After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The monster flesh in front of him exudes a suffocating smell, and it is sour and bitter in the burnt.

All the bristles on the back were scorched and stuck tightly to the flesh.

Mu Heng: "..."

Although he has experienced a tougher environment and used worse things to eat his stomach, but...

This monster is poisonous.

Mu Heng was a little unsure for a while, whether the dragon wanted to feed him, or wanted to kill him in a more alternative way.

Seeing that the human being in front of him hadn't eaten for a long time, he couldn't help but slapping the ground with his tail anxiously.

The hay cuttings rose with the vibration, flying in the air.

what happened?

why do not you eat?

Why are humans so troublesome?

Shi An moved for a while and fell into contemplation.

I always feel like I had a perfect plan... but I don't know why, I can't remember it anymore.

Impatient emotions rose again, and a trace of violence passed through the depths of the scarlet eyes.

Mu Heng's eyelashes moved slightly.

He seemed to have thought of something. He raised his head to look at the dragon in front of him, and asked abruptly:

"Does your purpose have anything to do with Shi'an?"

The man's voice was low and cold, with a dark and unpredictable tone.

Shi An blinked, withdrew from the strong negative emotions, and looked down at the human in front of him.

Although he could not understand what the human being said at all, the syllables of these two characters were very familiar.

This is his name.

Shi An hid his claws under his belly, shook the tip of his tail lightly, leaned down, and looked at the human in front of him curiously.

This human knows his name!

Mu Heng's eyes were slightly cold.

The reaction of the dragon in front of him confirmed his guess.

Although he doesn't know why the dragon didn't kill him and brought him to the cave to be imprisoned, the only certainty is that the purpose of the dragon's doing this is related to Shian.

Mu Heng's eyes darkened slightly, like a wind blowing over a snow-capped mountain.

He chuckled and said nothing, but turned around, walked straight to the corner of the cave and sat down.

The man dropped his silver-white eyelashes, his eyebrows were deep and clear, half-hidden in the shadows, and he became more and more indifferent and cold.

Shi An squatted on the spot, tilting his head blankly.

He didn't understand.

Why does the human who just called his name suddenly seem to be unhappy...?

However, before Shi An could think of a reason, his stomach gurgled suddenly.

The voice echoed deep in the huge empty cave, very clear and deafening.

Mu Heng's eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his eyes and looked at Shi'an.

So hungry.

Shi An moved his claws and subconsciously grasped the thick dry grass on the ground.

He thought for a while, leaned down, grabbed the cooked monster with his mouth, raised his neck, and swallowed it down.

Shi An's face wrinkled slowly, his expression gradually becoming distorted.

This smell...

He slammed his wings and the whole dragon rushed out of the hole.

"vomit!"

The nauseous voice echoed in the valley, and it was clearly transmitted to Mu Heng's ears through the rock wall: "..."

He didn't know what to think.

Soon, Shi An flew back staggeringly from outside.

His whole dragon is a little awkward.

Although he can't remember clearly, he always feels that he shouldn't eat such unpalatable weird things... at least, it should be cool, sweet, right?

Shi An yawned, got down and curled himself up.

The dragon put his chin on his paws and closed his eyes.

Not long afterwards, its back began to undulate rhythmically and evenly, breathing evenly, as if it had fallen asleep.

Mu Heng sat in the corner farthest from the dragon, keeping a cautious distance from the dragon.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dragon in the middle of the cave. His long eyelashes obscured the expression in his eyes, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

The whole cave was shrouded in dark silence.

This silence is tense and fragile, as if it could be broken at once, revealing the turbulent undercurrent.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes as well.

——Now, I must recover my strength.

As time passed, the sky above the cave dimmed little by little.

The half-bright and half-dark shadows fell, and the caves that were not sufficiently illuminated became even more dim.

In the half-dream and half-awake period, Shi'an felt that he had fallen into a dream state that he could not break free of.

The fire burned, and darkness entangled.

He was like swallowing a huge, indigestible fireball, pressing heavily into the depths of his body, making him feel extremely violent and irritable.

The body contains endless power and desire for destruction, clamoring, longing, and trying to vent his anger indiscriminately.

Shi An suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dark cave, the scarlet vertical pupils flickered in the dark, giving people a chilling and intense sense of oppression.

An angry voice screamed in his ear:

burn!

Burn everything, destroy everything! Kill everyone!

However, in the next second, Shi settled down and slowly turned his head to look in the direction of humans.

He smelled the breath of blood.

The man's silver hair fell randomly on his shoulders, gleaming faintly in the dim cave.

The fiery flames under the dragon's eyes faintly extinguished.

I don't know why, every time I see this human being, Shi An feels a wonderful sense of closeness spontaneously.

It doesn't seem to be just because of appearance.

what is it then?

Shi An couldn't figure it out.

But he instinctively wanted to get closer to this shiny human.

Only in this way, the desire to kill that tortured him all the time would be slightly lessened.

I don't want to turn the whole world into a sea of ​​flames.

The dragon blinked, and the tip of its silver-white tail leaned silently in the darkness.

Because of physical exhaustion and serious injury, Mu Heng closed his eyes and his breath was hot.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a semi-coma than a deep sleep.

The tail quietly wrapped around Mu Heng's waist,

The man's eyebrows wrinkled fiercely, his eyelids trembled, as if he wanted to struggle to wake up.

No matter how badly he was injured, Mu Heng would not indulge himself in an unconscious state in an extremely dangerous place.

But...for some reason, the breath surrounding him faintly gave him a familiar and reassuring feeling.

Mu Heng frowned, but after all he did not open his eyes.

Shi An slowly dragged Mu Heng to his side, letting the human being lean on his body.

Human body temperature ironed a small part of the scales on his side, warm and scorching, very familiar.

Shi An silently circled his tail around the opponent's body, yawned, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

The intense sleepiness hit him, pulling him down into the dark dream.

The strange thing is that even though he fell asleep, this time, Shi An could finally perceive what the evil desires in the depths of his body were.

That is a huge amount of magic power.

It was not on the mainland, nor in the abyss. It seemed to be somewhere in between, showing a chaotic and dirty gray-black color, violently rushing right and left in his body, looking for an outlet for catharsis.

Shi'an tried to digest and absorb.

No, not at all.

There is no way...

It is like a chronic disease deep in the body, firmly unable to clear the semicolon.

In the dark cave, the dragon's breathing was gradually rapid, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was wandering in a state of extreme anxiety.

The tail squeezed subconsciously.

The wound on his body was touched, and Mu Heng suddenly opened his eyes.

The hard and cold touch of the dragon's scales came from behind, and it was tightly confined from the waist to the back.

"..."

It took him two seconds to realize where he was.

Mu Heng's body suddenly stiffened.

Almost subconsciously, a sharp blade of cold light appeared in his palm, attacking the dragon behind him.

But before the tip of the sword was about to touch the opponent's scales, Mu Heng suddenly listened to the action.

First of all, he has tried this attack more than once.

Past experience told him that it was useless.

Secondly...

Mu Heng paused, raising his eyes to look at the sleeping dragon next to him.

The other party's huge body seemed to be trembling, the undulation of the back was rapid and uneven, and the paws subconsciously grasped, the straw underneath was rolled up messy, exposing the cold black rock at the bottom.

The dragon seemed to be in pain.

Mu Heng squinted his eyes, long eyelashes covering the dark blue eyes.

Mu Heng knew the identity of the group of people in black robes that he met at school that day.

It was a group of extremely fanatical infidels, pinning the hope of world rebirth on the disappeared fantasy species. Although it seems crazy, the history of this force has been very long. The Administration has been trying to monitor the movements of this extreme group, but They have abundant resources and low-key operations, so the intelligence has always been poor.

The appearance of the dragon will inevitably alarm this group.

They will invade the Academy of the Ability, kill the principal, steal the books, most likely trying to control the dragon.

The reason why the dragon appeared in the school is probably related to this.

Mu Heng showed all the expression he was thinking, and subconsciously tapped the dragon scales with his fingertips.

After he was done, he realized what he was doing, his body was slightly stiff, and he immediately withdrew his hand.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose, trying to make his thoughts clear.

More irrational details flooded into my mind.

Every time they met before, the dragon seemed to avoid direct conflict with them, but this time it was different, attacking him extremely directly and rudely.

Also, the dragon, who should be familiar with human language, didn't respond at all to what he said, as if he couldn't understand it.

Disorganized clues were integrated in my mind, and the only reasonable guess surfaced.

The current state of the dragon is abnormal.

The group of infidels may have succeeded to some extent, but they failed to control the dragon that was affected, allowing him to break free from the shackles in a state of losing his mind.

Mu Heng looked down at the tail around his waist, his lips pressed tightly.

A thought flicked through his mind.

The other party's such weird behavior, trying to get close to oneself, could it be...

Help?

Seek help from the dragon slayer who has a strong killing intent...

Is this kind of thing really possible?

Mu Heng's eyes were dark.

He raised his head and looked deeply at the dragon in front of him under the cover of darkness.

The dragon is still sleeping.

A slight tremor passed over its body, and the moonlight fell from the top of its head, flowing on its silver-white scales, and the shimmering light it brought up was shining and pure.

Mu Heng raised his hand and pressed the burning palm to the dragon's tail around his waist.

The touch under his palm was smooth and cold, the dragon scales were densely arranged, and the narrow and sharp edges scratched his palm, giving him the illusion of slight pain.

Unexpectedly, Mu Heng, who has never liked contact with people, did not hate it.

Somewhere in his heart, even...

I want to do something else.

Mu Heng's lips tightened, instinctively preventing himself from continuing to think in this direction.

At the moment when the human body temperature dropped, the tip of the dragon's tail trembled slightly.

In his sleep, Shi An shivered while trying to absorb the gray magic power.

I don't know why, these magical powers in front of me don't seem to be as stubborn as they were just now, and they dispersed a little at the moment they were touched.

At the same time, the heavy barrier in his mind that prevented Shi'an from thinking seemed to loosen at this moment.

Shi An's breathing was a little short, and his eyes moved subconsciously.

I don't know why, this feeling is very familiar, as if it has happened before.

Embarrassed, troubled, trembling.

Strange and weird fragments poured into his mind, making him have an urge to curl up.

The dragon's tail, which had been entwining Mu Heng tightly, was slightly loose at this moment, and seemed to have the intention to retract.

Without even thinking about it, Mu Heng subconsciously tightened his fingers, grabbed the tip of his tail and pulled it back.

Don't run.