After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

What is it like to suddenly find that the object of your heart is the enemy you have been tracking for a long time?

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

Shock? anger? hatred?

It doesn't seem to be at all.

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

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

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

gorgeous.

Mu Heng heard the sharp buzzing 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 was shaking.

Not anger.

This feeling is more complicated.

It seemed to be mixed with the excitement of killing, and the evil thoughts wrapped in desire, like the blood of an ancient butcher rushing in his blood vessels, 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, radiating endless light and heat outward. The enormous mass brings about the bending of space, with a fate-like traction, which is irresistible like gravity.

The closer, the stronger the attraction.

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

As he had promised.

Cut open the scales, gouge the chest cavity, and cut out the heart.

Only in this way can this beautiful creature completely belong to itself.

Death is a brand that declares ownership.

But, don't know why, at the moment the dragon flew away, Mu Heng hesitated for a moment.

Perhaps it was because of the black-robed man who kept talking behind him, or maybe it was...at that moment a face in his mind, with a smile and a whisper.

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

It's noisy.

Hurry up and shut up.

He was talking to the black-robed man, and he was also talking to a certain part of his heart.

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

He simply abandoned the human way of thinking, and indulged himself in following pure instinctive desire to act, chase, crave, or kill.

The call of blood is so clear and irresistible.

The closer he gets to the dragon, the greater his killing intent.

The effect of the black robe man's attack is obvious.

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

Mu Heng heard his long sword buzzing and screamed urgingly.

Kill it.

Own it.

Monopolize it.

This is the only way.

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

He put his palm on the hilt of the sword.

However, for some unknown reason, he stood there and did not move for a long time.

It was like roots deep under the ground had grown from under his feet, extending downwards from where he was standing, until he could no longer be pulled out.

As time went by little by little, the sky gradually became white.

A ray of morning light broke through the dark night, rising from below the horizon, and falling on the sculpturally motionless man.

The golden red light was like a layer of veil, softly and slowly covering the boy's white body.

He looked so quiet and serene.

Almost divine.

Finally, Mu Heng moved.

He opened his legs and walked step by step toward the bottom of the pit that was smeared black by the flames, letting the undissipated heat burn his skin, causing the soles of his shoes to make a noise.

The man leaned down in the center of the pit.

Even at this moment, his right hand is always on the hilt, it seems that in the next second, the cold light like water will unsheath, and silently kiss the opponent's white chest.

Mu Heng poked his hand.

His black gloves had been burnt through holes, exposing the **** wounds under them.

He pressed it against the boy's neck.

Under the fingertips, I can feel the other party's clear and steady pulse, beating regularly, as if holding life itself under the fingertips, just a little bit of force can make it stay forever.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes.

Bloody desire rolled in his eyes.

However, it was quickly replaced by another desire.

He loosened the hilt little by little, leaned over and hugged the boy into his arms.

The man lowered his head, and his **** lips fell on the opponent's pale and cold forehead, like a flock, like lust, like possession.

The dragon is mine.

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

Wen Yao always disagrees with this matter. She believes that the existence of the giant dragon is an unignorable threat to mankind as a whole. 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 top of the kindness of foreign races?

This is something Wen Yao can't do.

Zhuo Fu is the opposite.

As a professional and dedicated research practitioner, a living dragon aroused all his enthusiasm.

As the only surviving fantasy species in the world, the giant dragon holds great research value, not to mention the ancient languages ​​and ancient characters that the other party may understand, or even the ancient spells that have been lost. This is simply a living dictionary!

And don't know why, he always has an inexplicable confidence that the dragon is not going to hurt any human beings.

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

Zhuo Fu always hopes to be able to get in touch with each other closely, or to study Shi'an.

Only relying on blood samples taken from the crater, most of his experiments could not be achieved.

Even a little sample is good!

He begged Mu Heng.

However, he was ruthlessly rejected.

Although Mu Heng did not tell Zhuo Fu the reason, he himself knew it very well.

Possession is like a highly addictive poison. As long as he touches his lips, he cannot quit, brewing and fermenting in his heart like a dark swamp. This process is slow and irreversible.

Shi'an belongs to him.

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

He lowered his eyes and looked at the young man who was dragged in front of him by himself.

Humans are greedy.

He is the same.

Shi An was stunned, some did not react.

Soon, he blinked and followed Mu Heng's gaze to look at his ankle. The silver shackles clinked, making the sound of metal collision, shining dazzling light 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, and a few seconds later, when the silver ring was taken away, how sad it was.

I thought it was the same this time, but I didn't expect this to be given to him!

...Although the way is a bit strange.

Mu Heng: "..."

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

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

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

Mu Heng didn't know what Shi'an wanted to say, but narrowed his eyes slightly and waited quietly.

"Don't you want to kill me?" An extremely puzzled expression appeared on the young man's face.

Mu Heng shook his head slowly:

"I don't have this idea for the time being."

Shi An raised his jet-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 take care of it. 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 thinking seriously about something.

After a long time, Shi An raised his eyes, looked at the human being in front of him, and asked, "Will you 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 eat ice cream?"

Mu Heng frowned: "Not too much."

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

"..." Mu Heng replied: "Yeah."

Shi An: "Okay!"

He was happy again.

I thought that the black-robed man had taken away his game console, ice cream, and warm embrace, but I 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 are you leaving?"

He broke his fingers and counted:

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

If he could choose, Shi An would rather sleep in the abyss cave for tens of thousands of years than going out. If not forcibly awakened this time, he could stay in his lair for tens of thousands of years.

Now it is simply the life of his dreams!

At this moment, Shi An suddenly thought of something and shrank himself into a palm-sized dragon:

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

The chain on the foot also shrank, and the collision sound became more delicate and crisp, but it was not as in the way as before.

Shi An complained, flapping his wings, flying into Mu Heng's arms extremely naturally, turning himself into a ball, stomping on his paw, and choosing a comfortable posture:

"If you don't care if I am a dragon, say it earlier. I'm so tired 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 large portion."

I saw the silvery-white dragon raised his head, blinked with a pair of beautiful red-gold vertical pupils, happily swinging the tip of his tail, and commanded naturally:

"Come and touch me."

"Follow the scales."

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