After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

[Most dragons will experience one to three molt periods in their lifetime, and after a short period of weakness, their strength will increase substantially. The more noble the blood, the more powerful the dragon, the more times it will molt. The longer the time.

After long-term research and observation, the skin-changing period of the fire dragon is twice, that of the black dragon is once, and that of the rock dragon is once...

Abyss Dragon has no data yet.

——Excerpt from Notes of the Mu Family]

Shi An stared at the huge black dragon in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Since breaking the shell, he has never seen other abyssal dragons other than himself.

So Shi'an doesn't know how many times the abyssal dragon should molt to reach the peak of its strength. Most dragons molt at most three times, and after three times, he has entered a period of stable strength that lasted ten thousand years. So he always thought that he, like other dragons, only had to shed his skin three times.

So, during those 5 years of sleeping, was she actually shedding her skin?

Shi An seemed to think of something suddenly, and suddenly looked down at his palm.

The thin light of snow in the distance spilled in.

The slender palm opened, and a layer of silver-white film slowly floated from the fingertips to the palm, and the tiny and delicate scales reflected the slight awn of metal texture.

Could it be that……

This is actually not the fading caused by lack of strength, but the scales that grew back after he shed his skin?

The reason why human Shi An's summoning was successful was actually because he accidentally encountered his fourth molt period?

That's why he was trapped in this human form during the period of weakness.

Shi An blinked.

Although he has never experienced such a long and strange molt period, but... there should be something similar this time and before, right?

Just like-

Shi An slowly moved forward, opened his mouth cautiously, and grabbed a corner of his own scales.

So sick!

Shi An frowned, and spat it out with a look of disappointment on his face.

what!So the skin that shed this time is actually inedible!

You can eat it every time before!

There was the clanging sound of a sharp weapon hitting the rock wall from behind, and the huge impact caused by the fluctuation of magic power echoed in the cave, becoming more and more clear.

Although the hardness of the rock wall is indeed extraordinary, under the continuous high-intensity attack, I am afraid it will not last long.

Shi An sighed.

time to go.

He raised his palm covered with brand new scales, and finally patted the head of Long Huai in front of him with nostalgia.

——but suddenly rushed to nothing.

Eh?

Shi An was startled, and looked up.

The huge, pitch-black dragon body as high as a hill, as if faded, turned into light spots from bottom to top, echoing in the huge pitch-black cave, like a bright whirlwind, rushing towards Shi'an.

The light spot poured into the young man's slender chest, and disappeared in an instant.

"Boom--!"

A huge vibration resounded through the mountain, and the solid rock that firmly blocked the passage was violently destroyed and burst open.

Sharp broken stones rustled and fell, and dust flew in all directions.

Behind the collapsed rock wall, the man's solemn face was revealed.

Mu Heng's brows and eyes were cold and deep, his long silver hair was blown by the strong wind, and his murderous intent was as cold as a knife's edge without restraint.

Not far behind the man, Wen Yao raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and coughed among the dust and gravel flying in the sky.

Through the fading dust, she looked eagerly towards the other side of the passage.

In the distance the cave was dark and empty.

The rocks above were cracked, revealing the gray sky, and there was no snow below, and the snowflakes fell from above, and were swallowed by the wet black ground in an instant.

Wait, dragon... where did the dragon go?

Wen Yao was stunned.

Subconsciously, she took a step forward and looked at the past inquiringly.

The cave was empty, and in the center of the cave, the giant dragon's huge figure had disappeared, replaced by a human figure.

I saw a boy crouching in the very center.

He lay there quietly, his body already covered with a thin layer of snow.

Wen Yao was taken aback.

That is……

At this time, a gust of wind passed by her ears, she turned her head in shock, only to find that Mu Heng quickened his pace without warning.

The man walked like the wind, and the hem of his clothes behind him lifted up, drawing a sharp arc.

It's just that Wen Yao was stunned, and the other party walked up to the boy.

Mu Heng stopped and squatted down.

He lowered his eyes, his emotionless eyes fell on Shi An.

The boy's body was slightly curled up, his hair was disheveled, his whole body was buried in the deep shadow, his pale skin almost melted into the thin snow on his body.

Second time.

If it can be explained by coincidence for the first time, but now, Mu Heng can't deny that in this, they seem to be firmly bound by some kind of hidden thread.

Somewhere, an invisible, irresistible magnetic force pulled them together.

It was as if fate was whispering in his ears, whispering in a language that humans could not understand.

Mu Heng leaned down, and with his fingertips brushed away the boy's hair that was blocking his eyes.

The subtle breath fell on his gloves, leaving behind a light layer of white mist. Although it was separated by a layer of fabric specially made for combat, Mu Heng still seemed to be able to feel the itch that seemed real and unreal. Through the thick gloves, silently resting on the skin, a hint of secret irritability rose in his heart.

Zhuo Fu's explanation flashed subconsciously in Mu Heng's mind.

...Princess?

There are both dragons and princesses.

What is his role in this role-playing?

A certain absurd answer is about to come out.

Mu Heng felt his heart flutter.

At this time, Wen Yao's cautious voice came from behind: "Sir, what's your next order?"

Mu Heng came back to his senses immediately.

As if trying to cover up something, he stood up abruptly, and immediately pulled back to stand half a meter away, as if the unconscious teenager in front of him was a dangerous scourge.

"The dragon should not be around anymore. Let the technical staff waiting outside come in and search the entire cave thoroughly, not letting go of any information."

The man has returned to his former indifference and competence, and all his emotional fluctuations are deeply hidden under the inhuman cold appearance. He ordered calmly and rationally:

"Contact headquarters, support is needed here."

Wen Yao: "Yes!"

She turned around, but before taking a few steps, she turned back and asked, "Sir, do you need to contact the medical team stationed in the camp?"

Mu Heng subconsciously looked down at the young man in front of him, then quickly withdrew his gaze:

"Well, just do it."

Wen Yao hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said hesitantly: "Um... sir, the stretcher has been here for a while, should we move Shi An away from there?"

The ground was covered with melted snow, half of Shi An's clothes had been soaked.

The temperature here is extremely low, the sky is freezing, and the melted snow is freezing at an extremely fast speed——Because of the low temperature, his face is pale and blue, his lips are bloodless, and he seems to be still shaking.

Wen Yao has a good impression of this handsome, well-behaved, and polite young man. Seeing him like this, I really can't bear it.

She looked at Mu Heng, and when she came into contact with his cold and tense face, she seemed to realize something suddenly, and explained:

"I understand that you don't want to have too much physical contact with people, I'll just..."

Unexpectedly, Mu Heng interrupted her almost without thinking:

"No, you still have tasks."

Wen Yao was taken aback.

Although she does have a mission, but... it won't take a few minutes?

Although Wen Yao was full of doubts, since Mu Heng had already spoken, she couldn't say anything, so she turned around and left in a hurry after giving a salute.

After all, Wen Yao believed that, no matter what, the officer would not let the victim lie in the ice water at a temperature of nearly [-] degrees below zero, and would probably order other people to do it after she left.

Mu Heng looked away.

He stared at the young man in front of him steadily for a few seconds, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he took a few steps forward, shortening the distance he had just opened, then bent down, and reached out to hug him up.

In his sleep, Shi An felt the heat emanating from his body, and shrank his whole body towards Mu Heng's embrace.

He arched his hairy head against the man's chest, as if he wanted to rub himself into the man's clothes.

Mu Heng's body stiffened slightly.

——He couldn't help thinking of the last time, when he found the same comatose Shi'an Shi in the cave.

At that time, the other party was also like this, crawling into his embrace as if afraid of the cold.

But the only difference is that at that time, the opponent's body was almost covered with wisps.

Although through the gloves and his own coat, he could still vaguely feel the soft and flexible texture of the young man's waist. For him who didn't like physical contact, it was as hot as a stove, and he wanted to drop it immediately, turn around and leave.

However, since he was the only one around at that time, Mu Heng couldn't leave the other party alone in that dangerous area, so he had to use the fastest speed to bring Shi An out.

This time was clearly better than last time.

At least Shi An was wearing a thick winter jacket that could completely cover his whole body, wrapped himself into a ball, and was full when he hugged him.

Moreover, as long as he wants, he can directly let others take over, or simply find a drier place to put the other party down.

But for some reason, Mu Heng felt that he was more upset now than last time.

The boy in his arms was shaking.

Although the clothes were thick, the unconscious trembling of the slender limbs was clearly transmitted, like some kind of small animal whose fur was soaked, subconsciously burrowed into the person's arms, trembling and relying on instinct to absorb warmth.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and looked into his embrace.

During his brief distraction, Shi An seemed to have finally found the most suitable position.

He curled up his whole body and snuggled in comfortably, almost wrapping his tail around the opponent's waist.

Although his face was still pale and his lips were blue and white, the frown between his brows finally relaxed a little.

Half of his face was buried in his clothes, only the smooth jaw and beautifully shaped lips were exposed, and the eyelashes were tightly closed, looking like some kind of fragile and fragile artwork.

Mu Heng's gaze paused slightly.

Inexplicably, Zhuo Fu's nonsensical joke rang in his ears again.

There is no repayment for the grace of saving life, when...?

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