After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Shi An: "......?!"

The temperature of Mu Heng's fingertips was scorching hot, with a purely cold sense of inquiry, quietly falling on him.

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

But as the absorption of magic power accelerates, the strange and weird feeling rises deep in the body.

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

At this moment, an anxious voice of the demon worm suddenly came from my ear:

"My lord! My lord!"

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

"The speed of the bureau is faster than we thought!" Its voice was urgent and urgent: "They have now found their way up the mountain, and they should be there in at most twenty minutes!"

Shi An awoke 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:

"Human, human, your work has been completed, our transaction is over, you can leave."

"really."

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

He lowered his eyes and stared at the dragon in front of him with a deep and dark gaze, his voice calm: "In this case, when we meet again next time, we can fight with our lives without any scruples."

"By then, my sword will no longer break on your scales."

Mu Heng's voice was very soft, as if he was telling an established fact very quietly: "I believe that your claws will never stop falling before tearing me apart."

Shi An was stunned, and some did not understand what the other party wanted to say.

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

Mu Heng squinted his eyes, and suddenly read two familiar syllables lightly:

"——Regarding my friend, Shi An."

Suddenly being called by his own name, Shi An subconsciously tightened his heart, raising his eyes and looking at Mu Heng.

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

The man had long silver-white eyelashes, and his azure blue eyes were unfathomable:

"He has been involved in this deadly battle, isn't he?"

The corners of Mu Heng's lips lifted slightly, revealing a stern smile: "The dragon species can never refuse its instinct."

His voice gradually lowered: "It's a coincidence, so am I."

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

"Transaction complete."

After speaking, Mu Heng slowly let go:

"——I look forward to our next confrontation."

Shi'an's brain is a bit chaotic, unable to process such a huge amount of information for a while.

At this moment, a demon's voice came from his ear: "My lord, my lord, have you come out of the cave?"

Shi An came back to his senses with hindsight.

Yes, I'm leaving.

The dragon spread its wings behind and flew towards the cave above its head.

The moment its figure disappeared into the cave above its head, the spells applied from the outside dissipated in that moment.

"Quick! It should be right ahead!"

Noisy and yelling sounds mixed with messy footsteps approached the cave on the top of the mountain.

Wen Yao brought his subordinates to come with the fastest speed.

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

Wen Yao was surprised and delighted: "Sir!"

Mu Heng's coat has been torn apart, and the clothes on his body still carry dry blood stains. The silver hair spreads on his shoulders. He is embarrassed like Wen Yao has never seen before. However, although his face is pale, the expression on the man's face is still habitual. His indifference and calm, as if all crises are not enough to fear.

At the moment of seeing each other, the familiar and powerful sense of peace finally came back.

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

"Great, you're all right."

She looked around, frowning in confusion: "That... Dragon..."

Mu Heng interrupted her lightly:

"left."

Taking a steady and calm step, he passed Wen Yao and walked down: "Help me contact Zhuo Fu."

The man squinted a pair of pale blue eyes:

"He has something to return to me."

Although the time period of these few days is very short, there is one thing that Mu Heng already knows very well——

Without a sword, you cannot slay a dragon.

The whole body of the dragon is covered with indestructible scales, without any weak points, and the reason why it will stay in his arms so confidently, I am afraid it is also clear, with its current methods, it is impossible to hurt it at all. .

Formally because of this, Mu Heng decided to "cooperate" with Long.

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

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

He just has to get it.

Before this goal was achieved, there was nothing to stop Mu Heng from pursuing, except death.

He took off his jacket and threw it away, took a new pair of gloves from Wen Yao, and while walking down, he efficiently and quickly gave orders and asked about the progress.

At this time, Mu Heng noticed that Wen Yao stopped abruptly, showing an air of hesitation and cessation.

He frowned and asked:

"What's wrong?"

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

"Sir, the subordinates are not doing things well..."

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

Mu Heng's expression suddenly condensed.

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

Because the dragon has been staying with him these days, and Shi An's strength is good, Mu Heng always thought that Shi An was out of danger long ago.

Wen Yao's voice was difficult: "I, I started sending out a search team on the day the abyss crack disappeared to search the school in a carpet style. However, the school area is too large and the manpower is insufficient—"

"When you receive treatment, I will use all my power..."

Wen Yao watched his immediate boss worriedly and assured him with an extremely serious attitude.

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

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

"Call everyone at once."

Three hours later.

Wen Yao walked quickly towards Mu Heng, her eyes were shining, and her breathing was short of excitement.

She held the phone in her hand and covered the microphone in the other, and said, "Sir, I found it!"

Mu Heng was taken aback, stood up, and strode over.

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

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

The voice of the old housekeeper came from the microphone: "Sir, did you find Shi'an?"

Mu Heng gave a light "um".

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

Only then did Mu Heng feel his heart slightly let go.

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

"I'll be there soon."

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

Wen Yao: "..."

She lowered her head in shame.

In fact, in the past few days, all members of the Administration have focused their attention on finding Mu Heng. No matter how good Wen Yao is towards Shi'an, compare the whereabouts of a missing student with Mu Heng. It is really not worth mentioning-even for Wen Yao himself.

Mu Heng obviously knew this too.

He squinted his eyes: "No next time."

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

"His safety will be your top priority in the future, understand?"

Wen Yao was startled and nodded blankly.

After speaking, Mu Heng pulled up his overcoat on the back of the chair, turned around, and hurriedly walked out.

Next to the phone, the black smoke and the devil sighed in relief.

Great, caught up.

"Are you sure the butler hasn't received a call from the bureau in the past few days?" The Demon Insect asked a little worried.

Black Smoke: "Are you questioning my ability to probe other people's memory?"

Devil: "...just in case!"

After flying out of the cave, Shi An struggled to find the clothes previously hidden outside, and then flew back crookedly, leaving the work of making an alibi to Black Smoke.

It implanted memories for the housekeeper downstairs, while Shi An ran upstairs to sleep.

Eyeballs looked upstairs worriedly, and said, "Speaking of which, adults should be fine, right?"

"Yeah, what's the matter with your lord? It feels like the state is not very good." The demon insect showed a thoughtful look.

Black Smoke suddenly thought of something, and let out a cry of "Oh".

"Could it be... is it a potion..."

The devil was surprised: "No way? So fast?"

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

Devil: "...I'm grass! You **** said it earlier!"

His eyes were blank: "What are you talking about?"

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

The unknowingly old butler 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, he will be there soon?"

The silver-haired man stood outside the door, his eyes calm and his back straight.

"Sir, you are here." The old butler leaned forward and let the other person in, with a kind smile on his face: "You don't have to come here by yourself..."

Mu Heng shook his head: "I insist."

He raised his eyes, glanced towards the top of the stairs, and asked, "Shi An is on it?"

The butler nodded: "Yes."

He sighed:

"Since he came back, he hasn't been downstairs. I am very worried about him...

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

He was introduced into the villa.

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

With a coat over the arm of his hand, he walked up the stairs.

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

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

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

Mu Heng's pupils shrank.

Before there is time to think, the hand movement has already taken place.

The door was pushed open.

Shi'an's room was very dim, the curtains were concealed indiscriminately, and the gloomy shadow enveloped the small space.

The bed in the deep darkness and the teenager in the quilt can be vaguely seen.

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

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

The young half of his face was immersed in the shadows, and it looked as thin as porcelain. The long, dense eyelashes were drooping, shaking tremblingly, and the eyes that narrowed into narrow gaps were dripping with water.

Mu Heng gently sat on the edge of the bed, took off his gloves, and touched the opponent's sweaty forehead with his fingertips.

"not comfortable?"

At the moment when he was touched by the man's dry and warm fingers, Shi An's body trembled. He raised his eyes and his nose was thin and disordered:

"Well……"

His voice was hoarse, with a little screaming cry:

"Uncomfortable."

Mu Heng's fingertips paused slightly.

His Adam's apple involuntarily rolled up and down, and there was a little dumbness in his voice:

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

However, before he retracted his hand, he was caught by the boy's slender and cold fingers.

Shi An pressed his face groggyly.

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

The young man murmured:

"You touch me."