Chapter 318: The Ghost Scared the Person

Xu Jiadong had been riding high lately; at over fifty, he never expected to have a son.

This truly took him by surprise.

He had originally just toyed with Yang Yunxiu, treating her however he pleased, with no regard—after all, she was someone else's wife.

Yet he never imagined she would bear him a son.

He himself found it unbelievable, but the paternity test had clearly confirmed the child was his.

For a moment, Destanolo did not even recognize it as a soccer ball, staring up with a dumbfounded expression.

But Son Heung-min, not far from Li Mingyu, didn't care what Li Mingyu was doing—he saw the ball slip from his control and immediately charged forward.

Tang Jili's brow furrowed; he didn't know why Lin Manjiang had suddenly attacked him, but he dared not underestimate him, so he unfurled his folding fan and blocked Lin Manjiang's heavy sword.

"Wait a moment—let's see what's happening below." He wanted to understand what that suction force was; he had no resistance at all.

The former could be attributed to their inattention, the latter to Su Rui's lack of diligence… but why had Aunt Wu suddenly appeared—especially in this form, this state?

The disciples turned their gazes toward their master's finger and saw a thin mist rising over the Kunlun Bell's surface, a jet-black qilin beast striking its inner wall again and again.

Kong Zhou saw them arrive and intensified his assault, yet he still matched the Empress Dowager blow for blow.

So in an instant, he retracted all his power, condensing it into five flame-spears beside him.

After settling his household affairs, Zhao Caishen mounted his black tiger and vanished from the God of Wealth's Palace, descending straight to the mortal realm toward Xiuniuhezhou.

Let their family do whatever they want—just mind your own business and don't interfere.

Yuan Lingjun's rumored arrival in the capital in the afternoon was false; even so, few knew the truth. Lu Jia had prepared himself neatly, as if readying for court—he clearly knew, yet he said nothing, and Jiang Yuanhe said nothing either, because they had only learned of Yuan Lingjun's arrival last night.

Zhao Qingran signaled with her eyes for him to stop speaking—what was he going to say, in front of the child?

Hu Qing listened, stunned, utterly unable to process it—was the Xiao family's daughter really talking about her? Was this not utterly absurd?

Whoosh—the shrimp pincers unleashed a gale that slammed into his face like compressed air exploding; his black cloak was ripped apart by the force, shredding into countless fragments.

Although Ji Weiyang had already impressed Jiang Suying, she still did not call him by his name—after all, Ji Weiyang was the president of Leseti.

"There's no third party," Xiao Tao said, "but I have my phone on me—I'm recording you right now. Take one more step with that gun, and I'll upload the recording."

But because it was soaked, the two layers of thin gauze clung tightly to Hua Qingyan's arms, outlining her graceful limbs.

"Lord, has this gathering been called because word has come from that side?" asked Cheng Feng, the eldest elder of the Cheng family.

Chancellor Qin's words were all spoken with the imperial family's interests in mind, every phrase sincere, truly magnanimous and righteous. Ministers who usually favored Chancellor Qin quickly echoed him, clearly hoping to help him block this marriage.

The ground was furrowed with a black scar beneath that punch. Han Yi's strike carried a fraction of the might that the ancient deity's axe had once split this gorge with.

Peter walked over coolly as she approached, took her hand in front of everyone, and helped her into the sports car.

With a thunderous crash, the entire inn turned to dust. Amid the blinding, choking cloud, sixteen figures leapt onto the rooftops and launched a stunning battle in midair.