After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Central area, in the temporary camp of mercenaries.

Xu Feng paced slowly in the room.

Across the door panel, the mercenaries outside can faintly hear the carnival and swig of the mercenaries.

He stared at the several black iron boxes in front of him. Their lids were all opened. The dazzling gems and gold were piled full, shining with dazzling and charming luster in the dimly lit room.

Xu Feng's eyes reflected the radiance of Treasure.

After the dragon disappeared, they could finally use these treasures unscrupulously.

These are just a small part of the central area they brought.

After learning that the dragon had been sent away from the mainland, Xu Feng immediately began to contact the buyer.

Obviously, there are many interested families.

As long as he wants to, all these treasures can be realized quickly, and with this money, the organization that was hit hard can also be rejuvenated.

Xu Feng slowly pressed the scar on his face with his handkerchief, showing a satisfied smile.

Although he is not willing to get involved with an official organization such as the Administration, at least the result is good.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

It's too quiet.

Outside the door, the carnival voices of the mercenaries have disappeared, leaving nothing but a dead silence.

Xu Feng narrowed his eyes and slowly held his weapon.

The sound of the sole hitting the ground is clear and steady, step by step approaching in this direction.

Not hurriedly, evenly and regularly.

Soon, the sound of footsteps stopped at the door, and the silence fell again.

In just a few seconds before and after, Xu Feng felt cold sweat oozing from his forehead, the muscles of his eyelids twitched, and a drop of sweat fell from his chin.

Hearing only a soft sound of "squeak", the door was pushed open from the outside.

It's now!

The bows and crossbows were sent together, wrapped in the magic of Qianjun, and they made a sharp scream that broke through the air, and attacked at an unstoppable speed in the direction of the sound——

Then, as if they were caught by some invisible force, they stopped abruptly in mid-air.

All the momentum has not been released yet, and the tail trembles violently, making a buzzing sound.

A slender figure stepped in.

The silver-haired man gently lifted his finger, and the arrows floating in front of him seemed to have lost their strength in an instant, falling down one after another, turning into dust at his feet.

The overly distinctive features of the other party made Xu Feng's heart sink instantly.

He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

The strength gap is too big, if you can't beat it, you can only run.

Xu Feng made a decisive action and threw a smoke bomb out, then attacked the wall at the fastest speed, preparing to break through the wall and escape.

But what I didn't expect was that the wall on the side was as strong as steel, and it remained intact after being bombarded by magic.

……wrong.

It’s not that the walls are too strong, but...

Xu Feng raised his hand and pressed it into the air.

The palm of his hand touched an invisible wall of air. Although there was no magic wave at all, it couldn't be urged.

An unfamiliar low voice came from behind:

"Very practical, right?"

At that moment, Xu Feng felt a layer of cold sweat oozing out of his back, penetrating his clothes, and a strong chill rose from the soles of his feet and continued to penetrate the skull.

He swallowed hard, then slowly turned around, looking at the people coming.

Mu Heng stood alone in front of the open door, his pale face without expression, a pair of blue and cold eyes staring at him quietly.

He wears pitch-black tactical gloves on his hands, without any weapons in his palms.

Even so, there is a danger in the opponent that makes him creepy.

Xu Feng couldn't help retreating slowly in the direction away from the opponent.

When he tripped under one of the boxes, he lost his balance. He only heard a "crash" sound. The bright and bright treasures instantly spread on the ground and were pressed under Xu Feng's body.

From this perspective, you can see the scene behind Mu Heng.

A dazzling scarlet.

Everywhere he touched, he was stained red with sticky blood, and his mutilated pale limbs lay quietly in a pool of blood, and his godless and gray eyes rolled down, looking like a purgatory on earth.

A string of scarlet footprints stretched out from the pool of blood until they broke at the man's feet.

Xu Feng felt his throat dry and tight, and couldn't help swallowing hard.

He forced his composure and said:

"It's been a long time, Officer Mu."

Xu Feng's gaze fell on the slaughterhouse outside, and his palm pressed in the treasure pile moved slowly in the blind spot of his vision, silently hiding a gem in his palm.

"Since I want to visit, I don't need to be so excited..."

The muscles on Xu Feng's face moved, and a friendly smile was drawn.

He pointed to the boxes behind:

"If you have anything you want, just take it."

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and stared condescendingly at the mercenary in front of him.

I don't know if it was Xu Feng's illusion, the aura surrounding the other party's body became even more terrifying.

"...Do you think these belong to you?"

After hearing the other party’s illocutionary meaning, Xu Feng’s smile on his face was a little bit unbearable: "... Sharing the accounts with the Administration is the biggest concession I can make. You want to swallow them all, isn’t it a bit too much? Isn't it authentic?"

Mu Heng's lips slightly curled up, revealing a mocking smile:

"Administration?"

He stepped forward unhurriedly: "Do you think I was sent by the Administration?"

Xu Feng stopped asking this question.

He looked at the man in front of him, with a look of uncertainty passing through his eyes.

Wait... isn't it?

Mu Heng raised his hand.

Xu Feng felt the invisible wall approaching from all around, squeezing him tightly into it, even shrinking inward at a uniform and slow speed, and the bones were squeezed and rubbed against the bones, giving a toothy giggle. He was a little panicked:

"Wait, wait—you can take all of these—"

"It seems that you still don't understand." The outline of a long sword slowly emerged in Mu Heng's palm.

"Guess what, who told me where you are stationed?"

He slowly raised his hand, the tip of the sword stayed in front of Xu Feng's trembling eyes, and his tone was steady:

"Before coming here, whose blood was it the last time it drank?"

Xu Feng: "..."

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He raised his eyes tremblingly, and saw his pale face twisted in panic in the opponent's icy blue eyes, as well as the turbulent, unintentionally concealed madness in the depths of those eyes.

Xu Feng couldn't help but shudder.

There is only one person who knows this position and has contacted him...

That is the director of the bureau.

In the abyss.

A castle built from the stone of the abyss has begun to take shape. Its spire is so high that it is submerged in the black poisonous fog. In the shadow it casts, the abyss species are lined up, and they are carrying piles of abyss with difficulty. Stone, working under the enslavement of the dragon.

The throne previously melted by dragon flames is now in the middle of the castle hall.

On the side is a pile of treasures that has been piled up like a mountain, almost overflowing, and it is constantly increasing.

Shi An is on the top floor.

His current room is huge, and it's all covered with treasures, and bright and dazzling jewels fill the room.

Shi An lay in the treasure pile and rolled, the treasure pile under his body made a crashing sound like gold and jade as he moved, and the shining halo was reflected on the ceiling above his head.

He stared at the floating light spot on the ceiling and blinked slowly.

……A little boring.

He turned over, buried his head in the treasure and rubbed it.

Jingle bells.

A bit noisy.

...If only you could bring the game console.

Shi An sighed.

Even if it is really brought here, it is estimated that it will not be able to play.

After all, the metal instruments on the continent are too delicate and fragile, and the magic power in them as a driving force will be swallowed and diluted on the first day in the abyss.

It will be scrapped around the first day.

He had to sleep in this situation before.

But this time, Shi An opened his eyes, but he didn't feel much sleepiness.

I don't want to sleep too much.

He rolled over in the treasure pile again and sat up.

The slender young man sat cross-legged in the treasure pile, looking around the shiny room filled with him.

I always feel...

There seems to be something missing.

A centipede-like abyss species a few meters in length crawled from outside the hall, with barbed claws on its body, a gap in its skull, and vertical scarlet eyes.

The single eye blinked, the wings protruding from the back spread, and yellow gold fell from the carapace, crackling to the ground.

On the stone seat, the young man propped his chin boredly.

His eyes were half drooping, and he raised his hand lightly.

A golden-red flame ignited instantly at the white and slender fingertips.

In the next second, the dragon flames engulfed in violent enthusiasm rose up, roaring towards the abyss, and the carapace was ignited, making a crackling sound.

The gold melted, mixed with the remains of the corpse of the monster after being burned, and scorched out a smell of burnt fish.

There was dead silence in the hall.

The Abyss Species who lined up from behind immediately stopped their steps and stared at the young dragon not far away in horror.

"In the future, treasures of this quality don't have to be sent!"

The devil broke the silence and shouted.

The team in front of them began to march again, and a small half of the monsters rushed to disappear, staggering to find new treasures.

The devil flew up and fell silently on the edge of the stone seat.

"Big, sir..."

It spoke carefully: "Are you not satisfied with this batch of treasures?"

Shi An leaned back carelessly, a pair of scarlet-gold vertical pupils were hidden by long eyelashes, and a white and harmless face did not have much expression, and it became more and more incomprehensible, unpredictable:

"Oh? How did you tell?"

Devil: "..."

I still can't see it!

How many abyssal seeds have you burned in the past few days!

But it dare not say.

Mr. Dragon was in a bad mood during this time, irritable and irritable, so he didn't dare to touch this brow.

The demon worm spoke carefully again:

"Then... Do you have any special treasures you want? I will let them find it?"

Within the tower of the abyss.

The cruel and tyrannical king gave a new order.

The black mist rolled in the violent wave of magical power, and caused a tremor of fear in the abyss seed, and began to move at the fastest speed.

——Lord Dragon wants silver treasure.