Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 1140

Blake 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. According 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 Blake stubbornly to get his explanation.

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

The harem spirit burst out laughing. Thinking of something and looking at Jean, the two women laughed loudly.

Blake raised his eyebrows. Why is Jean laughing? Shouldn't she be shy? Forget it. Jean is particular. She's the plaintiff.

Blake 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 relationship 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 who comforted 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 Blake almost begrudgingly.

Blake'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!"

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

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

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

Blake'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?