After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Shi An: "...?!"

Mu Heng's fingertips were scorching hot, and with a purely cold sense of inquiry, they landed on him silently.

However, one thing Mu Heng said is correct, as a dragon slayer, his active touch is indeed more conducive to the absorption of magic power.

But as the speed of absorbing magic power accelerated, a strange and weird feeling rose deep in his body.

Shi An curled up subconsciously, trying to shrink herself into a ball.

At this moment, the anxious voice of the magic insect suddenly came from my ear:

"My lord! My lord!"

Shi An blinked, and it took him two seconds to realize that the monster should be communicating with him in the form of a soul.

"The authority's speed is faster than we imagined!" Its voice was urgent and urgent: "They have found their way up the mountain now, and they should reach you in at most 10 minutes!"

Shi An woke up from the chaotic state.

He broke free from Mu Heng's confinement, and tried his best to say in the most calm and majestic voice:

"Man, human being, your work is done, our deal is over, you can go."

"really."

However, unexpectedly, Mu Heng did not let go, but tightened his grip instead.

He lowered his eyes, stared at the giant dragon in front of him with deep and dark eyes, and said calmly, "Since this is the case, when we meet next time, we can fight with our lives without any scruples."

"At that time, my blade will no longer break on your scales."

Mu Heng's voice was very soft, as if he was telling an established fact very calmly: "I believe that the tip of your claws will not stop falling before tearing me apart."

Shi An was taken aback, not understanding what the other party wanted to say.

"So, there is one thing I need to make clear in advance."

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes, and suddenly pronounced two familiar syllables lightly:

"—About my friend, Shi'an."

When his name was called suddenly, Shi An subconsciously tensed up, and raised his eyes to look at Mu Heng.

"Since you have taken him away several times, I believe this name should be familiar to you."

The man has long silver eyelashes, and his blue eyes are unfathomable:

"He's been drawn into this fight to the death, isn't he?"

The corners of Mu Heng's lips lifted slightly, revealing a shallow smile with hostility: "Dragon is a species that can never reject its own instinct."

His voice gradually lowered: "Coincidentally, me too."

"So, the next time you take him away, I will cut open your chest, dig out your heart, and dedicate it to my princess."

"Transaction complete."

After finishing speaking, Mu Heng slowly let go of his hand:

"—I'm looking forward to our next confrontation."

Shi An's brain was a bit chaotic, unable to handle such a huge amount of information for a while.

At this moment, the voice of the magic insect came from his ear: "My lord, my lord, have you come out of the cave yet?"

Only then did Shi An come to his senses belatedly.

I want to go.

The giant dragon spread its wings on its back and flew out of the cave above its head.

The moment its figure disappeared into the cave above its head, the spell cast from outside dissipated at that moment.

"Quick! It should be right ahead!"

The noisy sound was mixed with the sound of messy footsteps, approaching the cave on the top of the mountain.

Wen Yao and her subordinates rushed over as fast as possible.

Before approaching the cave, she saw from a distance a familiar figure slowly walking out of the cave.

Wen Yao was both surprised and delighted: "Sir!"

Mu Heng's coat has been torn to pieces, the clothes on his body are still stained with dried blood, and his silver hair is spread out on his shoulders. He is in a state of embarrassment that Wen Yao has never seen before. However, although his face is pale, the expression on the man's face is still the same as before. His indifference and calmness, as if all crises are nothing to fear.

At the moment of seeing each other, that familiar and powerful sense of security finally returned.

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were almost slightly wet:

"Great, you're all right."

She looked around and frowned suspiciously: "That... dragon..."

Mu Heng interrupted her lightly:

"left."

With steady and calm steps, he passed Wen Yao and walked down: "Help me contact Zhuo Fu."

The man narrowed his blue eyes:

"He has something to give me back."

Although the time these few days is very short, there is one thing Mu Heng has already understood very clearly——

Without a sword, one cannot slay a dragon.

The whole body of the dragon is covered with indestructible scales, without any weak point, and the reason why it stays in his arms so reassuringly, I am afraid it is also clear, with my current means, it is impossible to hurt it at all .

It was precisely because of this that Mu Heng decided to "cooperate" with Long.

After these few days of living with the dragon, Mu Heng's desire to slay the dragon became more urgent.

This desire is deep and pure, without any love or hate, likes and dislikes.

He just had to have it.

And before this goal is achieved, apart from death, there is nothing that can stop Mu Heng from pursuing.

He took off his coat and threw it away, took a new pair of gloves from Wen Yao, and walked down while efficiently and quickly giving orders and asking about the progress.

At this time, Mu Heng noticed that Wen Yao suddenly stopped walking, showing a demeanor that hesitated to speak.

He frowned and asked:

"what happened?"

Wen Yao took a deep breath, summoned up her courage, and said with difficulty:

"Sir, it's my subordinates who are not doing well..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Shi'an...hasn't been found yet."

Mu Heng's expression suddenly froze.

His voice was extremely sharp, like a sharpened ice blade: "What did you say?"

Because the giant dragon has been staying with him for the past few days, and Shi An's strength is not bad, Mu Heng always thought that Shi An was out of danger.

Wen Yao's voice was difficult: "I, I started to send a search team on the day when the crack in the abyss disappeared, and searched the inside of the school, but the school is too large and there are not enough people—"

"While you are receiving treatment, I will use all my strength..."

Wen Yao looked at her immediate superior worriedly, and assured her with an extremely serious attitude.

However, Mu Heng didn't seem to hear it.

His face was cold, and he gritted his teeth word by word:

"Call everyone at once."

three hours later.

Wen Yao walked towards Mu Heng quickly, her eyes were shining brightly, and her breathing was rapid due to excitement.

She held the phone in her hand, covered the receiver with one hand, and said, "Sir, the person has been found!"

Mu Heng was startled, stood up, and strode over.

After a simple wash, the clothes and gloves on his body were completely new. Except for his pale complexion, Mu Heng looked almost the same as usual.

He took the phone from Wen Yao's hand and put it to his ear.

The old butler's voice came from the microphone: "Sir, are you looking for Shi'an?"

Mu Heng gave a shallow "hmm".

"He has been home for two days, but he may be too tired and has been sleeping." The old housekeeper's old and loud voice came through the microphone: "Do you need me to ask him to answer the phone—"

Only then did Mu Heng feel his heart let go.

He raised his hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "No need."

"I'll be right there."

Mu Heng hung up the phone, and looked at Wen Yao with sullen eyes: "So, for such a long time, you never thought of going to Shi'an's house for a call?"

Wen Yao: "..."

She bowed her head in shame.

In fact, in the past few days, all the members of the administration have focused their most attention on finding Mu Heng. No matter how much Wen Yao has a crush on Shi'an, a missing student is much different from Mu Heng's whereabouts. It's really not worth mentioning - even for Wen Yao herself.

Mu Heng is obviously aware of this too.

He narrowed his eyes: "There will be no next time."

The phone was thrown into Wen Yao's hands, and the boss's cold voice came from above her head:

"His safety will be the first priority of your work in the future, understand?"

Wen Yao was startled, and nodded blankly.

After finishing speaking, Mu Heng pulled up his overcoat that was draped over the back of the chair, turned around, and hurried out.

Beside the phone, Hei Yan and Mo Chong breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, caught up.

"Are you sure the butler hasn't received a call from the administration these days?" The devil worm asked a little worriedly.

Black Smoke: "Are you questioning my level of checking other people's memory?"

Demon Insect: "... just in case!"

After flying out of the cave, Shi An struggled to find the clothes he had previously hidden outside, and then flew back crookedly, leaving Hei Yan with the task of making an alibi.

It implanted memories in the butler downstairs, while Shi An went directly upstairs to sleep.

Eyeballs looked upstairs worriedly, and said, "Speaking of which, you should be fine, sir?"

"That's right, what's wrong, my lord? I don't feel like I'm in a good state." The devil worm showed a thoughtful look.

Black Smoke suddenly thought of something, and shouted "Oops".

"Could it be...could it be medicine..."

The monster was startled: "No way? So fast?"

Black smoke: "It is reasonable to say that it will not be so fast, but if the mana value is unstable, the effect of the potion will also be unstable..."

Demon worm: "...I'm stupid! You didn't fucking say it earlier!"

Eyeballs looked blank: "What are you talking about?"

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

The old butler who didn't realize it ran to open the door.

The three monsters suddenly fell silent.

The devil asked dryly: "I remember... just now Mu Heng seemed to say on the phone that he will be here soon?"

The silver-haired man stood outside the door with calm eyes and a straight back.

"Sir, you're here." The old butler bowed to let him in, with a kind smile on his face: "You don't have to come here yourself..."

Mu Heng shook his head: "I insist."

He raised his eyes, glanced at the top of the stairs, and asked, "Shi'an is on the top?"

The butler nodded: "Yes."

He sighed:

"Haven't been downstairs since he came back and I'm worried about him...

Mu Heng: "I'll go see him."

He was ushered into the villa.

Since he already knew the way to Shi'an's room, Mu Heng declined the old housekeeper's lead.

With his coat over the crook of one arm, he walked up the stairs.

The corridor was very quiet, and at the end not far away, the door of Shi An's room was closed tightly.

Mu Heng walked to the door, bent his knuckles and wanted to knock on the door, but at this moment, his brows frowned.

Through the door panel, a heavy and painful breathing could be vaguely heard.

Mu Heng's pupils shrank.

Before he had time to think, the action on his hand had already happened.

The door was pushed open.

Shi An's room was very dark, the curtains were closed indiscriminately, and the dim shadows enveloped the small space.

The bed in the darkness and the boy under the quilt can be seen vaguely.

"Shi'an?" Mu Heng frowned, subconsciously lowered his voice: "Are you okay?"

He closed the door behind his back and walked towards the bed.

The small half of the boy's face was immersed in the shadows, appearing as fine and white as porcelain. His long and dense eyelashes were hanging down, shaking tremblingly, and his narrowed eyes were dripping with water.

Mu Heng sat lightly on the side of the bed, took off his gloves, and touched the sweaty forehead with his fingertips.

"not comfortable?"

The moment he was touched by the man's dry and warm fingers, Shi An's body trembled, he raised his eyes, and his breath was thin and chaotic:

"Well……"

His voice was hoarse, with a tinge of crying:

"Uncomfortable."

Mu Heng's fingertips paused slightly.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily, and his voice became a little hoarse:

"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

However, before he could withdraw his hand, he was grabbed by the young man's slender and cold fingers.

Shi An dazedly pressed his face to it.

Unlike the temperature of his fingers, his face was hot and delicate: "...don't go to the hospital."

The boy muttered:

"You touch me."