“Alright, alright! Stop showing off!”
The Vampire Progenitor completely broke down.
She stomped her feet frantically in midair, her white hair flying in all directions.
“Are you the God of Creation Selar’s own daughter?! You sure hit the jackpot with this reincarnation!”
Lilith was so furious she pointed at Selina’s nose and cursed.
“You called for backup just to fight?! Are you even a noble Dragon Race?! Vile! Shameless!”
Selina’s eyes, still smiling, remained completely calm.
‘Of course, she knew very well that these top-tier powerhouses standing at the continent’s peak could definitely protect her.’
‘But the problem was, they were the family of the human Luo Lin, not Selina’s family. If she was exposed, there was no way she could explain this female body. How could a human have a silver dragon daughter? She would only be treated as a monster or a body-snatcher.’
‘If those insane inquisitors from the Church, whose brains were full of fanatical doctrines, found out, they would definitely take her for some terrifying monster that had possessed the Duke’s heir, directly bind her with heavy chains to the Inquisition’s stake, and burn her for three whole days and three nights!’
‘As for suspecting whether His Grace the Duke was a dragon rider—who would dare? Moreover, in the fragmented memories of the original owner, there was no such absurd family drama setup at all!’
But that didn’t stop Luo Lin from using this borrowed authority to bluff now.
Who couldn’t boast? Give her two more bowls of ale and she’d even claim to be the princess of the Supreme Dragon Race.
“Lilith.”
Selina slowly raised her hand.
The oversized men’s silk pajamas slipped off her round, delicate shoulders, revealing a flawless, jade-white collarbone.
With two pale, translucent fingers, she made an extremely disdainful gesture, pinching the old ring that shimmered with a dark red grimy light, casually swinging it in the crimson moonlight.
A trace of amusement quietly surfaced at the bottom of her originally cold, ice-blue eyes.
“Tell me. If I send this scrap metal of yours to the palace tomorrow morning and hand it over to my somewhat bad-tempered childhood friend, the Eldest Princess…”
Selina’s voice suddenly turned icy, carrying undisguised threat.
“Let her use the most, most, most pure-blood Phoenix’s Separation Fire to properly roast you and let you bask in the sun.”
“Do you think that sacred flame, said to incinerate all things, could burn your naughty little mouth, along with this ring, to ashes that don’t even remain?”
“Stop! You madwoman!”
Lilith let out a piercing shriek.
Her originally floating body dropped straight down onto the large velvet bed like a kite with a cut string, both hands desperately shielding the direction of the ring.
The Vampire Race was born with a fear of fire and light, an absolute terror engraved in their soul genes.
“You win!”
Lilith gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her red eyes were full of grievance and unwillingness. She looked up and glared fiercely at Selina.
“I admit defeat! I’ll find a way to solve your bloodline problem! Don’t go looking for that little phoenix who plays with fire!”
Selina flipped her wrist and closed the ring into her palm. She rested her chin on the back of her hand.
Lilith crossed her legs wrapped in white silk. She floated arrogantly in midair, swaying her white-silk-clad little feet back and forth.
The embarrassment from being shocked by Selina’s incredible background had vanished from her face. This old bat, who had lived for who knows how many years, had now gotten over her fright and was openly scrutinizing the silver-haired dragon girl before her with her crimson eyes.
Her ruby-like eyeballs rolled around. Her gaze swept from Selina’s cool jade-like silver hair, all the way down. Over her flat chest, over that stunningly beautiful face.
“So beautiful.”
Lilith rested her chin on her hand. She clicked her tongue in admiration. Her eyes were full of mischief.
“This cold temperament. These translucent white jade dragon horns. To be honest, small-fry lizard, this skin of yours now is far more pleasing to the eye than that mediocre human male body from the day.”
Lilith drifted closer. Her breath was like orchid, but with a strong smell of blood.
“Take my advice. Don’t change back. How nice would it be to just stay a pretty little female dragon?”
“Do you even have a solution or not?”
Selina put on a stern face.
The silver dragon girl irritably raised both hands and folded them heavily across her chest. The loose pajamas pulled tight, making her ethereal beauty even more apparent.
However, just as she was trying her best to appear fierce and impatient—
pop, a soft sound.
A lovely large tail covered in warm, jade-like white scales completely uncontrollably emerged from the edge of her sleep pants.
Because of its owner’s extreme inner irritation, the dragon tail thrashed wildly in the air.
pat, pat.
The tip of the tail kept slapping against the edge of the bed, making a dull sound.
A second ago she was pretending to be cold and throwing harsh words; the next second, her tail was wagging like a rattle-drum.
Lilith was stunned for a moment, then directly clutched her stomach, laughing hysterically in midair, her white-silk-clad little feet kicking wildly.
“Hahaha! You’re freaking out! Your tail’s wagging!”
Selina’s icy pupils sharply contracted. She pressed down on her extremely uncooperative tail with one hand, murderous aura spilling everywhere.
“I’m asking you. Is there a solution, or isn’t there?”
“There is, but… small-fry lizard.”
Lilith stopped laughing. She deliberately drew out her tone.
She leaned close to Selina, her scarlet eyes full of schadenfreude.
“The Dragon Race is a superior species on the Sera Continent. Much more powerful than your human bloodline. If you continue developing like this, your human soul will eventually be completely assimilated.”
Lilith extended a finger wearing a black lace glove, pointing it at the tip of Selina’s nose. She grinned and cheerfully delivered the fatal blow.
“By then, even if you want to turn back into a man, it won’t be possible. You’ll forever become a delicate, beautiful girl. Little kitchen boy, Young Master Lorin.”
Little kitchen boy.
Those three words echoed in the silent bedroom, precisely stepping on Luo Lin’s bottom line.
Selina let go of the hand pressing her tail.
Her previously irritated expression vanished instantly.
Being stared at and teased lecherously by a white-haired loli with eyes that looked at her as if she were a breathtaking beauty—
Selina’s male pride felt enormously provoked. A turmoil churned inside her heart. Her sense of manhood, a physical repulsion, rushed straight to her head.