After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Six hours before the blood moon.

Although the public is totally unaware of this, the capable people have already begun to feel uneasy about it.

They don't know where this anxiety comes from, but they can feel that unknown danger is about to move around, and the magic in their bodies is stirred, seeming to faintly resonate with the entire continent.

All the contaminated areas have been cleaned up, but the monsters everywhere are still very restless.

Although night has not yet fallen, the light is extremely dim.

The thick clouds are all over the sky, the daylight appears distant and thin, and the entire sky seems to be shrouded in a shallow scarlet halo.

The black-robed man detained in the narrow space slowly raised his head.

The black blood vessels on his face throbbed, looking terrifying like a ghost.

One of his eyes can no longer see the pupil, and the other eye is also covered with turbid white shadows, but it can vaguely see things.

He fixedly looked not far away, as if he could penetrate the steel wall in front of him with his impaired eyes.

At this moment, the prison door slowly opened, and Zhuo Fu walked in.

The glass cover disappeared after hearing only a beep.

"You can come out." Zhuo Fu said.

The black-robed man didn't ask any questions, just stood up in silence, and the iron chains on his body clinked and walked out staggeringly.

The sky darkened little by little over time, but the sun never set.

The pale red mist wandered through the air, shrouding everything in an ominous dim light.

The surrounding rocks are rugged and deserted, and the howling of monsters can be faintly heard in the distance.

Further forward, there is a huge cave, with traces of high temperature melting on the hard rock wall.

Zhuo Fu looked around and couldn't help but startled slightly. He recognized where this place was-the dragon took Mu Heng away during the previous attack on the Ability Academy. They had been there during the time when Mu Heng disappeared. Exhausting all efforts to search, finally came here after the trail, and met Mu Heng who had been robbed for several days.

The high mountain ahead is hollow.

There are several irregular openings on the rock wall, which can accommodate several people. Moving forward, there is a huge mountain that is completely hollowed out in the middle, and half of the sky is faintly visible between the openings on the top.

Wen Yao stepped up from the side and looked at Zhuo Fu with condemnation: "You are late."

Zhuo Fu shrugged and sighed:

"I can't blame this, it's that the road conditions are so bad."

The black-robed man's gaze crossed Wen Yao's shoulders and looked into the cave.

He was stunned.

In the center of the cave not far away, there are the collected fire dragon remains. They lie quietly at the junction of the shadows, as if there is no soul dead.

In the very center of the wreckage, a petri dish as tall as a person can be vaguely seen. In the light blue liquid, the pitch-black skull undulates silently, and the deep eye sockets are hidden in the darkness, as if there is life. Looked out.

Like a stiff puppet, the black-robed man was dragged by some invisible force and stepped forward subconsciously.

However, he had just taken a step before he was quickly stopped by Wen Yao:

"Don't go in."

The withered figure of the black-robed man shook.

He didn't speak, obediently stopped, and stopped his steps.

However, his eyes, which had almost completely lost their sight, did not move from beginning to end, staring fixedly at everything in the cave, like a shadow that had been dead for many years.

Zhuo Fu: "Where are Mu Heng and Shi'an? Are they here?"

"Obviously, I'm late too."

Wen Yao sighed silently.

At this moment, a fierce wind was blowing above the head, and the huge shadow completely covered this area.

The wind whistling sharply between the rock walls, curling up Wen Yao’s long hair,

She pulled her hair behind her ear with one hand, while raising her head, she looked towards the sky.

In the twilight soaked in blood, the silver-white dragon lowered its figure, and its huge wings spread out with smooth lines. As the wind slid downwards, a pair of golden-red vertical pupils burned in the dark, looking majestic and beautiful.

He fell slowly, and then slightly lowered his right wing, allowing Mu Heng to slide off his back.

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu were both startled.

They didn't expect Shi'an to come as a prototype.

It was even unexpected that the two of them would appear in this way.

Mu Heng stepped forward, his gaze flicked over Wen Yao's body, and finally fell on the black-robed man.

He looked at each other for a few seconds before calmly looking away.

"The dragon's tomb is best in his cave." Mu Heng looked at the cave not far away, and he didn't know who he was explaining to, and added faintly: "Although this is not his residence, it is also his kind. Made caves."

The silver-white dragon gathered its wings and stood quietly outside the cave.

The huge golden red eyes shone with dazzling fire, and there was not much cruel hostility, but calm and gentle. He stood silently in the dark, and the silver-white scales were majestic and gorgeous, shimmering with fine light. He stared at the bones of the same kind not far away with a quiet and deep gaze.

No one spoke again.

The whole mountain fell into a deep silence.

It was like a solemn silence.

Time passed little by little, and the sun that hung hesitantly in the sky finally fell reluctantly and was swallowed by the dark horizon little by little, but even so, the sky still showed a sickly bright, as if it was daylight and still reluctant. Like leaving.

As the sun disappeared, the blood mist in the air became thicker and thicker, covering the entire sky like a cloud.

Between the dimness and the chaos, a scarlet light rose from the interweaving of light and darkness.

The ominous colors began to spread, as if an infectious disease, they occupied the sky in an instant.

A blood moon rose slowly.

It looked like a huge, bloodshot eye, fixedly gazing at the continent below, and the cold red light was spilled down, covering the ground as if it had an entity.

The howls of monsters came one after another from all around, and countless voices were mixed, cutting through the silent night sky, making people horrified.

The silver-white dragon raised its neck and let out a dragon chant.

The voice was loud and majestic, and it seemed to contain infinite power, causing the entire valley to vibrate like resonance, and the powerful magic pressure spread.

At that moment, the sounds of all other monsters could not be heard.

Zhuo Fu could feel his legs trembling, and the awe in his soul was resurrecting, which made him instinctively have an urge to lean over.

The dragon looked at the cliff in front of him.

Flame-like lines spread from the silver-white scales, shining in the darkness like hot lava.

Immediately afterwards, flames spit out from the open mouth of the dragon, and the violent golden red ignited most of the sky in an instant, and roared toward the cave, as if it could evaporate the moisture of the whole world, heat wave Rolling, swallowing the entire cliff in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

In the sizzling hot air, Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao couldn't breathe.

The flames reflected red on their faces, reflected in their eyes, as if they had started to burn from the inside of their bodies.

I can hardly imagine how terrifying it would be to face such a terrible flame without any barriers. The fire in front of me seems to contain some kind of incomprehensible but fascinating aesthetics of horror, which is almost taken away. All their attention was lost.

At this moment, the black-robed man who had been restrained since just now suddenly moved.

A terrible power erupted from his withered, broken, and on the verge of collapse, and those chains and imprisonment all lost their meaning.

Even if you lose a leg, it doesn't matter if you drop an arm.

The almost self-harm-like explosion made him break free from the coercion in an instant.

"!and many more!"

"What are you going to do!"

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu were abruptly shocked, and suddenly came back to their senses.

They tried to stop, but they were stopped by Mu Heng.

The silver-haired man turned his head, his face was reflected in a bright red, a pair of cold blue eyes reflected the burning fire, and he shook his head modestly.

"..."

Both of them were startled.

In this short period of stunner, the flames had completely swallowed the figure of the black-robed man, and there was no trace of it anymore.

A thin barrier propped up in front of him, keeping the fire out.

Although the Mu family has a natural immunity to Dragon Flame, this does not mean that he can survive such a terrifying flame.

But he is not going to survive.

The dark, ragged robe has been ignited by the high temperature, the moisture in the skin has been evaporated and peeled off, and the end of his nose can smell the smell of his body being burnt.

The bones are overwhelmed, they make a crisp beeping sound, and the blood will be dried before it flows out.

But he didn't seem to notice it at all, and walked forward step by step. Deep in his eyes covered by white clouds reflected the dragon flames that seemed to be able to burn the whole world. Under the strong light, The blue iris is faintly visible underneath.

Across the blazing flames, he steadily looked into the fire without blinking, as if everything except the bones not far away no longer existed.

His knees were broken and he could no longer support his weight.

The body that had been exhausted collapsed suddenly, and then began to crawl forward little by little, leaving behind the scorched flesh and blood residue.

The shell of the petri dish is specially made to suppress the fire element, although there are signs of melting, and the outline of the floating head can be vaguely seen in it.

He lay a few inches away, staring at it silently.

In the end, he stretched out his hand slowly, cautiously, and almost humblely.

The fingertips had already begun to burn, flesh and blood peeled off, exposing white bones, and they touched the outer wall little by little.

……have not seen you for a long time.

At that moment, the shell collapsed under this touch.

In the raging fire, he hugged the skull.

Then he lowered his head slowly and closed his eyes peacefully.

In the next second, all magic barriers were removed.

The flames rose, Lielie roared, swallowing everything in a flash.

At this moment, Wen Yao heard his communicator start to rustle.

She looked down, her breath choked for an instant.

It is information sent by members of the Combat Division.

Obviously, Mu Heng’s refusal to contact has forced them to the edge of taking extreme actions. The senior management of the administration bypassed the obvious combat section, and instead united with other families, with the ability to cultivate from each family and resist the high-level. The troops came nearby.

Wen Yao gritted his teeth and turned to glance at Mu Heng.

She decides what to do.

She found a reason to leave early, and then went straight to the bureau's base camp outside the wasteland.

"What is your purpose?"

Wen Yao asked straightforwardly.

"You?" The top management of the administration responsible for leading the team repeated it slowly, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Captain Wen, when did you and the administration become "you"?"

He smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Are you using this method to show your position?"

"You think too much."

Wen Yao had no expression on her face, as if she hadn't been affected by the other Mianli's words to hide the needle at all, and said:

"All my decisions are based on the safety of all human beings. On the contrary, I am puzzled by the behavior of the Administration at this moment. Do you want to start a war?"

"What if it is?"

Wen Yao calmly put his hand on the weapon on his waist: "Then I have to stop your stupid behavior."

The senior management of the administration showed a puzzled look: "Captain Wen, you should also know that the unconstrained terrifying power in the fantasy body is always a hidden danger to human beings. If you really stand in front of all human beings. From a standpoint, you should stand with us."

Wen Yao's fingers tightened subconsciously for a moment.

The dragon and the young man, Mu Heng and Zhuo Fu, and the scattered and broken words passed in his mind.

There is one thing Zhuo Fu said right.

Since that day, it has been difficult for her to refer to Shi'an's existence by "dragon" instead of by name.

The huge and terrifying image that had been concealed in front of her since Shi An's identity was exposed, and through the dragon-shaped threat, she seemed to once again see the real Shi An that was always ignored by herself.

This perception was like a flash of lightning passing by, causing Wen Yao's breathing to suffocate slightly, and his throat couldn't help but twitch, like a boulder falling to the ground, and it seemed that the mist was dispersing.

She took a deep breath, and then slowly said:

"Indeed, I did agree with this statement--"

"Once?" The senior squinted his eyes: "I can understand that you have changed your opinion now?"

A faltering expression flashed across Wen Yao's eyes, and then quickly became firm.

She pursed her lips, and said every word:

"……perhaps."

"I have to say, you really disappointed us."

The senior shook his head and sighed unfortunately.

Wen Yao's fingertips stuck on the handle of the gun, and he replied, "Can I understand your answer as a stubborn behavior toward war?"

"No, you are wrong about that."

The senior management gave a fake smile: "Just relying on these people we brought? How stupid is the bureau... to think that a dragon can be taken with such a small amount of force? This is death."

Wen Yao was startled: "That..."

The opposite man put his fingertips to each other:

"We just want to talk to your chief."

... Mu Heng?

Wen Yao was stunned.

At this moment, a cold and deep male voice came from behind: "Really?"

Wen Yao was startled suddenly and turned to look behind.

Under the **** moon that has not yet dissipated, the figure of the silver-haired man gradually emerged from the darkness, and thin blood reflected in those azure blue eyes: "What do you want to talk about?"

The higher level was also taken aback, and stood up subconsciously.

The indifferent self-confidence when facing Wen Yao just now has completely disappeared, but it seems a little more cautious.

He smiled: "...Sir Mu! It's really not as well known as meeting—"

Mu Heng stepped forward, staring at the man in front of him with a cold voice:

"Aren't you trying to contact me all the time? Just to say these kind words?"

The smile on the other party's face froze: "No... of course not."

He coughed slightly, and then said:

"Your importance to us is unquestionable. We also believe that all the actions you have done before were... impulsive, and this time, I just hoped to put these past misunderstandings behind and establish with you again. A good relationship, of course, all your requirements-I mean all."

He emphasized the last two words:

"All can be satisfied, but I don't know you..."

"Will you slay the dragon?"

Mu Heng took the conversation lightly.

The other party looked more restless, and after a few seconds of silence, he stumbled and said, "This... if you want to understand it this way, you can..."

Mu Heng chuckled lightly.

I don't know why, but his laugh did not make the senior management of the administration feel relieved. The voice of the other party contained a sense of horror that he could not understand, which made him instinctively want to retreat.

The silver-haired man stepped forward again and said unhurriedly:

"Since I have already said this, then I will simply pick out the words clearly."

I saw the man lowered his eyes, his eyes were unpredictable, joy and anger indistinguishable:

"If you are an enemy of the dragon, you are an enemy of me."

"..."

The breath coming from the opponent made the senior management of the administration subconsciously hold his breath, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly oozes from his back.

"What happened a few days ago, I don't mind doing it again."

Mu Heng leaned slightly, with a cold smile on his lips, but there seemed to be an invisible undercurrent surging in his calm voice: "Understood?"

The high-levels sweated and nodded subconsciously.

"As long as you know."

Mu Heng straightened up and distanced himself: "Excuse me for not being with me."

He turned around, his slender and tall back quickly disappeared into the dark night.

Wen Yao turned his head and glanced at the stunned high-level management bureau not far away, then retracted his gaze, turned and chased in the direction where Mu Heng had left.

Only the top management of the administration was left standing on the spot, with horrified eyes and an ugly expression.

A few minutes later, his subordinates came cautiously and asked in a low voice: "Then...sir, what shall we do next?"

"..."

The high-level face was blue and white, and finally gritted his teeth, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth:

"……retreat."

After burning the entire mountain and the dragon skulls in it, Shi An closed his eyes and began to absorb the magic power pouring in from the outside.

After the absorption was over, Shi An opened his eyes, only to find that Mu Heng and Wen Yao were no longer there.

"It's over?"

Zhuo Fu raised his head with some difficulty, looked at the huge dragon in front of him, and asked.

Shi An nodded: "Yes."

He raised his eyes and looked towards the light red night sky above his head: "He is free."

"Do you mean that black-robed man?"

Shi An was taken aback and lowered his head: "No, it's the fire dragon."

"Too."

Zhuo Fu slapped his head and shook his head a little annoyed: "I haven't been relieved from the scene where he rushed into the fire just now. I subconsciously feel that you are talking about him..."

"He rushed into the fire?"

Shi An tilted his head.

"Yes……"

Zhuo Fu sighed: "But in fact, when you think about it carefully, this should be the best ending. I had done a full-body examination on him when I was in the laboratory. His internal organs and body have basically fallen apart. Alas, this is the result of mankind’s attempts to gain strength and longevity that do not belong to our race—"

Shi An was startled slightly, as if caught by a certain idea.

Zhuo Fu continued to talk.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in front of him, making him almost unsteady.

He raised his hand to cover the dust in front of him, squinted and looked over his head: "Hey! What's the matter!"

I saw the dragon spread its wings and flew up.

Zhuo Fu was silly and shouted: "Eh eh eh! Wait! Where are you going!!!"

The dragon did not answer.

The silver-white figure disappeared into the night sky shrouded by the blood moon in a blink of an eye.

Only Zhuo Fu stood alone in the open space, staring at the sky dullly: "..."

and many more……

How should he explain Mu Heng when he is back! !

The dragon glide in the air.

The blood-colored moonlight fell on his spine, coating the silver-white scale armor with a light red light halo, like a thin veil like smoke.

The wind whizzed in my ears.

Shi'an was upset.

What Zhuo Fu said just now rang in his ears repeatedly.

"...This is the result of human beings' attempts to gain power and life span that do not belong to our race..."

"......Life span that doesn't belong to our race..."

Yes, human life is limited.

Too limited.

Although the average life span has been extended to three hundred years, it is a snap for the dragon.

He slept for more than three hundred years.

The previous black-robed man flashed in Shi An's mind.

Withered white hair, cloudy blue eyes, twisted face covered in blood vessels and wrinkles.

Could it be... Mu Heng will become like this one day?

Can not!

Shi An flew a little faster.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had come to the junction of Ross District and Irvine District.

Under the reflection of the blood moon, a dark canyon can be seen faintly ahead, like a deep scar, burned at the junction of the snowfield and the volcano group.

...This gorge.

Shi An was stunned, and subconsciously slowed down.

Regardless of whether they are strong or not, all monsters will be affected by the blood moon. They will be more primitive, stronger, and more instinctive.

When he saw this gorge, Shi An immediately recalled his plan.

——How to preserve the fleeting collections perfectly and permanently.

He flew to the top of the canyon in a ghostly manner and looked down.

The translucent amber gleamed in the dark, and the smooth and clear surface reflected the **** moonlight and the silver-white dragon's figure under the moonlight.

Perfect and permanent preservation.

"Where is Shi'an?"

Mu Heng looked around and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhuo Fu laughed dryly: "Shi'an... he just flew away..."

Mu Heng was startled and turned to look at Zhuo Fu:

"Where did you fly?"

Zhuo Fu's back was cold, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "This...that...I don't know..."

Mu Heng's eyes sank.

Zhuo Fu persuaded, and stepped back: "I, I really don't know! He didn't tell me at all when he left!"

Wen Yao stared at Zhuo Fu harshly and shook his head: "You are really useless."

Zhuo Fu: "..."

Huh.

The following night, Mu Heng tried to find or contact Shi'an. He even pulled out the three monsters from the warehouse, but they obviously didn't have any clues.

If Shi'an didn't want to be found, then no one of his subjects could feel his breath.

The air pressure on Mu Heng's body was lower.

With the passage of time, the blood moon gradually fell, and although the sky was still glowing with light red, it had basically returned to normal, and the sky faintly showed the dim light of dawn.

Mu Heng raised his hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose, with a rare expression of anxiety on his face.

Perhaps it was a certain premonition in the dark, or out of a beautiful fantasy, he went to his original address in the central area with a faint hope.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and the metal cladding sounded.

The door was pushed open, and it was completely dark inside.

Mu Heng stepped in.

In the next second, he felt a powerful force coming from the front, pressing him firmly against the wall, and the wall behind him made an overwhelming click, spreading cobweb-like patterns.

The muscles of the man's body were tight for a moment.

However, at the moment when he noticed the other's breath, Mu Heng's body immediately relaxed.

The boy leaned in close.

In the darkness, those golden-red vertical pupils are like raging fire, shining with almost barbaric primitive violence.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Mu Heng's chest.

Stabbed...

The sound of the cloth being ripped apart by sharp claws sounded, and the clothes on the man's body instantly shattered into pieces, one after another falling into the darkness.

The icy palm covered with scales pressed Mu Heng's chest, feeling the frequency of human ribs rising and falling with breathing, and the rhythm of the living heart underneath.

"Are you scared?"

The boy's voice was clear and gentle, with a little pure curiosity, other than that, it was pure danger.

He pressed his cold body on the opponent's body, and touched the man's apple with his soft lips.

It's not like a kiss, but like a ritual before a wild animal bites the throat of a prey.

Mu Heng pondered for a few seconds, then nodded.

"What are you afraid of?"

Shi An felt the rolling of the opponent's Adam's apple under his lips: "Death?"

"No." Mu Heng pressed the back of his head against the wall, exposing his fragile throat, his voice calm and soft, as if he sighed in a low voice:

"...I'm afraid you will leave."

"Then are you willing to be with me forever?"

The boy's cold and fatal kiss fell on the side of his neck, and the moist breath rubbed his ears.

His voice was soft and sweet, as if he was acting like a baby while rubbing the tip of his nose against the man's ears: "Even death can't separate us?"

"Always be by my side, okay?"

Mu Heng closed his eyes, his voice hoarse:

"good."

Like the tempted sacrifice in all fairy tales, he unreservedly offered his soul, body... everything to the evil deity without any regrets.

The sharp fingertips pressed on his chest suddenly went deep.

He could feel the pain of his skin being torn, his ribs being broken, and his heart being gripped tightly.

but……

What a pleasure.

He never felt so close to Shi'an.

In the next second, a more intense pain erupted in the depths of the chest cavity, as if scorching hot magma injected into the internal organs, spreading along the meridians and bones, making a sizzling burning sound, every inch of texture was hot and hot, The pain that ordinary people can't bear hit his nerves.

There was a suppressed muffled scream in Mu Heng's throat.

However, the cold body pressed against him never left, and even drew closer.

I don't know how long it has passed.

When Mu Heng opened his eyes in a cold sweat, the dark room was already covered with morning light, the halo of the **** moon had disappeared, and only the clear sunlight was left.

The boy was bathed in the rising sun, his eyelashes were wet, the tip of his nose was reddish, and his gold-red eyes were as shiny as they were washed.

His body was not covered in strands, and his soft and white skin was coated with a gleaming golden light, like a newborn god.

On the opponent's chest, there was a scar healed scar, and scaly lines were faintly visible around it, which looked particularly bright and dazzling on the snow-white skin.

Mu Heng was taken aback, and folded his hands to his chest.

There is an identical wound there.

The boy sniffed, looked up at him, and said solemnly:

"Then, I am willing to share my life span with you."

Mu Heng's pupils shrunk, his Adam's apple rolled, as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't spit out half a syllable anyway.

especially……

He knew how Shi An was afraid of pain.

In the next second, the human's scorching palm supported the young slender neck and dragged him into a deep kiss that was almost angry.

The man's voice was low and unconsciously astringent, pressed against the soft lips of the boy, and said dumbly:

"……why?"

Shi An raised his hand subconsciously, her slender arm embraced the opponent's shoulder, and a slightly trembling suspicious ending sound:

"……Um?"

"Why are you doing this?"

Mu Heng looked at the other party, his eyes as deep as a whirlpool, and his complex and strong emotions almost swallowed him:

"You don't have to—"

The remaining words and sentences were stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

Shi An blinked his wet eyelashes, curled his mouth, there was still a soft cry in his voice, and sighed quietly:

"Actually, I don't want to use this method."

"I was going to seal you in a big amber forever, but..."

In fact, he has already collected all the amber, and is now putting it in the bedroom, waiting for the gleaming silver collection to be sealed in it.

But at the last minute, he changed his mind.

"……but?"

"But I found..." Shi An thought about it for a while, then raised his eyes and secretly glanced at the human in front of him, his voice gradually reduced unconsciously, and he seemed to whisper with embarrassment:

"I seem to be reluctant."

Mu Heng's chest rose and fell rapidly for a moment.

He leaned down and dropped a hot kiss on the opponent's lips.

The golden morning light spilled in from the window, dyeing everything into a blazing and beautiful brilliant gold, as if a whole new world was waking up.

"--I love you too."

Mu Heng said softly with his throat dumb.

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