Chapter 318: Ghost Scares People

Xu Jiadong had been on cloud nine lately—at over fifty years old, he never expected he could still have a son.

This truly delighted him beyond his wildest hopes.

As for Yang Yunxiu, that woman, he had only been playing around with her in the first place—however he played, however he used her, he didn't feel bad about it, after all she was someone else's wife.

But he never imagined she would actually bear him a son.

He himself found it incredible, but the paternity test clearly told him the child was indeed his.

For a moment, Destanoglu didn't even realize it was a football, and looked up with a dumb, blank expression.

But Son Heung-min, who wasn't far from Li Mingyu, didn't care what was going on with Li Mingyu—seeing the ball at Li Mingyu's feet had already slipped from his control, he immediately rushed up.

Tang Jili frowned. He didn't know why Lin Manjiang had suddenly attacked him, but he didn't dare be careless, so he unfolded his folding fan and used it to block Lin Manjiang's heavy sword.

"Wait a moment, let's see what's happening below first." He wanted even more to know what that suction force was about—he had absolutely no power to resist it.

But the former could be attributed to them not paying attention, and the latter could be attributed to Su Rui not searching carefully enough... yet why had Wu Shen suddenly appeared? And in such a form, such a state, to meet her?

The disciples looked toward where their master's finger pointed, and saw a thin mist floating on the surface of the Kunleng Bell, as a pitch-black Huang Qilin demonic beast rammed the inner wall again and again.

Seeing them come, Kong Zhou intensified his attack, but he was only evenly matched with the Imperial Consort.

So in an instant, he gathered all his power and condensed it into five flaming long spears beside him.

After settling family matters, Zhao Caishen mounted his Black Tiger and shot out of the God of Wealth Hall, descending straight down to the mortal realm, heading for West Niu Hezhou.

Let that family of theirs do whatever they want—whatever they're doing, that's their business; he had his own things to do, and shouldn't get involved.

The news that Ye Wudao arrived in Jingcheng in the afternoon was false, but even though it was false, not many people truly knew. Lu Jia had packed up neatly as if preparing to enter the palace—clearly she knew—but she hadn't said anything, and Jiang Yuan He hadn't said anything either, because they had only received the news last night that Ye Wudao was entering Jingcheng.

Zhao Qingran gave him a look telling him to stop talking—what was he trying to say, in front of the child?

Hu Qing, standing to the side, listened in a daze. She couldn't quite process it at all—the Xiao family's young lady, and herself? Wasn't this a bit absurd?

Whoosh—the gale kicked up by the shrimp pincers came head-on, like extremely compressed air bursting apart. The black cloak on his body was torn to shreds by that blast of energy, scattering into fragments across the sky.

Although he was already very satisfied with Ji Weiyan, Jiang Su Ying still didn't call him by name directly—after all, Ji Weiyan was the President of Lesedi Nation.

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

But because it was soaked through, the two layers of gauze clung tightly to Hua Qingyan's arms, outlining her beautifully shaped arms.

"Family Head, you've summoned us here this time—could it be that news has come from that side?" Cheng Feng, the Grand Elder of the Cheng family, asked.

Prime Minister Qin's words were entirely for the consideration of the imperial family, every word sincere, truly very righteous and awe-inspiring. The ministers who were usually on good terms with Prime Minister Qin also chimed in one after another, clearly intending to help Prime Minister Qin push this marriage proposal aside.

The ground beneath that punch was also plowed with pitch-black marks. Han Yi's single punch, however, carried some of the might of that divine spirit's axe splitting open this gorge back in the day.

Seeing her come over, Peter walked toward her coolly, and under everyone's gaze he took her hand and helped her into the sports car.

A thunderous roar was heard, and the entire inn turned into a cloud of dust and smoke. Amid the dust that stung the eyes as it rushed at them, sixteen figures leaped over the rooftops and waged a heaven-shaking battle in the air.