Chapter 777: Love rival is too strong

The dark green color carries a bit of cold blur and mystery in the sunlight.
It was a pair of eyes that looked like Su Yu.
He is tall, with white skin and a silver-haired shawl. Looking at him in the cold mirror, he somehow thinks of the elf king he saw in the lens of the previous life, noble and elegant, as if any beautiful words were placed on him It is a kind of blasphemy.
His face had already blurred his age, he was like a wise and deep wise man, and like a noble and cold young man.
This god-like person standing in front of them caused everyone to lose their minds for a while.
It's just that, except for the overly warm-hearted highland barley, everyone present knew in their hearts that no matter what the identity of this person, there is a very certain identity, that is, Su Yu's biological father.
For so many years since the name Suyu appeared in the realm of spiritual cultivation, no one knew what his true identity was, only that he was the son of Xia Ji, vaguely like the royal family of Nan Yao Kingdom. It's just that everyone who knows the truth knows that he is not of the blood of the royal family of the Southern Yao Kingdom, but no one knows who he is, even he himself.
Even countless people have doubted whether he is Xia Ji's son.
Han Jing knows that Su Yu is indeed Xia Ji’s biological son. Su Huazheng told her that Su Yu was born in the Imperial Palace of the Nan Yao Kingdom. Although she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Su Yu and Xia Ji grew up. It's very similar, at this point, you can't make fakes or deceive people.
It's just that the degree of Xia Ji's metamorphosis caused people to have such a twisted doubt.
Until this moment, when Han Jing saw this man, his first thought was that this is definitely a family, dear.
If they are not related by blood, ghosts don't believe it.
His eyes fell on Xia Ji's body quietly, but his voice was surprisingly gentle, with only four short words: "You are back."
The corners of Xia Ji’s lips smiled, but anyone with long eyes can probably tell how cold her smile is at this moment. It is so cold that the surrounding air seems to condense at this moment, but her voice is as soft as ever. With a frivolous tone: "Yes, I'm back."
He used the affirmative sentence, and she answered the affirmative sentence, but the atmosphere between the two people was quite different.
But Ling Yue, who was standing behind Xia Ji, still pressed his lips tightly, and even his forehead was wrinkled into a ball. It was obvious that his love rival could kill him almost no matter what.
He suddenly regretted that he had promised to let her come here. Although his opposition had no effect on her at all, it was far less than his panic at this moment.
Others were even more silent in this inexplicable atmosphere.
Only the highland barley, who seemed to have a relatively slow mind, smiled and said with excitement to the man: "Patriarch, Sister Ling has finally returned. Shall we celebrate tonight and hold a banquet for her?"
Then he whispered to Xia Ji: "Sister Ling, you don't know. After you left, the patriarch has never married a wife. This is good, you are finally back!"
He smiled sincerely, and the coldness in Xia Ji's eyes spread little by little.
Lingyue's face was darkened to the bottom of the pot, the patriarch, a member of the Xia clan, how strong is this rival in love?