After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

A hoarse laugh came from the thick black smoke: "Naturally—"

Suddenly, it suddenly realized something, and its voice suddenly stopped: "Wait, you can understand me?"

Shi An smiled and replied in the same language:

"if not?"

His voice has a peculiar rhythm, the words are clear, and the Buddha is singing some long-forgotten ballad.

The black smoke was shocked.

This is impossible!

The language it uses is very old, and it does not believe that an ordinary human can understand it.

After carefully examining the human in front of him for a few seconds, Black Smoke couldn't help but cried out:

"--It's you?"

Shi An looked inexplicable: "Do you know me?"

The black smoke fell into a deep shock.

The reason why it can recognize this human being is because... this human has ever made a deal with itself.

And now that the transaction has been successful, how could he appear in front of him again alive?

Shi An showed a thoughtful look: "No, it should be another one."

another one? What's the meaning?

Why does it not understand?

A feeling of extreme anxiety came, as if something was beyond his control.

Under the stimulus of fear, Black Smoke decided to cut the mess with a sharp knife, and strangled the threat in the cradle.

Although the other party can understand his own language, the smell that he emits is like a fake human being, with body temperature, flesh and blood, and bones. Since he is a flesh and blood body, he can definitely become his own food!

"No matter what you are talking about, go to **** anyway!"

Its voice was cold and evil, echoing in the space like an ice blade.

I saw the turbulent black smoke in the room soaring!

All the light and shadow were swallowed in an instant, leaving only endless darkness, like a slowly rotating vortex, with a strong pulling force that confuses people's hearts.

The entire room seemed to fall into another dimension in an instant, dominated by an invisible huge power.

Low muttering sounded from all directions, quietly approaching the young man in the dark center.

...

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Falling into eternal sleep, falling into a boundless dream...

Against the backdrop of the huge smoke around, the human teenager appears extremely fragile and insignificant.

As the sound continued, he lowered his head little by little and sat quietly in the dark center, seeming to have been successfully captured by the deadly trap.

Black Smoke breathed a sigh of relief.

It succeeded.

Although he didn't make a deal, he couldn't eat the soul of the other party, but occasionally a change of taste and some blood food would not be bad.

A huge mouth opened silently in the smoke, and his throat was like a dark abyss, rushing towards the boy.

In the next second, the black smoke felt that he was strangling his throat.

It was caught off guard with a scream.

? ? ?

what happened?

The black smoke looked down in horror.

I saw that the knuckles of the human beings were delicate and fair-skinned. At this moment, it was pinching tightly below its mouth.

When is he—?

The young man in front of him raised his dark eyes, and the golden-red blazing fire flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He thought for a while and asked:

"That's it?"

Black smoke: "..." What do you mean? !

Enraged by the contempt in the other's tone, the black smoke roared in anger.

It tried to counterattack, but for some reason, its body seemed to be fixed by some extremely powerful force and could no longer move.

Shi An chuckled softly.

Immediately afterwards, the black smoke felt that the body that she was holding was as if burned by flames, and the burning sensation imprinted in the depths of the soul made it unable to control its screams:

"So hot! So hot and so hot! It burned me to death!"

With its screams, the surrounding darkness was instantly diluted and shrunk, slowly revealing the original appearance of the room.

"So you look like this." Shi'an showed a daze.

The black smoke still tried to struggle, it screamed grimly: "You better let go, or be careful of me—"

Shi An interrupted it: "You should be a monster of soul nature, right?"

The black smoke was startled.

How could a human being only eighteen or nineteen years old know a monster of the nature of the soul?

Obviously they have been extinct on the mainland for tens of thousands of years!

Shi An tilted his head: "So, can you take a closer look at me?"

The strange sense of ominousness originated in the depths of the soul.

The black smoke controlled his instinct to retreat, opened his spiritual eyes with trepidation, and looked at the human being in front of him——

Black smoke: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It, it saw...

The golden and scarlet vertical pupils, the huge and terrifying figure, the hell-like breath--

It's a dragon! There are **** dragons! !

Help! ! !

The demon worm lying in Shi'an's sleeve listened gleefully and turned over in great comfort.

——Haha, great!

Shi An pointed to himself: "Have you ever made a deal with this human?"

"--Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!" Black Smoke was still screaming.

Shi An pinched fiercely with his fingertips.

"Chi." The black smoke shut up.

Shi An shook it and said impatiently, "Quickly answer me."

Black Smoke trembled and said tremblingly:

"Yes, it is."

Shi An nodded.

No wonder.

He knew that Shi An, the human being, shouldn't have the ability to find a way to summon the dragon by himself.

However, this did not solve all Shi'an's questions.

He was about to continue to ask, only to hear Zechun's penetrating joyous voice when it came downstairs.

Although what was said was not very true, Shi An immediately understood what was going on downstairs-Mu Heng was here!

"Big, sir, you..." Black Smoke continued cautiously.

But before it finished speaking, the young man in front of him suddenly tightened his fingers, squeezed the black smoke, and then squeezed it back into the previous small box.

Black Smoke stared at the inner wall of the familiar box in front of him, and fell silent: "..."

?

Shi An pulled the devil out of his sleeve and said, "Look at it, don't let it run away."

The Demon Insect is very active in persecuting the same kind.

It geared up and replied happily, "No problem!"

The door was knocked just after the order was finished.

Shi Rui's voice came through the door panel: "The guest is here, my father asked me to call you."

downstairs.

In order to welcome Mu Heng, the Shi family prepared a dinner with the highest specifications. Everyone was waiting. Even the Shi family’s father and son changed. It seemed low-key, but in fact it was quite high-grade. Clothes suitable for formal occasions were waiting with smiles on their faces. at the door.

Mu Heng stepped into the hall.

His gaze swept around the hall without a trace, but he couldn't miss the familiar figure.

After a brief greeting, Mu Heng asked directly into the subject: "Where is Shi'an?"

Shi Zechun's smiling face couldn't help but froze.

Although it was incredible, his previous conjecture was confirmed that Mu Heng would agree to their invitation this time because it was his ineffective eldest son.

What on earth does Shi'an attract this big man? After all the calculations, only that face can still be shot.

Could it be...?

Shi Zechun was the first to deny this possibility in his heart.

impossible.

What level of character Mu Heng is, as long as he wants to, there will be no shortage of any type of beauty around him.

Just rely on Shi An's trash that can only be seen by the face? It is absolutely impossible.

but……

Shi Zechun's face raised a smile again: "I have sent someone to call him, so I will come down."

But-if Shi'an really has this ability, whether it is by face or something else, to let Shi family catch up on Mu Heng's line... he is still very willing to re-emphasize this son who has been disappointing him. .

Shi Zechun smiled and introduced Mu Heng into his seat, while thinking with satisfaction in his heart.

Behind the maid, Shi An walked into the hall one step at a time.

He was still wearing the school body, his brows drooping listlessly, and he looked sloppy.

Shi Zechun enthusiastically pulled him over and arranged him in a position close to Mu Heng: "You sit here."

Shi An looked at this fickle human being inexplicably.

This person is too weird, is this just changing his face faster than turning a book?

He stood in place and shook his head: "No."

Shi Zechun was stunned: "What?"

The smile on his face couldn't hold back. He didn't expect that his eldest son would be so ignorant of good and bad, and he would be so rude in front of Mu Heng.

Shi Zechun stretched out his hand to grab Shi'an's arm, and used his dark energy:

"You kid, what silly thing to say..."

He tugged, but didn't tugged.

Although the young man in front of him looked delicate, but he seemed to be heavy. When Shi Zechun pulled it down with all his strength, there was no trace of movement.

He raised his eyes, and Ze Chun stopped for a second when he looked at him, and his dark eyes were filled with a slightly puzzled expression:

"Stupid? Where is that stupid?"

Shi Zechun could almost hear the sound of the string in his head being burnt with anger.

But because of Mu Heng, his face still maintains a smile, but it looks ugly and reluctant, almost slightly distorted: "You—"

At this moment, Mu Heng said:

"fine."

His voice was low and cold, and easily broke the stagnant atmosphere under him.

Mu Heng raised his eyes, and looked at the young boy not far away with a pair of calm eyes like a lake:

"You can sit anywhere."

Now that Mu Heng had spoken, Shi Zechun couldn't hold on, letting go of Shi'an's wrist.

Just listen to Mu Heng continue to say: "But I want to know, why you don't want to sit in that position?"

Shi Zechun's heart touched his throat instantly.

He knows the annoying ability of outdated An. His son doesn’t pay attention to the occasion and common sense when he speaks, and he doesn’t save face. It's good to offend thoroughly.

Shi An thought for a while and decided to tell the truth:

"You are so good-looking, I will be distracted when sitting next to you."

——Should I be confused by the other party's shiny appearance, and if I accidentally agree to the other party's request, it will be troublesome.

"Cough cough cough cough!!!"

Shi Zechun did not control his expression, and was careful to choke on his saliva, coughing earth-shaking.

Mu Heng was also startled.

The reason why he asked this question was simple. He was a little curious about why the other party had refused his offer before, and whether there was any hidden reason in it.

——To get such an answer is something he didn't expect at all.

Mu Heng is no stranger to praise and praise.

I don't know how many people have praised and admired him face to face for his toughness, cruelty, and power.

What he is no stranger to is the jealousy, jealousy, utilitarian, and fear hidden behind him.

And like this is simple and straightforward, even offensive compliments.

Mu Heng listened to it for the first time.

But unexpected, it's hard to call it annoying.

Seeing the suddenly strange atmosphere in the hall, Shi'an blinked blankly.

Did you say something wrong?

He recalled carefully, but found nothing.

It doesn't seem to say anything strange either!

Don’t humans now like the word "good-looking" anymore?

However, when Shi An walked towards the end position, Shi Ze Jun did not stop this time.

A table with ghosts ate a meal without a taste.

The only happy person is Shi An.

In his current position, he can enjoy the sparkle without being affected by the other party, and because he is far away, he will not be involved in the conversation that cannot be dealt with.

And more importantly...

This meal is really delicious! ! !

Shi An felt that he had eaten a lot of delicious food during his time in human society, and the level of food tonight was still beyond his imagination.

Is this the taste of money!

After the dinner was over, Shi An hiccuped happily.

Seeing that the dishes on the dining table were removed, he suddenly realized that Mu Heng hadn't mentioned the previous incident during the entire dinner.

Is it giving up?

Shi An looked suspiciously in Mu Heng's direction.

He could see that at that time Zechun probably wouldn't refuse any request from Mu Heng.

If he mentioned it lightly on the table, Shi Zechun absolutely agreed without saying a word, and even wished to tie him up with a bow.

In order not to resist excessively and cause suspicion, Shi'an must bite the bullet and agree.

Mu Heng seemed to feel Shi An's gaze and looked at him.

——The eyes are so beautiful.

Shi'an lost his mind.

He decided that when Mu Heng was made into a figure in the future, it seemed a little too far to put it on the tip of his tail. It might be the most suitable to put it on his left paw, so that he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.

Mu Heng retracted his gaze and stood up.

He straightened the edges of his tactical gloves and said goodbye to Shi Zechun indifferently and courteously.

Shi Zechun winked at Shi'an.

Shi An looked back blankly: "...?"

Shi Zechun winked at the opponent again.

Shi An reacted for a while, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter? Are your eyes cramping?"

Shi Zechun: "..."

Rebellious child!

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice every word: "Shi'an, you go send it off."

He seemed to notice the strangeness here, and Mu Heng turned his head and looked over.

In front of him, the servant had already helped open the door, the dark night sky was deep and far away, the cold moonlight was silently falling, and Mu Heng's silver hair was like a burning white flame, shining with a pure and smooth texture like pearls.

Shi An had a flower in front of him, and subconsciously agreed: "Okay."

——It's too late for him to react.

Shi An sighed.

He and Mu Heng were the only ones left in the silent night. They walked forward together, and neither of them spoke.

When approaching the door, the opponent broke the silence first:

"When you change your mind, you can contact me at any time."

With that, Mu Heng took out a box from his coat pocket and handed it over.

Shi An took it subconsciously.

He glanced at it.

It contained a weird-looking square, which seemed to be made of glass and steel. It took Shi An two seconds to find relevant information from his poor understanding of human society—it seemed to be something called a mobile phone?

"There is my number in it."

Mu Heng lowered his cold blue eyes and watched the young man's soft hair quietly.

His voice is low and mute, with a touch of cold and magnetic metal texture:

"Of course, you can ask for any payment."

At Shi'an's insistence, Shi Zechun finally sent a car to send him back to the small villa where Shi'an had been living before.

After a brief greeting to the tearful old housekeeper, Shi An went straight to his room.

After closing the door, he took out the small box that had come back from the house of the Shi Patriarch.

The demon worm reported happily: "Don't worry, I didn't run."

Moreover, he was scared to death by its exaggeration and mystery. Now I am afraid that Shi'an is willing to ask anything.

Sure enough, when the black smoke was released, it was like pour beans from a bamboo tube, and it would be a clean talk to the trade that once was able to human time security, without letting go of any details.

Human Shi'an got this box before he was about to be kicked out of Shi's house owner.

He has not detected any fluctuations in magic power for several years, and his father’s attitude towards him is getting colder and colder. At that time, he already knew that he was about to be abandoned and replaced. Out of despair, he was tempted by the black smoke to do something with it. The transaction.

——He hopes to get strong power.

And black smoke is not a good thing.

It is just a monster that can eat human souls, not the lamp **** in fairy tales, so the way it satisfies human desires is to create a similar illusion. Their souls feed.

However, when Shi'an released it, the ghost knew how long it had been in that box. Over the long years, it had become weak and unable to create any illusion.

Therefore, the black smoke gave Shi'an a spell that could satisfy his wishes, but was absolutely impossible to complete.

Black Smoke could not even think that this impossible spell was actually completed.

After all, who the **** knows there are dragons now! !

And because Shi'an's own soul dissipated in this successful sacrifice, it didn't get any food, and could only resent in the dark, quietly waiting for the appearance of the next victim.

After listening, Shi An asked:

"Before you were put out by the original time? Don't you know where you are at all?"

Black Smoke shook his head: "I don't know."

Shi An picked up the black smoke and shook it, shaking it violently, "Then how do you know the spell that summons the dragon?"

He frowned suspiciously: "You don't seem to live that long."

You know, that spell is considered ancient even to Shi'an, and according to the self-report of this monster, it thought that all the fantasy species had disappeared, so it is logically impossible for it to know this spell. .

The black smoke hesitated for a while.

Devil: "Ahem!"

It coughed twice, raised its thin legs and wiped its neck: "Don't you tell me?"

Black Smoke is anxious: "Okay, OK, I said I said--"

It slowly opened its mouth, opening its mouth wider and wider until it was almost bigger than its head, and then—"Oh!"

The devil's face turned green: "..."

I **** told you to say, I didn't make you vomit!

I saw the black smoke wriggling twice, and then spit out a book much larger than it.

Shi An reluctantly picked up a corner of the book with his fingertips: "...what is this?"

"It was downloaded before I was locked in this small box." Black Smoke said weakly: "There were many books out there at the time. I wanted to swallow one casually. Maybe there is a way to get me out of it. , So I chose the one that looks the oldest and uses the most expensive writing materials—"

Generally speaking, the deeper the spells recorded in the older books, the higher the chance of escape.

But it got more and more sad as it said, shouting hoarsely:

"Who would have thought that everything in this is about dragons!!!"

Moreover, why would anyone use such expensive enchanted paper to write a book about the dragon's race, appearance, habits, and even the time of molting!

Is there any disease? !

Devil: "..."

It suddenly had an ominous hunch.

At this time, the Demon Worm couldn't bother to dislike it.

It climbed up to the thick book with difficulty, opened the cover of the book with a few thin legs, and then searched eagerly, looking for any location where useful information might appear.

The devil stopped suddenly.

Its sight fell on the end of the book page, and saw a dark red handwriting written on the brown-yellow paper page. The brushstrokes were complicated, and it seemed to use some kind of ancient writing variant.

Although the Demon Worm doesn’t know much about ancient languages, it can recognize it daily. The word is—

Mu.

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The Mu family, ancestors have been dragon idiots for generations