Chapter 1140 The Truth About Painting


    ke was speechless. Pablo''s mouth twitched as soon as he came out.


    "Although it was three thousand years ago, I remember some things," Pablo said.


    He naturally knew more about the King of Hell than others. ording to the time, it should be when the


    King of Hell''s soul disappeared in her previous life.


    Serene did not look at Pablo. Of course, she knew Pablo. He was the judge. She had seen him from


    afar.


    She looked at ke stubbornly to get his exnation.


    ke said lightly, "Except for Jean, I haven''t slept with anyone, let alone given birth to a daughter like


    you."


    The harem spirit burst outughing. Thinking of something and looking at Jean, the two women


    ke raised his eyebrows. Why is Jeanughing? Shouldn''t she be shy? Forget it. Jean is particr.


    She''s the intiff.


    ke felt helpless.


    Seeing that everyone did not seem to take this matter seriously, Serene felt deeply angry and


    unreconciled.


    I waited for Father for three thousand years. How could he say that? It''s understandable for him not to


    know about me, but how can he forget Mother? He had a rtionship with Mother!


    "Father, recall it again!" Serene was about to shed tears. She tried hard to maintain the image of a fairy


    to be worthy of the title of Emperor Prosper''s daughter.


    "That day, Sister lost her soul, and you lost control of your emotions. It was Mother whoforted you


    in time..."


    I don''t want to expose Father''s pain, but this matter is serious! I''ve been waiting so long. How can it be


    a joke? I don''t believe Mother will lie to me! What good is it for Mother to make such a joke?


    Serene looked at ke almost begrudgingly.


    ke''s expression darkened. "You look older than me. Don''t call me Father!"


    Serene was momentarily embarrassed, then grabbed the painting abruptly and asked, "But Mother has


    this painting! You drew it yourself! It''s a token of love for Mother!"


    ke frowned. "Would I be so shabby back then?"


    Take a painting as a token of love. Impossible. In ke''s view, only precious things could be a token of


    love.


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    Lilly reminded ke, "Daddy, this painting has your signature!"


    ke''s gaze fell on the signature. He was startled and could not help but frown.


    It is indeed my signature. When did I sign it?


    Almost without thinking, ke looked at Jean.


    Jean froze, and her smile disappeared.


    "Why do you look at me?" Jean looked puzzled and subconsciously said, "I didn''t copy your signature!


    You know it''s impossible!"


    Jean was stunned when she said that. She had no memory of thousands of years ago and had gone


    through too many lifetimes.


    ke''s gaze softened, and he said, "Yes, you didn''t. I signed it myself."


    Jean did not live long and always left before him in every life. He spent one lifetime waiting for her, and


    every time he brought her back, she would still maintain some of the habits of her previous life. For


    example, there was no shortage of money, but she always had ideas to make money.


    Every soul was unique. No matter how many lifetimes she had gone through, her temper had not


    changed.


    Jean felt strange. Why does he look at me as pampering? I didn''t write it. Why does he look like he''s


    taking the me for me?


    Jean tried hard but could not find any memory of the painting. ke had already thought of something


    and said, "You don''t need to think about it."


    He rubbed Jean''s head and said, "You were the one who asked me to sign it."


    All the ghosts were shocked. The signature on the painting was indeed ke''s!


    Lilly blurted out, "Daddy, did you also draw this painting?"


    ke shook his head. "Of course not."


    He looked at Lilly, pinched her face, and said dotingly, "Back then, your mommy always wanted to sell


    my signatures and paintings."


    Emperor Prosper''s sentence or a hastily painted picture were both examples of the state of mind.


    Some novice ghosts struggled to pursue the realm but got stuck in the bottleneck. So they wanted the


    things of Emperor Prosper to approach The Order. So those things were worth the money.


    However, ke rarely drew paintings. Even if he drew asionally, Jean was reluctant to sell it, so she


    only got his signature.


    For painting or writing, she drew or wrote by herself.


    Of course, he doted on her. To prevent his signature from being used for anything, he would leave


    pressure on the signature so that those who bought it for epiphany would not get deceived.


    "That''s how the signature came." ke did not go into details.


    ke unconsciously smiled and said nothing more. Jean felt guilty and ashamed for no reason.


    Lilly nodded and concluded, "So the signature is real. The painting is fake, right? Serene''s mom drew


    the painting herself."


    Serene could not ept such a result!