After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Seeing that Mu Heng had not come over, Shi An raised his eyes and looked at the door.

I saw the other person standing silently at the door, frowning, his expression unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shi An put his chin on the pillow in his arms, and tilted his head in doubt: "What's the matter?"

Mu Heng gave him a fixed look, but finally moved his gaze away and walked into the room:

"……nothing."

He stepped to the side of the bed and sat down.

The bed in the master bedroom is very large, almost capable of accommodating three or four people at the same time. Although they sleep on the same bed, the distance between them is still far away.

Shi An didn't have any opinion on this.

Seeing that Mu Heng had reached the other side of the bed, he happily unrolled his quilt and drilled in, skillfully tucked the edges and corners, and rolled himself into a round bucket.

Shi An pulled the quilt under the tip of his nose, raised his eyelashes that were dyed golden brown by the light, and said obediently, "Good night."

Mu Heng's eyes touched the dark and clear eyes of the other party, and the rhythm of his heart was slightly chaotic.

He looked away: "Get up first."

"Why?" Shi An narrowed his eyes vigilantly, and shrank under the quilt: "You must do it if you promised. You can't go back."

Mu Heng: "...Your hair is still wet."

The boy's semi-moist black hair was scattered on the pillow, and the surface of the pillow was wet, showing a slightly darker water color.

Shi An pulled the quilt under his eyes: "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't care about it, you will do it soon!"

Mu Heng waved at Shi'an, "Come here."

Shi An: "..."

The ice on Mu Heng's face melted slightly, revealing a helpless look: "I won't regret it."

Shi An then dubiously got out of the quilt and moved in the direction of Mu Heng.

Mu Heng stretched out his hand to him and stopped at a distance away. In the next second, the water vapor was instantly controlled to evaporate.

He is not wearing gloves, his fingers are pale and slender, and the contours of the joints are sharp and strong.

Although he was not directly touched, the heat of the human palm was still transmitted clearly and vividly. Shi An narrowed his eyes and subconsciously pressed the sticker in the direction of the heat.

The soft end of the young boy's hair flicked across Mu Heng's fingertips.

Mu Heng's hand was very steady, he never trembles even at the moment of life and death, but at that moment he involuntarily trembled slightly.

Without a trace, he quickly withdrew his hand: "It's okay."

Shi An rubbed his dry head and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction: "Thank you."

He dived into the quilt again, and shrank himself into a ball as before.

The familiar cold breath was warmed by the temperature in the room, lingering around the tip of the nose if there was no place.

The ups and downs of emotions throughout the day, as well as the exhaustion caused by excessive consumption of magic power, came like a tide at this time, engulfing Shi An's whole person.

He lifted his heavy eyelids, and in his blurred vision, the human gleaming silver hair was faintly visible not far away.

Shi An yawned contentedly, buried his head in the soft pillow, muttered something in a vague voice, and fell into sleep very quickly.

There was a dead silence in the room.

After a long time, the man's low and mute voice sounded:

"……Good night."

When Shi An opened his eyes the next morning, the sky was already bright, and the bed next to him was empty, and he should have left long ago.

He stretched and rolled on the big bed, lying on the soft quilt as if boneless.

Ah... I really slept well.

A large part of the magic power that was originally consumed, now has a tendency to pick up and replenish.

It's a pity that he can't pile up the treasure he just got, otherwise he can be regarded as a perfect sleep.

I just don't know why... He seems to have dreamed of being pinched by Mu Heng's tail that night.

But it should be just a dream, after all, his tail had already been retracted.

Shi An touched the phone on his stomach.

As soon as he turned on the screen, a series of messages popped up, frightening him.

Although Shi An's understanding of human writing has increased day by day, he still has some difficulties when reading a large amount of text. He is too lazy to read it, so he simply called Zhao She directly.

As soon as the call was connected, Zhao She’s loud and impatient voice came over: "My God, I have found you, and you disappeared without saying hello last night, which shocked me. After you disappeared I was mad, and only after I found the person in charge did I realize that the Administration had taken you away. What happened? Is something wrong? Is it okay now?"

Shi An silently moved the phone away:

"It's okay... It's just that some of the previous things have not been processed."

Zhao She breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

He continued: "Speaking of it, do you know that something happened at Irvine College? Do you remember the principal who spoke that day? He seems to have been attacked and he is still in the hospital. I don't know the specific situation, but It seems pretty miserable..."

Shi An snorted coldly.

——This is what he deserved!

Zhao She did not hear clearly: "What?"

"I didn't say anything, you heard it wrong." The boy's voice was soft and clear, and he couldn't tell that he was the man behind the attack on the principal.

Zhao She: "But speaking of it, I can't figure out one thing..."

Shi An: "What's the matter?"

Zhao She's voice brought some doubts:

"This time the news was blocked very badly. Although I don't know much about this, it should involve something very important. Apart from me, after such a serious accident, the academic exchanges of the Forces Department should be limited. It will be postponed or cancelled. After all, to put it bluntly, we also know that the academic exchanges of the Forces Department have always been ignored... But today, someone from above has notified that the academic exchanges will be held normally."

Shi An showed a thoughtful look.

On the other end of the phone came the voice of Zhao She: "Speaking of which, will you still participate in this academic exchange meeting?"

Shi An recovered and said, "Of course, if there is any news, please let me know in time."

"certainly."

After reconfirming that Shi'an was okay, Zhao She hung up the phone.

Shi An sat up with a mess of hair.

Isn't it... the trapping plan this time will have something to do with the exchange?

He jumped to the ground with his bare legs and slapped out of the bedroom in his slippers.

Mu Heng's residence in the Aiwen District is very large, and Shi'an turned around two times before finding the location of the study. After confirming that there was no magic tracking and precautions in it, he opened the door and walked in.

The study is very tidy, it does not seem to have any signs of office work, and there are no important task documents left.

But Shi An was not discouraged, and finally let him find a suspicious-looking object.

It was a small map with many strange symbols and lines painted on it.

Shi An tilted his head, and looked left and right. He didn't see any eyebrows or where it was.

Although I can't figure out what this map does, for safety's sake, Shi'an still took a picture of the map with his mobile phone and saved the pattern in his photo album.

Maybe it will be useful.

Mu Heng handles official duties in the administration.

After Lu Yuanyi was attacked, although it was only the second day, many of the powerful Irvines who attended yesterday came to contact them in private and agreed to cooperate with their plan in exchange for the protection of the administration. .

They seem to have heard the clash between the chief of Irvine and Mu Heng the day before. This time, no one dared to make a request for similar hope.

At this moment, Wen Yao knocked on the door and walked in.

"Although the injury is not minor, Lu Yuanyi's vital signs have stabilized,"

She briefly reported the current contact process to Mu Heng. More than half of the people who are willing to cooperate are already irrelevant even if the rest are not involved.

"The bait is ready."

If you want to trap a powerful fantasy species, it is not enough to rely on suitable bait. The other party can't directly put their head into the lasso, so all they need to do is to arrange an illusion to make the other party mistakenly think that they can get the whole body. And retreat, when the dragons relax their vigilance, it is when they close the net...

Wen Yao said: "The proposal from Aiwen District can actually use the academic exchange meeting of Aiwen College..."

Unexpectedly, Mu Heng hardly thought about it and refused directly:

"Do not."

Although the exchange meeting is indeed a good opportunity, after all, the sources of magic power are mixed, and the participants are also from all over the mainland. It is very convenient for secret arrangement and operation. He has not considered this direction.

But the problem is that the participants of the academic exchange meeting are all students. If the dragon is really attracted, it is likely to cause uncontrollable casualties.

Mu Heng tapped the desktop with his fingertips: "According to the original plan, release the news of the auction."

Wen Yao: "Yes."

She turned around and walked out, but he hesitated before going out and turned to look at Mu Heng: "Sir, Shi'an, do you need someone to protect him?"

Mu Heng's eyes dazzled slightly.

He shook his head: "No need."

Wen Yao: "But—"

Mu Heng said calmly: "I have taken people to me."

Wen Yao: "..."

Well, that is really unnecessary.

After Wen Yao left, the office returned to tranquility.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the document in front of him, but he did not move a bit for a long time.

The name Wen Yao just mentioned accidentally seemed like a stone, disturbing his already calm heart lake.

He almost couldn't help thinking back to the scene last night.

Mu Heng originally thought. With other people on his side, he would definitely not be able to sleep, but what he didn't expect was that in the darkness, the young man's deep and steady breathing came from his side, and he actually slowly fell into a deep sleep.

As if the body had already remembered this feeling, he had no rejection at all.

When Mu Heng opened his eyes at a fixed time, the morning light outside the window was faint, and it fell in hazyly.

A fluffy head rested on his shoulders, and the sound of small breathing scratched Mu Heng's neck like a feather, bringing a fine itching sensation.

Mu Heng froze, his mind went blank for a moment.

He later realized that his hand...at this moment, it was tightly attached to the opponent's back waist.

The hem of the boy's shirt was lifted because of the indecent sleeping appearance, revealing a narrow and soft curve, as if it was just right to be pinched by the palm of the hand and played with it carefully.

What, how...

after all……

Mu Heng froze under extreme consternation, and had completely lost the ability to think.

He slowly turned his head and looked to his side.

——The distance of estrangement before falling asleep has long since disappeared.

The quilt of the two people did not know when, and only the closed bed was left. The young man's slender body was very close, and the half of his face was buried in his loose hair.

The other party's body temperature is very low, but it is warm and flexible, like a cold snake, snuggling close to him affectionately.

Mu Heng's fingertips moved subconsciously for a moment.

The skin under the palm of the hand was delicate and soft, and it was warmed up, as if it could melt in his palm.

In the next second, the young man's throat overflowed with a grunt, he subconsciously curled himself up a little tighter, frowned slightly, and muttered softly and aggrievedly:

"Don't, don't do it... I feel uncomfortable..."

...

嚓——

Mu Heng's gloved fingers twisted uncontrollably.

Mu Heng's expression was stern, his lips pressed tightly, and his whole body was stretched like a bowstring.

The man's eyes were dignified and gloomy, and his cold murderous aura escaped.

The document in his palm was crumpled and crumpled, the edges were torn by uncontrollable force, and the fine paper scraps fell and scattered on the desktop.

He really didn't expect that he would be such a bastard.

Actually... In his sleep, he would still play hooligans.