpet along with all the guests. He was anticipating that Ye Yuqiao would soon walk down the red carpet in a white wedding dress from that floral arch.

The applause and cheers grew even more enthusiastic.

Led by the flower children, the bride in her wedding dress finally appeared.

In an instant, Chen Hao's heart sank.

Although the bride's looks were not inferior to Ye Yuqiao's, she was ultimately not Ye Yuqiao.

Chen Hao shook his head repeatedly, and his whole body began to tremble with panic.

He was getting married, but the bride wasn't Ye Yuqiao. This was the most terrifying and most unacceptable thing for him in this world.

"Chen Hao, what's wrong with you?" At that moment, a warm and substantial hand patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Chen Hao turned around to see a stranger with a determined gaze and handsome looks, dressed in a suit as dashing as his, seemingly around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

"Who are you?" Chen Hao asked the man, his eyes filled with wariness.

The man showed a look of surprise and explained, "I'm Ye Fei, why do you seem even more nervous than I am?"

"Ye Fei?" Chen Hao was bewildered, as he had never known someone named Ye Fei, "Why are we here?"

"Today is my wedding day, and you're my best man!" the man called Ye Fei explained, frowning. Then he looked somber and asked earnestly, "Chen Hao, does this setting make you sentimental, thinking of Yuqiao?"

Chen Hao was startled, wondering how this Ye Fei also knew Yuqiao, so he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Yuqiao? Where did Yuqiao go?"

Just as the man was about to speak, suddenly another dazzling white light flared up, forcing Chen Hao to close his eyes once more.

Afterward, the sound of crackling burning wood filled his ears.

When Chen Hao opened his eyes again, he realized he was lying inside a tent. Lying down, he suddenly sat up, first reaching to feel his jaw to confirm there was no thick, hard beard, then he looked to both sides to see Tang Chao and Xie Xiaofeng fast asleep.

Chen Hao sighed deeply, unsure why he would have such a dream, but the image of the man called Ye Fei lingered in the depths of his mind.

Suddenly, a black figure was cast on the tent fabric by the light of the campfire outside.

Just from the silhouette, Chen Hao could tell it was Ye Yuqiao. So he immediately got up and left the tent.

"Ye Yuqiao, where are you going?" Chen Hao called out to Ye Yuqiao's figure.

Ye Yuqiao turned around, smiling and beckoning to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao furrowed his brow, feeling that the Ye Yuqiao in front of him seemed a little strange.

When Chen Hao walked up to Ye Yuqiao, she took his hand and pulled him behind a nearby banyan tree.

"Yuqiao, why did you bring me here?" Chen Hao asked, puzzled.

Suddenly, Ye Yuqiao placed her hands on Chen Hao's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

In the midst of a sudden soft onslaught, Chen Hao's mind went blank, and his body surged with heat.

After a passionate kiss,

he suddenly heard Ye Yuqiao's delicate gasps, and with eyes clenched shut, Chen Hao abruptly opened his eyes and pushed Ye Yuqiao away.

"You're not Ye Yuqiao!" Chen Hao stared wide-eyed at the Ye Yuqiao before him. How could he forget that Ye Yuqiao was a woman who appeared extremely indifferent in certain respects?

"Hmph!" The Ye Yuqiao before him glared at him angrily, her gaze somewhat terrifying.

Chen Hao's mind clouded over.

As his consciousness gradually returned, the familiar voice of Ye Yuqiao reached his ears—"Chen Hao, Chen Hao! Wake up, Xie Xiaofeng, Tang Jing, and Tang Chao, the three of them are gone!"

Chen Hao jerked his eyes open and sat up, immediately pulling Ye Yuqiao into his embrace.

"Chen Hao, quickly go after them! Why are you holding me?" the Ye Yuqiao in his arms asked anxiously.

Confusion crossed Chen Hao's face; he pinned the Ye Yuqiao in his arms beneath him and roared, "You are not my Ye Yuqiao, who the hell are you?"

Suddenly, the face of the Ye Yuqiao beneath him twisted, and with a snort, she said, "How did you notice?"

"Because!" Chen Hao clenched his fist, channeling the Nether Eye Power into his right fist. "Because it felt wrong!"

Just as Chen Hao was about to punch the false Ye Yuqiao in the face,

his consciousness blurred once again!

..

"Urgh!" A painful scream from Ye Yuqiao reached Chen Hao's ears.

Hearing this during his sleep, Chen Hao suddenly woke up, his entire body drenched in cold sweat. He looked around to find that both Tang Chao and Xie Xiaofeng were gone.

"Chen Hao, Chen Hao!" The agonized, hoarse scream of Ye Yuqiao came from outside the tent.

Chen Hao immediately got up and hurried out of the tent to see Ye Yuqiao being tightly bound by a fairy in white, holding a rabbit, with white silk wound around her body.

With the Nether Vision Technique of his left eye, Chen Hao saw it was a long-tongued female ghost.

Instantly, a purple fire dragon emerged from Chen Hao's left eye and swallowed the long-tongued female ghost.

Then, Chen Hao hurried to Ye Yuqiao's side, first laying her in the crook of his arm, and quickly started tearing away the layers of white silk binding her.

Once the white silk was completely unwound, Ye Yuqiao coughed several times, her face deathly pale.

Chen Hao looked at Ye Yuqiao with distress and said, "I'm sorry, I was trapped in a strange dream just now."

As he spoke, Chen Hao suddenly threw the Ye Yuqiao in his arms aside and bellowed, "You are not my Yuqiao, who on earth are you?"

"Hmph!" The fake Ye Yuqiao's face suddenly lost its pained expression and twisted into something ferocious. "How exactly did you recognize that I am fake?"

A fierce killing intent flared in Chen Hao's eyes!

"Buzz, buzz!" His consciousness blurred again!

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