After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Although it is a studio, it is more like an alchemy workshop.

Narrow, cramped, and crowded.

The old huge wooden tables are full of old scrolls, and the four walls are embedded with bookshelves as high as the ceiling. The gloomy spine of the books is soaked in the shadows, and the air is filled with the smell of stale books.

The young man sat stiffly at the table, his jet-black eyelashes drooping, his gaze fixed on a small spot in front of him.

"take it easy."

Mu Heng looked down and said in a deep voice, "You just need to translate, don't worry about making mistakes."

Shi An: "...good, good."

He took a slow and deep breath, forcing himself to settle down.

It's okay, hold on!

Shi An recalled the content of the previous book he had seen before. The last part of the previous book had already written the part about summoning dragons, and the next book should be able to see the main points immediately!

It doesn't matter if you don't cut to the point immediately, anyway, a whole book is in front of him, isn't that a casual turn!

——Then he might be able to find a way to restore his strength soon.

As for the translation... he just followed behind to catch the fish.

Anyway, he is now an ordinary human freshman, I guess the principal didn't have much hope for him... right?

Shi'an felt that his mentality had finally stabilized.

This is, Old Principal Pei came out of the studio, holding a stack of paper between his haggard fingers, and tremblingly came to the table.

He divided the paper in his hand into three stacks, one of which was placed in front of Shi'an.

Shi An: "...Huh?"

He blinked, stretched out his hand to pinch the stack of paper in front of him, and asked slowly: "Then, what about the original book?"

Principal Pei kindly looked at the teenager in front of him and explained: "The original book is too precious, so in general our translation is done against the copy, but rest assured, my assistant is responsible for the copy. , Guarantee 100% recovery."

Shi An: "..."

Is this what I worry about! ! !

He took a deep breath again, holding the last glimmer of hope, and looked down at the copied text in his hand.

What if, what if?

What if what is recorded here is exactly what you need? !

Shi An's gaze fell on the paper, sweeping across ten lines.

嚓——

His fingers tightened suddenly and scratched a few creases on the paper.

Principal Pei on the side took out his glasses, put them on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the transcript in the dim light: "Well... this should be an ancient human lingua franca, but it is grammatically wrong. Less variety, we have to push forward the book writing time we previously estimated, and if I read it correctly, a lot of dragon languages ​​should be used, which is very complicated."

He straightened his glasses with his fingers, squinted his gray eyes behind the lenses, and scanned the text in front of him roughly.

"Although I haven't translated it word by word, but...According to my experience, this part should be an explanation of the life habits of dragons."

Mu Heng raised his eyes and replied quietly: "As expected of you."

Principal Pei put down the text, and the deep and old gray looked at the indifferent silver-haired man in front of him through the lens, and slowly said: "Although I am old and old now, I am concerned about the abnormality that occurred during the actual combat test that day. I have also heard of...Of course I will not ask you to verify the authenticity of the rumors, but since you are here to ask me for help now, I am afraid you have no intention of concealing it?"

Mu Heng: "You are right."

He concealed the information that should not be disclosed, and briefly explained the current situation to Principal Pei.

Based on Mu Heng's desire to monopolize the dragon, he himself is unwilling to take the initiative to share this information.

However, the last brief contact with the mercenary group sent him a very bad message.

——In addition to him, there are more forces coveting the existence of the dragon.

In this case, he can only put his paranoia aside, mobilize all resources and forces, and use all methods, even extreme methods, just to be the first to find the dragon.

After listening to Mu Heng's description, Principal Pei fell into deep thought.

He weighed his words carefully and said slowly: "After ten thousand years, the phantom species reappeared on the mainland...This matter is indeed very heavy. Even if you are as old as me, you can't stay out of it. Sir, if you need my help. , Just speak at any time."

Mu Heng nodded: "Thank you very much."

"So, do you think the key to the whole thing should be in this book left by your ancestors?"

"Perhaps." Mu Heng said.

Principal Pei thought for a few seconds, then picked up the transcript at hand, and said: "That part...does it need to be skipped? Maybe what we need to find is a spell or something more practical—"

Mu Heng thought for a while and replied: "No need."

Principal Pei: "Oh?"

Mu Heng: "Since my ancestors chose to record these messages, they must not be completely useless. Even the most subtle and easily overlooked details may become key clues. This is what I am here to do. Why are you looking for help."

After all, the amount of work required for a fine translation of the whole article is too great.

Old Principal Pei thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, you are right."

At this moment, he seemed to think of something suddenly and turned to look at Shi'an: "Speaking of which, he is..."

Mu Heng nodded: "Yes."

Principal Pei showed a daze.

No wonder.

Whether it was Shi'an's talent for ancient languages, or Mu Heng's information that was so important in front of him was not hidden, it seemed to make sense.

Principal Pei carefully looked at the teenager not far away.

He hasn't said a word since just now. After burying his head low in a few thin sheets of paper, his soft hair hangs down, covering most of his white face, and he seems to have been translating seriously.

What a nice boy.

Old Principal Pei’s expression was slightly softer, he lowered his voice and asked kindly: "How is it, kid? How are you doing?"

Shi An was slightly startled, and raised his head to look at Old Principal Pei, with a pretentious calmness on his face:

"No, no progress."

What a humble child.

Old Principal Pei's eyes became more kind, and he said: "Ah, your talent is already one in a million. Don't be unconfident in yourself."

He encouraged: "Come, try, translate the first paragraph, read it to us, young people, don't worry about trial and error,"

Mu Heng nodded: "Indeed."

He lowered his silver-white eyelashes, his clear blue eyes looked at the young man who looked restless before him, and said:

"If there is any mistake, senior will correct you, don't be afraid of mistakes."

Shi An: "..."

He turned to look at the expectant Old Principal Pei, then turned to look at Mu Heng who was encouraging, weakly and helplessly squeezed the paper in his hand.

This this……

Shi An buried his head again, evasively dropped his gaze on the paper in his hand, and stammered:

"Dragon, dragon, dragon is a kind of..."

The roots of the white and delicate ears of the teenager quickly congested, and the whole one became red and hot, and the blush spread from the cheeks to the neck, like some kind of ripe fruit, which would break with the touch of a light, oozing sweet juice, he 'S voice became smaller and smaller, and finally gradually became almost as thin as a gnat:

"Desolate, licentious..."

Mu Heng's eyes were dark.

His fingertips hanging down beside him couldn't help but move, barely holding back the urge to squeeze his hands.

Principal Pei obviously didn't think much.

He stroked his beard and laughed: "Look, the translation is still good, you don't need to be shy, just try it a few more times in the future."

Shi An lifted the paper, covered his face, and gave a dull "um".

Since Mu Heng and Principal Pei are experts in this area, the work is progressing very quickly. However, due to their commitment to work, they forget the time when they get busy, and when they come out of the workshop, the night is already dark.

The moon is very round and extremely bright.

The moonlight came down and spread on the ground, like white frost and snow, bright and dazzling.

Shi An lowered his head and followed behind silently.

This afternoon, he was seriously pretending to be a quail, but the "academic exchanges" of the other two still unstoppable reached his ears, especially in such a serious tone to discuss... so strange content , It's so ashamed ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !

After being poisoned for an entire afternoon, Shi'an felt as if he was out of his body.

He followed Mu Heng numbly, his long tail drooping unconsciously, the whole dragon was like an eggplant beaten by frost, listless, like a walking dead.

Mu Heng stopped, turned his head to look at the teenager behind him, and asked, "Your dormitory has an entrance guard, right?"

Shi An nodded absently.

Mu Heng looked down at his watch.

At this point, I'm afraid I can't go back.

He seemed to think of something, raised his eyes and asked:

"By the way, how do you feel this afternoon?"

Shi An was taken aback and jumped back abruptly: "What, what?"

Mu Heng didn't seem to expect the other party's reaction to be so big. He raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Translation."

"...Oh." Shi An breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Heng squinted his eyes and looked at him steadily.

In the moonlight, the man’s silver hair is dazzling like a white flame, his eyebrows are deep, his deep blue pupils are hidden in the shadows, his expression is focused:

"What do you think it is?"

As Mu Heng asked this question, some bad content fragments got into his head uncontrollably.

Shi An stammered, "No, it's nothing."

Mu Heng took a step in Shi'an's direction without warning.

His legs were long, and the distance between the two was immediately shortened.

From a moment ago, the impulse that had been forcibly suppressed began to rise and cause trouble.

It was like a dark undercurrent surging in the bottom of my heart, bringing an unspeakable strange desire, forcing him to make actions that he felt out of the ordinary.

Mu Heng raised his hand, pinched the young boy's thin, white chin, and forced his face up in the opposite direction with a little force.

"Really?" His voice was low and calm, repeating without the slightest mood swing.

"nothing."

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, the rough leather gloves casually rubbed the boy's chin, although he didn't use much force, he still brought up a light red.

Mu Heng frowned slightly, and the ending sound rose, as if he was really wondering from the bottom of his heart:

"How come you blush so easily?"

He lowered his eyes, his unpredictable gaze fell on Shi'an's face, and his very existential gaze wandered in.

It really makes people... want to see more.

The author has something to say:

Of course you are reading the little yellow essays in public! ! ! Look scared to the child