After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

How does it feel to suddenly find out that the object of your heart is actually your long-standing enemy?

Mu Heng found it difficult for him to define what he felt at the time.

Shock?anger?hatred?

Neither seem to be available.

To be precise, at that moment, his mind went blank.

He silently and steadily stared at the young man not far away.

The opponent's golden-red vertical pupils were burning with endless flames, silver-white scales climbed up his cheeks, and his clear eyebrows were no longer harmless, but with inhuman treachery and evil.

gorgeous.

Mu Heng heard the humming of the long sword at his waist, as if responding to the trembling of the soul deep in his heart.

It took him a few seconds to realize that his sword hand was shaking.

Not anger.

This feeling is more complicated.

It seemed to be mixed with the excitement of killing, and the evil thoughts of desire, like the blood of an ancient butcher rushing through his veins, every cell in his body was trembling, screaming, and whispering.

Mu Heng walked towards the dragon.

The giant dragon in front of me is like a burning star, emitting light and heat endlessly outwards. The huge mass brings about the bending of space, with a destiny-like traction, which is irresistible like gravity.

The closer you get, the stronger that attraction becomes.

Mu Heng had no doubt that at that time he would stab the long sword into the dragon's chest without hesitation.

Just like he once promised.

The scales were cut open, the chest cavity was gouged out, and the heart was cut out.

Only then will this beautiful creature be completely his own.

Death is a stamp of ownership.

However, for some reason, Mu Heng hesitated for a moment when the dragon flew away.

Maybe it was because of the man in black who kept talking behind his back, or maybe it was... a face, a smile, and a murmur flashed across his mind at that moment.

Mu Heng stopped his pace, poured all his killing intent on the tip of the sword, and turned to kill the man in black who was still chattering behind him.

Really noisy.

Shut up quickly.

He was speaking to the man in black, and he was also speaking to a certain part of his heart.

Even... until he went to the abyss to look for the dragon, Mu Heng didn't fully understand what he wanted to do.

He just simply abandoned the human way of thinking, and indulged himself to act according to pure instinctive desires, chasing, longing, or killing.

The appeal of the bloodline is so clear and irresistible.

The closer he got to the dragon, the stronger his killing intent became.

The words of the man in black were very effective.

At that moment, Mu Heng clearly realized that the giant dragon is such a powerful, proud, free and unfettered creature, it will not stay for any human beings, nor will it belong to anyone.

Mu Heng heard his long sword humming, and let out a urging scream.

kill it.

own it.

monopolize it.

This is the only way.

Mu Heng stood on the edge of the deep pit and looked inward, with an inextinguishable killing fire burning in his chest.

He pressed his palm on the hilt of his sword.

However, for some unknown reason, he stood there without moving for a long time.

It was as if roots grew beneath his feet, buried deep in the ground, extending down from where he stood until they could no longer be pulled out.

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually became pale.

A ray of morning light broke through the darkness of the night, rose from below the horizon, and fell on the statue-like motionless man.

The golden-red light was like a veil, softly and slowly covering the young man's pure white body.

He looked so calm and serene.

Almost divine.

Finally, Mu Heng moved.

He opened his legs and walked step by step towards the bottom of the deep pit that was smeared black by the flames, letting the high temperature that had not yet dissipated burn his skin, making the soles of his shoes sizzling.

The man leaned over in the center of the pit.

Even at this moment, his right hand was still pressing on the hilt of the sword, and it seemed that in the next second, the cold light like water would come out of its sheath and silently kiss the opponent's white chest.

Mu Heng stretched out his hand.

His black gloves had burnt holes, exposing the bloody wound beneath.

He pressed on the boy's neck.

Under the fingertips, one can feel the other person's clear and steady pulse, beating regularly, as if holding life itself under the fingertips, as long as a little force is applied, it can stay forever.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes.

Bloody desire rolled in his eyes.

However, it was quickly replaced by another desire.

Little by little, he let go of the hilt of his sword, leaned over and embraced the boy in his arms.

The man lowered his head, and his blood-stained lips fell on the other's pale and cold forehead, as if lingering, lustful, and possessive.

The dragon is mine.

Shi An was brought back to Mu's old house by him.

Wen Yao has always held a disapproving attitude towards this matter. She believes that the existence of the giant dragon is a threat that cannot be ignored to the entire human race. It is a time bomb that will explode at any time. The unstable factors contained in it are too great It is too dangerous, because no one can guarantee that the dragon is not hostile to humans.

Put the lives of tens of millions of innocent people on the kindness of foreigners?

Wen Yao couldn't do this.

Zhuo Fu is just the opposite.

As a professional and dedicated practitioner of research, a living dragon inspired all his passions.

As the only fantasy species left in the world, the giant dragon has huge research value, not to mention the ancient language and characters that the other party may understand, and even the ancient spells that have been lost. This is simply a living dictionary!

And for some reason, he always had an inexplicable confidence in him that the dragon wasn't going to hurt any humans.

Even when chatting, he always refers to it as "Shi'an" instead of simply "Dragon".

Zhuo Fu always hoped to get in close contact with Shi'an, or study Shi'an.

Most of his experiments were beyond the reach of blood samples taken in volcanic craters alone.

Even just to get a little sample!

He begged Mu Heng.

However, he was ruthlessly rejected.

Although Mu Heng didn't tell Zhuo Fu the reason, but he himself was very clear about it.

Possessiveness is like a highly addictive poison, as long as it touches the lips, it cannot be quit. It is brewing and fermenting in the bottom of his heart like a dark swamp. This process is slow and irreversible.

Time is his.

No one will see, no one will know, no one will touch, no one will own.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the boy who was dragged to him by himself.

Humans are greedy.

So does he.

Shi An was stunned for a while, and some didn't react.

Soon, he blinked, followed Mu Heng's line of sight to look at his ankles, the silver shackles clanged, made the sound of metal colliding, and shone brightly in the sun.

"Eh?"

Shi An's eyes lit up little by little: "Is this for me?"

He still remembers that when he met Mu Heng for the first time, the other party put an equally shiny silver ring on his wrist.

How happy Shi An was at the time, how sad he was when the silver ring was taken away a few seconds later.

I thought it would be the same this time, but I didn't expect that this was really for him!

...albeit in a strange way.

Mu Heng: "..."

I always feel that the direction of the topic seems to be a bit different from what he expected.

Shi An blinked, and his eyes fell on the man in front of him:

"Speaking of which, you didn't bring your sword with you."

Mu Heng didn't know what Shi An wanted to say, but narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting quietly.

"Don't you want to kill me?" There was a look of extreme doubt on the boy's face.

Mu Heng shook his head slowly:

"I don't have that idea yet."

Shi An raised his pitch-black eyelashes, and the golden-red light flickered in the depths of his eyes, looking strange and evil:

"I am a dragon."

Mu Heng nodded: "I saw it with my own eyes."

Shi An: "Oh..."

He scratched his head, a little puzzled: "You humans are so strange."

The ambiguity in the air was completely interrupted in a strange way, and there was no way to go back.

He sat up from the bed, maintaining a strange posture with one foot still held in the opponent's hand: "So, let me understand, although you are not going to kill me, you are not going to let me go?"

Mu Heng: "Yes."

Shi An shook the chain: "Can this be untied?"

Mu Heng: "No."

Shi An said "oh" again.

He lowered his head, as if he was seriously thinking about something.

After a long time, Shi An raised his eyes, looked at the human in front of him, and asked, "Are you going to starve me?"

Mu Heng: "..."

He paused, and said dryly, "No."

Shi An thought for a while: "Can I play games?"

Mu Heng: "..."

"can."

Shi An: "Can I have ice cream?"

Mu Heng frowned: "Not too much."

Shi An: "Can you hug me to sleep at night?"

"..." Mu Heng replied, "Yes."

Shi An: "Okay!"

He is happy again.

Originally thought that the man in black took away his game console, ice cream, and warm embrace, but he didn't expect to come back so easily now! !

Why is there such a good thing in the world!

Mu Heng: "..."

He frowned slightly and asked:

"You don't want to leave?"

Shi An looked at him suspiciously: "Why did you leave?"

He counted on his fingers:

"You are not going to kill me first, you will raise me second, and you will hug me third."

If he had a choice, Shi An would rather sleep in the abyss cave for tens of thousands of years than go out. If he hadn't been forcibly awakened this time, he could still stay in his lair for tens of thousands of years.

Now it is simply his dream life!

At this moment, Shi An suddenly thought of something, and shrunk himself down to a palm-sized little dragon:

"Ah, speaking of it, it was so troublesome when I was a human being, and I couldn't do this directly."

The chains on the feet also shrank accordingly, and the sound of the collision became smaller and crisper, but it was not as obstructive as before.

While complaining, Shi An flapped his wings and flew into Mu Heng's arms very naturally, wrapped himself into a ball, stepped on his paws, and chose a comfortable position:

"If you don't care that I'm a dragon, tell me earlier, I'm tired of pretending to be a human every day."

Mu Heng: "..."

He lowered his head and looked at the little dragon lying in his arms, his expression became a little elusive.

"I'm going to have a chocolate parfait tonight, a big one."

I saw the silver-white little dragon raised his head, blinking a pair of beautiful red-gold vertical pupils, wagging the tip of his tail happily, and ordered very naturally:

"Come and touch me."

"Follow the scales."

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