Super God: My sister-in-law discovered me secretly drawing Kaisa's feet.

Chapter 39 Stomp on his dog's head.

The way Hua Ye looked at her just now wasn't much different from how he looked many years ago.

It's even heavier now.

That kind of gaze, as if appraising a private possession beforehand, even when masked by a smile, couldn't hide the underlying disdain. He loved to do that at banquets in Tiancheng when he was a child. Even then, he was still young, but he had already learned to use his status to intimidate others, always speaking with a tone he thought was friendly, as if others should follow his lead simply because he was willing to reach out.

Keisha loathed that look.

Now I hate it even more.

The image of that painting came to mind.

In the painting, he stands high above, his white wings half-spread, his long sword hanging at his side, his boots pressing down on Hua Ye's head. His face is distorted by the pressure, his crown is askew, his hair is disheveled, and the arrogance at the corner of his mouth is trampled into the dust, making even his struggle seem ridiculous.

When she looked at the painting, she felt that Su Mobai had painted it too accurately.

Now that Hua Ye was standing right in front of her, she realized...

Su Mobai still painted more restrainedly.

If she truly became herself in the painting, truly stood at that level, truly trampled this man under her feet, it would not be as simple as just touching upon the subject in a painting.

She will step on it.

It's not about pressing down.

It's about stomping his dog's head.

Even as this thought crossed her mind, Keisha's eyes remained calm, and a slight, polite smile even graced her lips.

Hua Ye had no idea what he was in her eyes.

They wouldn't know.

Vislan had already led Hua Que toward the main table.

The two elders walked side by side, and the surrounding nobles made way for them. King Huaque walked slowly, as did Vislan. They occasionally exchanged a few words in hushed tones, the content of which was inaudible to outsiders, who could only see Vislan's composed expression and King Huaque's smiling face.

The main table was located at the very front of the banquet hall, with the flags of Merlo and Tiancheng unfurled behind it. Vislan did not sit further away, but instead took his seat next to Hua Que.

Hua Ye then sat down below Hua Que.

Before he sat down, he glanced at the entrance.

The blame still falls on Keisha and Su Mobai.

Su Mobai noticed it.

What are you looking at?

I saw it clearly when your dad pressed down on your shoulder.

Of course, he would never say such a thing.

This is a huge event today, so it's best to keep quiet when possible.

Su Mobai still vividly remembers the way that old monster, Hua Que Wang, had swept over him. It didn't feel like being glanced at; it felt more like being scraped from head to toe by some invisible blade, only without leaving a mark.

This is very uncomfortable.

But this also shows that the system, or the layer behind it, can indeed block the current scan of the Angelic Civilization.

good news.

The bad news is that people like Hua Que will never pretend nothing's wrong once they find that the scan isn't working.

Just as Su Mobai was thinking this, Liang Bing's voice drifted over from the side.

"You seemed pretty smug just now."

Su Mobai glanced sideways. "Where?"

"When Keisha said you were her fiancé, your lips practically curled into a wide smile."

"Slander." Su Mobai didn't even glance at him. "That was a polite smile."

Liang Bing gave a soft snort. "So polite that Hua Ye's face turned green?"

Su Mobai thought for a moment and said seriously, "That means my politeness is very aggressive."

Liang Bing almost couldn't hold back.

Keisha heard this, but did not turn around. She simply said, "Say less."

Su Mobai immediately fell silent.

Liang Bing glanced at him, "You do listen to your sister."

Su Mobai said in a low voice, "This is tactical obedience."

"Then you'll obey me for once?"

"Can."

Liang Bing was taken aback, not expecting him to answer so quickly.

Su Mobai continued, "But we have to schedule for the afternoon."

Liang Bing's smile froze slightly.

A faint smile flickered across Keisha's eyes.

Liang Bing really wanted to kick him.

But the next group of nobles had already approached, so she had to put on her expression again and put on that beautiful and harmless smile.

The music changed.

The banquet officially began.

At the main table, Hua Que sat in the center, with Vislan beside him. Keisha and Liang Bing were already seated next to Vislan.

In the center of the banquet hall, a large area was left empty.

A long white cloth was laid out on the ground, and a huge easel stood in the center, almost as tall as a person. Su Mobai stood in front of the easel, his sleeves rolled up, with mixed paints and several brushes of different thicknesses beside him.

Before the painting was put into print, Vislan said one thing to him alone.

"Draw the king in too."

"Put him in the middle."

Su Mobai understood after just one glance at Vislan.

This is the sentence that Melo Star presents to everyone today: The King has personally arrived, and Melo Star respects the King.

So Su Mobai didn't ask any more questions and just nodded.

At this moment, he stood in front of the painting and first glanced across the entire banquet hall.

The hall was filled with nobles, who mingled and drank merrily.

The venue was brightly lit, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

After reading it, Su Mobai lowered his head and began to write.

After making the first stroke, he stopped looking at anyone else.

The laughter, toasts, probing, and undercurrents of the banquet gradually faded from his ears. His brush remained steady, layering colors one after another, first outlining the basic shape, then setting the light, and finally imbuing the spirit of the scene.

Time passes little by little.

The people in the hall found themselves increasingly drawn to the center.

At first, it was just a few nobles who were nearby who glanced at it casually.

Later, even people at the main table would occasionally cast their gazes over.

Hua Ye drank his wine, glanced at him a few times, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Pretending to be something you're not."

His voice was not loud.

Those sitting close by could all hear it.

Liang Bing looked up, almost speaking, but Keisha pressed down on her wine glass first.

She didn't look at Hua Ye, but only at the figure in the center of the banquet hall.

Su Mobai stood there, his tuxedo sleeves rolled up, the profile of his face clearly outlined by the lamplight. His usual witty banter was gone; he seemed like a completely different person, quiet and composed, yet commanding the scene.

Keisha's finger paused lightly on the rim of the glass for a moment.

Hua Ye couldn't understand it.

But she saw it very clearly.

Once this guy starts drawing, his aura is no less imposing than that of a seasoned warrior.

Hua Que was also watching from the main table.

He didn't speak, only occasionally taking a sip of his drink. Vislan, on the other hand, wasn't worried at all.

As the event progressed into its second half, and several rounds of drinks had been consumed, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Su Mobai finally stopped writing.

He didn't step back immediately; he simply raised his hand and lightly brushed the edge of the canvas.

A faint wisp of energy seeped into his fingertips.

The next moment, the entire portrait lit up slightly.

Some people in the hall were taken aback at first.

Then, silence began to spread.

When Su Mobai finished writing and took a half step back, even the clinking of cups in the banquet hall subsided.

It's finished.

The first to see clearly was the attendant who was closest to him.

Her eyes widened slightly, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word.

Next came the nobles in the front row.

Then, there was the entire banquet hall.

In that painting, Hua Que sits in the center.

Instead of sitting stiffly.

It's firmly pressed down there.

His royal robes hung loosely, his fingers rested on the armrest, and his eyes were calm, as if the lights and voices in the hall were merely flowing past him.

That weight belonging to the king of Tiancheng was pressed into the painting stroke by stroke.

Vislan sat beside him, in a slightly off-center but not weaker position. He stood tall with his shoulders back and his expression calm, giving the king ample respect without making himself appear as a mere foil.

It's a very subtle balance. Only those who understand it will know that the real skill in this painting isn't who's in front or behind, but who dares to sit like that and who dares to paint like that.