Chapter 400 Wiglaf: Oops, Exposed!

"Wiglaf Dreman Beowulf, he is a dragon-slaying warrior who is worthy of the heroic spirit of his ancestors. As the next generation heir of the Beowulf family, he has proved his glory with his blood. Now, we In the name of the family, erect 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 contemporary patriarch of the Beowulf family, the only old man who is qualified to call himself directly by the family name "Beowulf", stands on a marble round platform, surrounded by a dozen men and women of different ages.

Beowulf recited a brief eulogy in his usual cold and straightforward tone. The family's mourning meeting was as efficient and indifferent as their fighting style, even if the dead warrior was the grandson of the current patriarch, the future Beowulf. The head of the house.

"Mom," the white-haired girl stood next to the woman and gently tugged on her trousers, "Is daddy dead?"

The girl has rare long silver-white hair, the tip of which hangs down to her waist, like a piece of shining silk.

She and her mother were the only women present. Only men in the Beowulf family could become 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." Chief Beowulf lowered his head and looked down at his great-granddaughter. "A month ago, the family discovered signs of dragon activity near the Arctic Circle. You His father led an elite team to slay the dragon, but all of them disappeared. Only his sword was found by a subsequent search and rescue team."

"Why did daddy 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 held her head high, pointed her index finger on her lips, and repeated this sentence in confusion.

…

"Baby boys in the Beowulf family will be fed a drop of dragon blood crystal when they are born. This crystal is both a holy medicine for evolution and a deadly poison for hybrids." Beowulf lowered his head and stared in front of him. The girl said, "Do you know why families feed dragon blood crystals to their offspring when they are babies?"

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

"Because only newly born babies have no desire for power and power, only the desire for survival," the Beowulf patriarch said slowly. "When an adult takes dragon blood crystals, the desire in his heart will continue to push him. Asking for more power from the dragon's blood, he cooperated with the dragon's blood to transform himself, until he completely degenerated unknowingly and became a deadpool whose consciousness was equivalent to death. The baby did not understand the beauty of power and power, and had no idea. Having tasted this poison that is more deadly than dragon blood, in order to survive, the baby will instinctively resist the dragon blood, but is more likely to be able to survive the transformation of the dragon blood."

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

"No, I'm just telling you about the risks involved." Patriarch Beowulf took out a small wooden box and opened it, revealing three blood-colored gems the size of mung beans. "I won't stop you, but with your current bloodline, If you want to be equal to your father, you need to take two dragon blood crystals. If you want to surpass him, you have to take three dragon blood crystals. For each additional dragon blood crystal you take, the dragon blood will corrode you. It will be improved several times.”

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

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

"Then when I am buried, can I wear the skirt with the little butterfly on it that my mother gave me?" the girl asked again.

"If you can't withstand the erosion of dragon blood, you will directly become a high-level deadpool, and your body will be highly alienated, and you will no longer be able to wear your previous clothes." Chief Beowulf said.

"What a pity..."

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

“Ahhhhh——”

The burning sensation like a flame completely invaded her senses.

…

"From now on, you will be renamed Wiglaf, and you will be the leader of the next generation of the Beowulf family." Chief Beowulf said.

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

"Yes, Patriarch." Wiglaf stood in front of the Patriarch, raising his head and revealing his blood-gold eyes.

"This is the sword left by your father, Wiglaf, the previous generation, 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 Remember, this sword can only exert its power when it comes into contact with water."

"Yes!" Wiglaf took the sword hilt solemnly.

"Come to the martial arts arena tomorrow and I will train you myself."

"yes!"

…

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

"Mother!"

Wiglaf cheered, opened his arms and ran towards his mother.

The mother subconsciously stretched out her hand, but immediately retracted it and stepped back to avoid her daughter's hug.

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

"Mom?" Wiglaf was stunned for a moment.

She opened her arms again and wanted to hug her mother, but the woman in front of her was retreating further and further. She was wearing a black robe, and the shadow of the hood covered her eyes, revealing only her high nose bridge and graceful chin.

Wiglaf desperately thought about her running, but he could only watch his mother who bowed respectfully to him walk away. It seemed that the surroundings suddenly turned into darkness, and the only mother with light was also walking away...

Until Wiglaf was completely submerged in darkness.

…

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

"Hey!" The girl's scream sounded in Wiglaf's ears.

The vigilance and conditioned reflex developed over the years made Wiglaf take action boldly, restraining the girl who was screaming by the bed with his hands, and using his weight advantage to slam her down on the bed and suppress her.

After subconsciously completing these actions in a flash of lightning, Wiglaf finally regained his consciousness and saw the girl in front of him clearly.

"Mana?!"

Wiglaf was deeply impressed by this girl he met at the Inuyama family banquet.

Zhenna was strangled by Wiglaf's hands and pressed on the bed. Her face was crimson and she blinked her eyes and said: "Although I should be considered as a life-saving grace for you, it is a bit uncomfortable whether it is to promise me my body or to recognize me as a foster mother. Is it abrupt?"

"..." Wiglaf was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned over and got out of bed.

Because of the embarrassment just now, she subconsciously ignored her physical condition. After landing, her feet softened, and her weak body fell straight down, directly falling into Jinna's chest.

The moment he fell, the weak Wiglaf realized one thing - no wonder Jinna was strangled by his hands and pressed on the bed without showing any pain.

"Hey!" Zhenna, whose chest was hit by Wiglaf, exclaimed again, her porcelain doll-like face red and bleeding.

"Sorry, I'm offended." Wiglaf raised his head from Zhenna's chest and said awkwardly.

"No...it doesn't matter," Mana blushed and waved her hands, "Wiglaf-chan is a girl anyway, so it doesn't matter."

Wiglaf:! ! !

Am I exposed? ! !

After panicking, Wiglaf's first reaction was to be happy - fortunately, he discovered that his daughter was only an outsider, Zhenna, who was not very familiar with her. Lu Mingfei and others still did not know her true gender.

…

In the mountains outside Osaka, Kukakukan.

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

"Sir." Kugu Shoumei 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 Hisamee's body trembled.

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

She was already very familiar with taking off her clothes in front of men, and she was even more familiar with what would happen next.

It was just serving, and she had long been used to it. The act of taking off her clothes could not even cause the slightest stir in her heart.

This should be the case, but a delicate face emerged uncontrollably in her mind, and her fingertips that touched the soft silk fabric felt tingling, as if they were stroking thorns and leaves.

The clothes were taken off one by one and fell to the ground until only two pieces of underwear covering the private parts were left.

"Okay," Kazama Liuli said, turning to the back of the screen and said, "Come over."

"Yes." A girl wearing a long-sleeved kimono came out, carrying a small bamboo basket covered with brocade.

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

Kitani Tomee lay on her back on the bed.

Sakurai Kogure opened the brocade cloth and found a few small jars of paint, a brush, a few needles, and a silk handkerchief in the bamboo basket.

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

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

Then he picked up one of the needles and stabbed it lightly into the skin that outlined the flower.

Every time he pricked her, Koutani shivered, and the stinging sensation from the contact between the needle tip and her skin crawled up her mind like a poisonous snake.

I don't know how long it took, but Kugu Shoumei's senses had become numb. She heard Kazama Ruri's voice in her ears: "From now on, you will be a member of the Fierce Ghosts."

She struggled to crawl out of bed, her fingertips so cold that she almost felt out of control: "Yes, sir."

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

That poppy flower bloomed so quietly on the body of Koutani Jumei, seductive and depraved.

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

"Is there anything strange about Shuten-douji?" Kazama Ruri raised Kitani Juumie's chin and looked into her eyes and asked.

The air froze for a moment, and Koutani Jumei looked directly into Kazama Ruri's eyes, timidly like a young animal: "No...no."

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

"yes."

Kitani Hisamee put on her clothes, revealing the bright red poppy flower on her belly, and walked out of the room.

PS: In the last chapter, some people are curious about where Unit-01 came from. You can go back and read Chapter 260. Lu Mingfei thinks Zero can cosplay Rei Ayanami.