After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Mu Heng sat on the piled up rocks, his long legs were slightly bent, and the skirts of his upper body were spread out, revealing the white bandage after being wrapped.

He raised his head and stared fixedly at the distant sky, a corner of the sky covered by wind and snow was reflected in the depths of his obscure blue eyes.

When Wen Yao arrived, what she saw was exactly this scene.

She subconsciously slowed down her pace and said slowly: "...sir."

Mu Heng withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look over.

His face became pale due to blood loss, and it almost merged with the residual snow behind him. His outline became more and more cold, and his eyes were sharp: "Has the Southern Canyon sent someone?"

Wen Yao was silent for a while, then said: "Sent, but..."

"But you sent the main manpower to find me, didn't you?" Mu Heng's voice was cold and harsh.

"--madness."

Wen Yao lowered her head, her expression as calm as steel: "...the subordinate is incompetent."

Even if she was given another chance, Wen Yao would still make the same choice.

Those students trapped in the southern canyon were also in danger, but as Mu Heng's subordinate, the chief's safety was her top priority.

Mu Heng stood up: "Let's go."

Wen Yao was taken aback: "...where are you going?"

In Mu Heng's state, the best place to go is the hospital, but judging by the other party's expression, it doesn't look like someone who is about to rest at all.

The man put on the dusty and snow-covered coat, his eyes were like unmelted ice:

"Clean up."

auction.

Chen Jia: "Quick! Move faster!"

He directed the team in front of him with an impatient expression: "Are you not full? Hurry up!"

Seeing the subordinates lined up in front of him carrying the treasure chest, Chen Jia frowned, looking extremely impatient.

The auction house was originally the property of the Chen family.

But Chen Yankang was beheaded by Mu Heng here with a sword, and Chen Yanming was still missing in Ai Wenxueyuan, seeing that the family power was severely damaged.

Chen Jia is the son of a collateral branch of the family.

After Chen Yankang's death, he was forced to step up and temporarily take charge of the auction house.

Therefore, they had to move the treasure quickly before the people from the administration came back, and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

At this moment, Chen Jia suddenly felt the ground under his feet shake slightly.

He was slightly taken aback, not sure if this was his own illusion for a moment.

The next second, a more obvious sense of vibration came immediately, dust fell from the dome, and there was a messy sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and everyone looked around in panic.

This is definitely not an illusion.

What, what's going on?

Chen Jia stretched out his hand to support the wall, and barely stabilized his figure, with a dazed and confused expression.

Earthquake?

"Crack-!"

The sound of rock cracking sounded from above, and cracks in spider webs spread across the specially reinforced dome.

"Crack!"

The huge, sharp claws sank in deeply, and then retracted forcefully!

The ceiling shattered into pieces under the terrifying force, and with the crackling of dust and rocks falling, the auction house, which was neat just now, immediately became messy and broken.

The humans below screamed and fled in all directions.

The thin sunlight poured in, clearly outlining the majestic and terrifying outline.

The silver-white giant dragon stood quietly on the dome, with a pair of golden-red icy vertical pupils condescendingly looking down at the scattered ants in front of it, as if staring at the dust under its feet.

Chen Jia's legs were already weak, and he had to rely on the support of the wall behind him to barely keep from falling to the ground. Under the coercion from the species and soul, he was dripping with cold sweat.

"Welcome, welcome!"

He heard himself scream in a terrified voice.

The magic-integrated attack beam hit the giant dragon in front of him like a rain of arrows, and landed on the opponent's hard silver scales, making a heavy sound like gold and stone hitting each other.

However, those powerful magical powers fell on the other party, but they didn't seem to cause any harm at all.

Instead, the dragon was enraged.

It exerted force under its claws, and the thick rock was as soft and fragile as paper soaked in water, and was easily crushed.

A huge hole was torn in the ceiling.

The giant dragon opened its mouth, its teeth were sharp and white, and they shone coldly in the sun.

He seems to know the location of all the fortifications in the auction house.

The scorching golden-red flame spewed out from his mouth, and the roaring fire wave roared, as if it could ignite the air at the same time. All the mechanical weapons and guards in the auction house disappeared in an instant. Under the overwhelming strength, there is almost no match for it.

This... how terrifying is this.

The giant dragon folded its wings and stepped into the auction house. The ground trembled, as if the sky was falling apart.

"Humanity."

He said in a low and thick voice:

"You took what didn't belong to you."

The giant dragon lowered its head, its vertical pupils shone like flames in the darkness, and its breath smelled like burning gunpowder:

"Now is the time for you to pay the price."

Chen Jia looked around, and belatedly realized that he was the only living person left here. He just woke up like a dream, knelt down with a plop, and begged in fear:

"Please! You, your treasure is here—"

He tremblingly pointed to the sealed treasure chest in the hall.

The humans who had previously carried them had fled in all directions, leaving them to be discarded in the center of the hall.

The giant dragon stretched out its claws, and the sharp claws slashed across. In an instant, the treasure chest burst, and the golden treasures poured out, shining a seductive and brilliant light in the half-lit hall.

——However, the number is far from enough.

"What about the rest?" he asked.

"Left, the rest are still in the warehouse!" Chen Jia stammered, pointing in one of the directions.

He hurriedly took out a metal magnetic card with blue light from his pocket:

"Here's the key—"

A wisp of black smoke gushed out from the dragon's palm. The black smoke opened its mouth, swallowed all the treasure chests on the ground, and then flew back to the dragon.

Shi An nodded and said politely, "Thank you."

However, before Chen Jia could breathe a sigh of relief, scorching flames spewed out from the dragon's throat, and before he could even utter a scream, he had already turned into fly ash in the blink of an eye.

The flames were controlled extremely delicately, and only burned the human body, but the clothes were not damaged at all.

There was no one left in the entire hall, and all the mechanical equipment, including the monitoring system, had been completely destroyed.

Shi An could feel the side effects on his body slowly fading away.

Soon, the position of the giant dragon was empty, replaced by a slender human teenager.

The young man stepped on the pool of blood delicately, his toes were round and cute, his fingertips were slightly pink, the contrast between scarlet and pale was particularly shocking.

He has no hair on his body, his limbs are slender, his complexion is white, as clean and soft as the first snow, only a pair of eyes still maintain the appearance of a dragon.

Standing naked among the wreckage and corpses everywhere, the boy has a thrilling and terrifying beauty.

Shi An walked forward without any scruples, stepping over the corpses on the ground unhurriedly, and came to the only complete piece of clothing.

He bent down to pick up the clothes, lightly shook off the black dust on them, and put the clothes that were one size larger than his body on his body. The slender waist, slender and soft limbs, all quickly covered by clothing.

Shi An rolled up his slightly longer sleeves and trouser legs, stepped into the one-size larger shoes, and then walked towards the direction the man pointed at just now.

Go through the long corridor, which ends in a huge vault.

The door of the vault made a beeping sound and slowly opened under the action of the magnetic card.

Shi An stepped into the vault.

His eyes moved and searched the room filled with countless gold and treasures, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

In the distance, the ability users stationed in the vault turned their heads subconsciously and saw the familiar clothes of the visitor.

He subconsciously wanted to say hello, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized something was wrong—even though the clothes were the same, they were completely different regardless of their height and shape.

He suddenly became vigilant: "Who!"

Shi An didn't answer.

The capable person attacked and turned into hundreds of phantoms, attacking the young man in front of him from all directions, with tricky angles, every move could kill someone.

The young man raised his eyes, and under his long eyelashes was a pair of vertical pupils like flames, looking in this direction silently.

His gaze was cold and calm, and he actually locked on to the only entity of the capable person among hundreds of phantoms.

How can it be!

The capable person was shocked immediately.

However, before he could react, his body seemed to be firmly held down by some invisible pressure, and his bones and muscles were whimpering overwhelmed, unable to move no matter what.

The other party slowly walked up to his eyes, pinched his throat with slender fingers, and lifted him up directly.

Shi An asked softly, "Where are my things?"

There are indeed a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in the vault, but they are not of high value, and they are not worth the collection he has carefully collected for so many years, and those precious gems listed in the collection list are completely missing.

The treasure in the chest outside is indeed his.

But too little.

The things contained in the dozen or so boxes are at most a little more than the treasures in the warehouse of the principal of Aiwen District. Shi An couldn't believe that there was only such a little treasure here.

He slowly tightened his fingertips, feeling the trembling sound of the other party's larynx between his fingers.

A suffocating "hehe" sound came from the throat of the capable user, his eyes were bulging, and he was powerlessly grasping the opponent's fingers tightly clasped around his neck.

The young man squeezed his throat, and moved closer, a pair of golden-red pupils shone with a cruel and indifferent light:

"Where's the dragon's treasure you stole?"

With a flick of Mu Heng's sword tip, scarlet blood fell on the white snow, looking like blooming red flowers.

Another headless corpse of a mercenary fell down, the blood sprayed from the neck cavity, it was frozen into ice slag by the severe cold before it landed, its wrist was broken, and one leg was thrown half a meter away, looking horrible.

Wen Yao followed behind Mu Heng, her lips were tightly pressed, and her eyes were worried.

Although Mu Heng's actions did not show that he was injured at all, as a confidant who has been with him for several years, Wen Yao can clearly feel that the current state of the officer is very wrong.

In the past, Mu Heng's fighting habit was to be fast, ruthless and accurate, like a god of death who was already used to killing, never inflicting too much pain, everything was for efficiency.

But this time...Mu Heng appeared rough and cruel.

It doesn't seem to be for a certain purpose, but more like——

revenge.

The man's eyes are very cold, like a dark blue vortex, no half of the light can shine in, with a certain kind of deep coldness, like a ruthless sharp blade, when they are swept away, they will subconsciously feel a kind of coldness. A phantom pain like a cut.

He indulged himself in killing.

It seemed that every mercenary standing in front of him was an enemy, and he vented his rage on the enemy.

Wen Yao felt panicked, but she didn't dare to go forward, nor did she dare to ask Mu Heng what happened.

Or...something happened.

At this moment, a member of the administration hurried forward and whispered something into Wen Yao's ear.

Wen Yao was startled, and a trace of joy welled up on her cheeks.

She turned her head to look at Mu Heng, and said, "Sir, good news! The students trapped in the southern canyon have been found!"

Mu Heng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked over.

The long sword in the man's hand was still slowly dripping blood, and his eyes without emotion were fixed on Wen Yao who was not far away.

He calmly asked slowly, "...what?"

"It seems that some students noticed something was wrong in this exchange meeting and informed other students, so they hid in time and were not involved in the battle!"

...the student is still alive?

In other words, the blood sacrifice was unsuccessful?

Mu Heng's eyes were slightly startled.

He subconsciously raised his hand and briefly touched his lower lip with his cold fingertips.