I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 399 Wigraf: Oops, exposed!
"Wiglaf Drayman Beowulf, he is a dragon slaying warrior who is worthy of the spirit of his ancestors. As the heir of the next generation of the Beowulf family, he has proved his glory with blood. Now, with In the name of the family, set up a monument for him, and his name and achievements will last forever in the history of the Beowulf family!"

In the open-air hall, the current patriarch of the Beowulf family, the only old man who is qualified to call himself directly by the family name "Beowulf", stood on a round marble platform, surrounded by a dozen men and women of different ages.

Beowulf recited a short eulogy in a cold and straightforward tone like a sword. The mourning of this family is as efficient and indifferent as their fighting style, even if the dead warrior is the grandson of the current patriarch, the future Beowulf Patriarch.

"Mom," the white-haired girl stood beside the woman and gently tugged at her trousers, "Is Dad dead?"

The girl has a rare silver-white long hair, the ends of which hang down to her waist, like a glowing silk.

She and her mother were the only women present. Only men in the Beowulf family became warriors, and only the wives and daughters of warriors and victims were allowed to attend the memorial service.

"Yes, your father died on the battlefield of slaying dragons," the Beowulf patriarch lowered his head, looking down at his great-granddaughter, "A month ago, the family found signs of dragon activity near the Arctic Circle, you His father led an elite team to slaughter the dragon, but all disappeared, only his saber was found by the later search and rescue team."

"Why did Dad die?" the girl asked innocently, raising her head.

"Because what he did was too dangerous, and he wasn't strong enough."

"Not... strong enough?" The girl raised her head, pointed her lips with her index finger, and repeated this sentence ignorantly.

……

"The baby boy of the Beowulf family will be fed a drop of dragon blood crystal when he is born. This crystal is not only a holy medicine for evolution, but also a deadly poison for hybrids," Beowulf lowered his head and stared in front of him. The girl said, "Do you know why the family feeds dragon blood crystals to their offspring when they are babies?"

"I don't know." The girl shook her head, the long hair at the back of her head had been cut into short hair.

"Because only a newborn baby has no desire for power and strength, only the desire for survival," Patriarch Beowulf said slowly, "When an adult swallows dragon blood crystals, the desire in his heart will continue to push him. Ask for more power from the dragon's blood to cooperate with the dragon's blood to transform itself, until it degenerates completely without knowing it, and becomes a dead waiter whose consciousness is equal to death, and the baby still doesn't understand the beauty of power and power. Having tasted this kind of poison that is more deadly than dragon blood, so in order to survive, the baby will instinctively resist dragon blood, but it is more likely to support the transformation of dragon blood."

"So grandpa won't let me take dragon blood crystals?" the girl asked.

"No, I'm just telling you the risks involved." The patriarch Beowulf took out a small wooden box and opened it, revealing three blood-colored gemstones the size of mung beans. "I won't stop you, but with your current bloodline, If you want to rise to the same level as your father, you need to take two dragon blood crystals, and if you want to surpass him, you need to take three dragon blood crystals. For each additional dragon blood crystal you take, the erosion of dragon blood on you will increase. It will increase several times."

"Grandpa, will I die?" the girl asked.

"If you fall, I will break your neck with my own hands," said Beowulf patriarch.

"Then can I wear the dress with little butterflies that my mother gave me when I was buried?" the girl asked again.

"If you can't withstand the erosion of dragon's blood, you will directly become a high-ranking dead waiter, and your body will be highly alienated, and you won't be able to wear your previous clothes anymore." Patriarch Beowulf said.

"It's a pity..."

The girl muttered softly, then grabbed three dragon blood crystals and put them in her mouth together.

"Ahhhh-"

The burning sensation like a flame scorching completely invaded her senses.

……

"From now on, you will change your name to Wiglaf, and you will be the patriarch of the next generation of the Beowulf family." The Beowulf patriarch said.

Wiglaf, the name passed down from generation to generation within the Beowulf family, the heir of the family, and the future patriarch.

"Yes, patriarch." Wiglaf stood in front of the patriarch, raised his head, revealing his blood-gold eyes.

"This is your father, the sword left by the previous Wiglaf, the dragon-slaying weapon passed down from generation to generation in the Beowulf family—the giant sword." Beowulf handed the bare hilt to Wiglaf, "Remember Hold on, this sword can only exert its power when it touches water."

"Yes!" Wiglaf took the hilt of the sword solemnly.

"Come to the martial arts field tomorrow, and I will personally train you."

"Yes!"

……

With a bare sword hilt at his waist, Beowulf stepped out of the patriarch's house and looked up to see his mother waiting outside.

"mom!"

Wiglaf gave a cheer and ran towards his mother with his arms outstretched.

The mother stretched out her hand subconsciously, but immediately retracted it, stepping back to avoid her daughter's embrace.

She lowered her head, showed a respectful expression, and bowed slightly to Wiglaf: "Master Wiglaf."

"Mom?" Wigraph froze for a moment.

She opened her arms again to hug her mother, but the woman in front of her retreated more and more. She was wearing a black robe, and the shadow of the hood covered her eyes, revealing only her straight nose and curvaceous chin.

Wiglaf desperately thought about her running, but could only watch his mother bowing respectfully to him go away, as if the surroundings suddenly turned into darkness, and the only mother with light was also going away...

Until Wiglaf was completely overwhelmed by darkness.

……

"Mom!" She sat up suddenly from the bed.

"Hey!" The girl's exclamation sounded in Wiglaf's ear.

The vigilance and conditioned reflex formed over the years made Wiglaf attack brazenly, restraining the exclaiming girl by the bed with his hands, and using his own weight advantage, he slammed her down on the bed and suppressed her.

After completing these actions subconsciously in a flash, Wiglaf's consciousness was barely awake, and he saw the girl in front of him clearly.

"Jina?!"

The girl whom Wiglaf met at the banquet of the Inuyama family made a deep impression on Wiglaf.

Zhen Na was pressed on the bed by Wiglaf's hands, her face was flushed, and she blinked her eyes and said: "Although I should be regarded as a life-saving favor to you, it's not quite right whether it's a promise by body or as a stepmother." Is it abrupt?"

"..." Wiglaf was silent for a few seconds, then turned over and got off the bed.

Because of the embarrassment just now, she subconsciously ignored her physical condition. After landing, her feet went limp, and her powerless body fell straight down, directly falling into Jin Na's chest.

The moment he fell down, Wiglaf, who was weak in body, finally realized one thing - no wonder Jinna was pressed by his hands and pressed on the bed, but she didn't show any painful expression.

"Yah!" Jin Na, whose chest was hit by Wiglaf, exclaimed again, her porcelain doll-like face blushing with blood.

"Sorry for the offense." Weiglaf raised his head from Jinna's chest, embarrassed.

"No...it doesn't matter," Jin Na blushed and waved her hands, "Anyway, Wiglaf is also a girl, so it's okay."

Wiglaf: ! ! !
I exposed? ! !

After panicking, Wiglaf's first reaction was to be thankful—fortunately, he found out that his daughter was only an unfamiliar outsider, Jin Na, and Lu Mingfei and others still didn't know her true gender.

……

In the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka, Bliss Hall.

"Come in." Kazama Ruri walked into her room, followed by Kitani Hisamie who bowed her head respectfully.

"My lord." Kitani Hisamie didn't dare to raise her head, even though the man in front of her was so beautiful.

"Take off your clothes." Kazama Liuli said.

Kitani Hisamie's body trembled.

"...Yes." She skillfully reached her belt and began to take off her coat.

She is already very familiar with undressing in front of men, and she is even more familiar with what will happen later.

It's just serving, she has long been used to it, and the act of undressing can't even cause the slightest disturbance in her heart.

This should have been the case, but a delicate face appeared uncontrollably in her mind, and the fingertips touching the soft silk fabric felt tingling, as if they were caressing thorns and leaves.

The clothes fell off one by one and fell to the floor until there were only two close-fitting clothes that covered her private parts.

"Okay," Kazama Liuli said, turned her head to the back of the screen and said, "Come here."

"Yes." A girl in a kimono with large sleeves came out, carrying a small bamboo basket covered with a brocade cloth.

"Lie here." Kazama Ruri pointed to the bed.

Kitani Hisamie lay face up on the bed.

Sakurai Kogure uncovered the brocade cloth, and in the bamboo basket were several small pots of paint, a writing brush, several needles, and a silk handkerchief.

Kazama Ruri picked up the pen, dipped it in the paint, and drew on the girl's flat white belly. The tip of the pen was cool, and Hisomie Kitani trembled unconsciously.

Kazama Ruri's painting skills are extremely superb, but in just a moment, he outlined a flirtatious poppy flower on the right side of Kitani Hisamie's lower abdomen.

Then he picked up one of the needles and lightly pierced into the skin where the flower was outlined.

Every time he pricked, Sumie Kigu trembled, and the tingling sensation from the contact between the needle tip and the skin crawled up her mind like a poisonous snake.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Hisamie Kigu's perception has become numb, and she heard Ruri Kazama's voice in her ear: "From now on, you are a member of the Ghost Clan."

She struggled to get off the bed, her fingertips were so cold that she almost felt uncontrollable: "Yes, my lord."

She lowered her head and saw a brand new tattoo had emerged on the right side of her lower abdomen. The petals were as red as blood, and it was shockingly red on her snow-white skin.

That poppy bloomed quietly on Kitani Shoumei's body, coquettish and depraved.

Sakurai Kogure picked up the coat and put it on her.

"Is there anything unusual about Shuten-douji?" Kazama Ruri raised Kitani Hisamie's chin and asked, staring into her eyes.

The air froze for a moment, Kitani Toshie looked straight into Kazama Ruri's eyes, timidly like a cub: "No...no."

"Continue to serve him." Kazama Liuli let go of her chin and said.

"Yes."

Kotani Toshie put on clothes, showing the bright red poppy flower on her lower abdomen, and walked out of the room.

PS: In the last chapter, someone was curious about where the first machine came from. You can go back to Chapter 2. Lu Mingfei thinks that Zero can cosplay Rei Ayanami.

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