Chapter 147: Ji Heming Caught Red-Handed! #SorryChiYe #TrendingAcrossTheWeb

Ji Heming is finished.

The Ji Heming I swore to protect even if I had to wear a hat to hide him is finished.

Young Manager Liu’s head was buzzing; he still didn’t know who had done this, but seeing the familiar IDs of those marketing accounts, and having the experience of being targeted last time, he locked onto one person almost instantly.

But now was not the time to consider such things; his phone was already being blown up by business partners, and there were calls from the big boss as well.

"I am working on solving it..."

Jiang Dong, dressed in black robes with a golden flying dragon embroidered on his chest, was much younger; in terms of seniority, he was actually of the generation after Yuan Wei and the others.

Therefore, from Mother Gui and Mother Zhong down to the menial maids sweeping the courtyard, everyone hoped that the Third Grandmother’s Returning Forest Residence would be filled with guests.

They spent eight days on the round trip. After eight days of recuperation, Li Mo could move freely, though he still could not use brute force, and Ji Yunye’s wounds had healed; although Ling Yue had controlled the scarring so there was no hyperplasia or protrusion, they were still very obvious, especially on his face, where the skin was a mix of red and white, which greatly affected his appearance.

Everyone looked up to see goose-feather snowflakes drifting down from the sky. Hai Mo pressed his palms together and said, "Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, it rarely snows on Mount Putuo, why is the snow so heavy this year?" Wang Hou felt a lump in his throat; it was truly adding frost to snow—had this heavy snow even taken away their last chance to search tomorrow?

"Everyone follow me this way, there is a boat here." A-Ling pulled Mu Yue’s hand and skipped toward the reed marsh; with a wave of her hand, a pier appeared at the edge of the marsh, and as they stepped onto the end of the wooden bridge, a simple wooden boat emerged from beneath the water.

However, when Tian Tian walked closer, she realized her father was clutching his abdomen, covered in cold sweat, with an expression of unbearable pain.

He sniffed hard with a nose like a dog’s, and then his gaze fixed on He Changdi’s tent.

"I didn't think that much at the time, I just wanted to act according to my conscience. My mother often taught us siblings that in life and work, one must have a clear conscience, be worthy of one's own heart, and forgive others whenever possible." He answered calmly and composedly.

"You Nie family members are rebellious and defiant toward the Guishan Imperial Clan, and you think you can just walk away like this?! I have come here to see you off!" Imperial Consort Min’s pretty brows stood upright, her rage soaring to the heavens. Moreover, she did not wait for Nie Teng to explain, directly taking out a spirit banner to summon meteorites wreathed in flaming black smoke to kill them.

"Huo Qi!" Lu Chenyuan looked at the person floating in the air, draped in dazzling radiance, and spat out two words without joy or sorrow.

"Have your aunt and uncle rested?" Song Nanpei asked with concern; he was still at the company, and since Qi Xingyu had told him earlier that her parents were back tonight, they probably couldn't meet. Song Nanpei thought about it and realized he had nothing to do, so he simply stayed at the company to work overtime.

The Potions instructor, Kyle, was a gaunt middle-aged man. When Maya brought Solon to find him, they knocked on the door for a full ten minutes before Kyle came out holding a test tube, took the parchment, and ducked back inside. Throughout the whole process, he didn't say a word, let alone look at Solon.

After the oath was sworn, the Wedding Dress Pill, which had been slow to be finally refined, suddenly collapsed. Although Bao Tian benefited greatly, he had left himself a hidden danger.

As the distance closed, Solon could clearly sense the state of the three Nether Wolves: irritable, uneasy, and fearful; even though they had been crafted into ghosts, they still retained the habits of their lives.

In the eyes of the crowd, Xiao Qing seemed to quiet down in an instant, even quietly closing his eyes; if not for the hammer he held high and the flickering electric light, some might have thought he had fallen asleep.

Inside a palace in the New World that resembled a giant cake, a figure with a fat and massive body sat upon an exquisite throne inlaid with many jewels, greedily and ravenously stuffing the various delicious desserts brought to him into his blood-red maw.