After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Ever since Mu Heng and Long disappeared together, the entire administration has fallen into a weird stalemate.

This state of being under the control of the enemy is something the Administration does not want to see, but their strongest combat power and greatest reliance are now unclear, so they can only wait in this awkward state.

Zhuo Fu squatted in the research institute, always paying attention to the fluctuation reports from all over the continent.

In just one and a half days, the abnormal fluctuations in the central area, which had been red across the board, had miraculously disappeared.

Unlike other people in the authority, he was not worried about Mu Heng at all.

Zhuo Fu understood now.

This one is probably eager to be snatched away by the dragon.

They might be very happy to be the dragon's spoils or something.

He rolled his eyes.

Inside the chief's office.

The director of the management bureau sat at his desk with a calm face, staring fixedly at the thick stack of documents in front of him.

He didn't like their situation very much.

Pinning the safety and all hopes of human beings on a non-human species that is too powerful and cannot be restrained... This is really too dangerous.

He originally wanted to contact Mu Heng to discuss countermeasures, but after the phone call ended, all the positioning signals of the other party were cut off and disappeared.

Obviously, the road is completely blocked.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand tiredly, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

At this moment, his personal assistant came over, leaned over to him, and whispered something in a low voice.

"What?" The chief was surprised.

He frowned, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he finally made up his mind: "Get the signal in."

The assistant nodded.

Soon, a strange face appeared on the screen.

Half of his face is unremarkable, without any distinctive features, it looks very ordinary, except for a pair of thin eyes with hostility.

But the other half of the face had several ugly scars across it, which seemed to have been left not long ago. Under the light, it glowed an ugly flesh pink color, and looked very bad, as if a serious injury had not healed.

"Hello, I have long admired your name."

He smiled slightly: "My name is Xu Feng, the current leader of the mercenary group.

I believe we now have the same enemies and goals. "

The Director of the Bureau's heart tightened, but he didn't show it at all on his face.

His face is like a complete, hard marble statue, the brows, eyes, and nose are straight and hard, like the embodiment of willpower, and there is no trace of any emotional fluctuations on his face:

"How to say?"

"We know people and don't speak dark words."

Xu Feng raised his chin, and said slowly and restrainedly: "Dragon."

"Dragons are an unspoken open secret among us, besides the common people, now, aren't they?

However, I think most humans don't realize how formidable this monster is.

It has been so long since any Phantasmal Species have appeared on our continent that we have all forgotten the horrors our ancestors once experienced. "

He pointed to the scar on his face: "Look, this is the consequence of underestimating the enemy."

The director of the administration said slowly: "Oh?"

He narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you have already had the experience of confronting a dragon briefly, how does it feel?"

Xu Feng's expression was slightly gloomy.

He smirked: "Alive, this is the best ending, isn't it?"

Although Xu Feng's face seemed calm, his heart was actually dripping with hatred.

Except for him, no one knows the exact extent of the loss - the mercenary organization he created with half his life almost collapsed, the capital chain was broken, manpower was in short supply, the people under him complained, and there were voices of dissatisfaction everywhere Well, the organizational system that used to spread across the entire continent now only has its current appearance. They can only hide in the remaining bases that have not been wiped out, waiting for the wind to pass.

This is the first time in Xu Feng's entire life.

The director of the administration's gaze fell on the other party's face, he nodded and agreed:

"Obviously, it is."

After facing the legendary dragon, being able to save a life, and even have the resources and ability to negotiate with the Administration, has already proved the strength of the other side.

He pointed his fingertips together and asked:

"So, what proposal do you have for our common enemy?"

Xu Feng has completely recovered at this moment:

"I know how to send that dragon back to the abyss."

The director of the bureau subconsciously straightened his back.

Xu Feng slowly pulled out a smile, and added:

"Or, I know who can do it."

The director of the administration narrowed his eyes: "I would like to hear more about it."

"Of course it's the one who summoned it to this continent in the first place." Xu Feng smiled.

Behind him, a person who was tightly chained appeared.

The black robe on his body was already tattered, his messy white hair had lost its luster, and his face was wrinkled and ugly.

The young man had already turned into a half-dragon, with silver-white scales faintly appearing on his skin, his eyes were golden-red, he carried two wings, and his long dragon tail curled weakly around the man's arm.

In him, inhuman and human qualities intertwine in an eerie and beautiful way.

how beautiful.

Mu Heng's kiss landed on the half-covered eyelashes of the other party, and the golden red vertical pupils were shrouded in a layer of water vapor, like gems soaked in the color of water.

The dragon wings folded and stretched.

They grow from Shi'an's shoulder blades.

The membrane of the wings is cold and hard, and the bones underneath are light but strong, able to support the dragon's body in the air, but also light enough to be lifted by a gust of wind, with sharp bony spurs protruding from the outside, making the dragon a race of strength and goodness. The characteristics of war are undoubtedly reflected.

However, at this moment, the pair of dragon wings trembled in Mu Heng's palm.

As if dying, trying to break free from the trap, the tips of the wings trembled slightly, and the scales at the end of the wings were almost completely integrated with the human skin, and a layer of delicate and soft silver-white surface appeared. pink.

They are in the cave now.

This is exactly the cave that was half collapsed before, but at this moment, it has been restored and fixed by Mu Heng's magic power again, and it has almost completely returned to its previous appearance - except that the entrance of the cave is tightly blocked.

Sunlight fell from the cracks in the rocks above his head and sprinkled on the boy's body.

I don't know if it's because of the scales, or some other ancient, but he seems to be glowing.

Mu Heng faithfully fulfilled his promise.

——"Continue what you didn't finish last time."

He leaned against the rock wall with his coat spread on the ground, while Shi An himself sat on his lap, leaning softly in his arms.

It is almost a perfect one-to-one replica of the last time.

However, not only was Mu Heng not injured this time, but he was also sane and had sound memory.

more importantly……

This time there are no three untimely monsters to disrupt the situation, and there will no longer be any magical potion that can prevent the next thing from happening.

Mu Heng smiled.

Although Shi An is not completely clear about his situation, as a fantasy species, he has a very keen sense of danger.

Instincts are beeping in the depths of consciousness, but the strength of the limbs seems to be pulled out of the body, and the body and soul are separated, like gears that are not meshed precisely, making a rattling sound in a daze .

He feels...

It's like falling into the deep sea.

Everything around was oppressed, the inside and outside of the body seemed to be boiling at the same time, everything was dark, and the direction could not be found even if you stretched out your hand, there was an undercurrent of ignorance in all directions.The feet are light and fluttering, as if they are falling.

Shi An was very puzzled by the strong sense of weightlessness.

Obviously he can fly...why does he keep falling down?

Mind chaos.

It's like being squeezed between the two most extreme environments.

On one side is the dry, icy air that smells of remnant snow, and on the other side is the scorching hot body temperature of human beings, as if trying to melt him, firmly imprisoning him.

too weird.

Shi An couldn't help but began to sob softly.

He blinked, his eyes were misty and half-opened vaguely, every time his dark and wet eyelashes trembled, tears would fall, and all the tears would be gently kissed by his hot lips before they fell.

At this moment, a man's deep and hoarse voice came from his ear:

"Does it hurt?"

Shi An nodded.

"Tell me what's bothering you."

Shi An shook his head vigorously.

The opponent's fingers were scorching hot, and there were thin calluses on the fingertips from holding the sword for a long time, rough and flexible.

"Is it here?"

There was a dull hoarseness in the man's voice: "...it's still here."

The body of the boy in his arms bounced up suddenly, his white body was like a tight bowstring, fine sweat leaked from his skin: "No——not——"

With a hoarse voice, more tears flowed down, and he pushed the opponent's shoulder with the palm of his hand:

"You let go!"

Unexpectedly, the other party easily obeyed: "Okay."

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, and gently kissed the other party's moist and hot eyelids, sucking away more tears that fell down:

"Did you forget it?"

"I'm yours."

The human said in a respectful tone—if one ignores his movement of firmly restraining the opponent's waist.

"Your spoils."

"—your princess."

Mu Heng's eyes were filled with deep darkness, like the sky before the storm.

But his voice is extremely soft, all the aggression is perfectly hidden, without any trace, slowly and softly inducing:

"You can give me orders."

"Anything is fine."

Mu Heng did not move, but waited patiently.

The young man bowed his body, and once the side effects of being suppressed for a long time erupted, the destructiveness would be indescribable.

He bit his lip, and his lower lip was tortured into a soft bright red, like a crushed petal, and a light red sweet juice would ooze out with a slight touch.

The brain is rapidly, step by step becoming confused.

The rational part is attacked, and the instinct is gradually winning.

He struggled.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The man stretched out his hand, pressed Shi'an's lower lip with his warm fingers, and gently pressed his fingertips under the tip of the opponent's teeth, preventing the opponent from biting further, and liberated his tormented lower lip.

"need my help?"

Mu Heng kissed the other party's earlobe, and his hoarse voice penetrated into the boy's cochlea with a warm breath, causing the other party to tremble:

"Hey, tell me."

"What do you want me to do?"

The boy's eyelashes trembled twice. Under the temptation of the other party, he struggled to raise his eyes in confusion.

He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and there was a thin crying sound:

"Help... help me."

Mu Heng smiled silently.

He leaned down and pecked away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes: "Good boy."