After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

[Most dragons will experience one to three molting periods in their lifetime, and after a short period of weakness, their strength will increase substantially. The more expensive the bloodline, the stronger the dragon, the more molting times. The longer it takes.

After long-term research and observation, the skin-changing period of the fire dragon is twice, the black dragon is once, and the rock dragon is once...

There is no data for Abyss Dragon.

——Excerpt from Mu's handwriting]

Shi An stared at the huge pitch-black dragon in front of him, lost in thought.

Since breaking the shell, he has never seen any other abyssal dragon besides himself.

So Shi An didn’t know how many times the abyssal dragon should shed before reaching the peak of strength. Most dragons shed their skins at most three times. In addition, after shed their skins three times, he entered a period of tens of thousands of years of stability in strength. So he always thought that he, like other dragons, only shed their skins three times.

So, during the 50,000 years of sleep, was it actually shedding her skin?

Shi An seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and suddenly lowered his head to look at his palm.

The faint snow light in the distance spilled in.

The slender palm was opened, and a silver-white film slowly floated from the tip of the finger to the palm of the palm, and the small and delicate scales reflected the metallic texture.

Could it be that……

This was actually not the fading caused by lack of strength, but the scales that grew back after he shed his skin?

The reason why the human call of Shi'an was successful was actually because he accidentally encountered his fourth molting period?

That's why he was trapped in this human form during the period of weakness.

Shi An blinked.

Although he has never experienced such a long and strange molting period, but...this time there should be similarities to before, right?

Just like--

Shi An slowly leaned forward, opened his mouth cautiously, and grabbed a corner of his scale.

Good!

Shi An frowned and spit out, with a disappointed expression on his face.

what! So is the skin shed this time not edible!

You can eat it every time before!

The clanging sound of a sharp weapon hitting the rock wall came from behind, and the huge impact caused by the wave of magic power echoed in the cave, becoming more and more clear.

Although the hardness of the rock wall is indeed extraordinary, under the continuous high-intensity attack, I am afraid it will not last long.

Shi An sighed.

time to go.

He lifted his palm covered with brand new scales, and finally patted the dragon's head with nostalgia.

——But it slammed into the air.

Eh?

Shi An was startled and looked up.

The huge, dark black dragon body that is tall as a hill, as if faded, turned into a light spot from bottom to top, echoing in the huge dark mountain cave, like a bright whirlwind, rushing towards Shi'an.

The spot of light flooded into the thin chest of the young man, and disappeared in no time.

"Boom--!"

A huge vibration resounded across the mountains, and the solid rocks that had blocked the passage were violently destroyed and burst open.

The sharp gravel rustled down, and the dust was flying in all directions.

After the collapsed rock wall, the man's cold face appeared.

The outline of Mu Heng's eyebrows was cold and deep, and his long silver hair was blown by the strong wind.

Not far behind the man, Wen Yao raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, coughing and choking among the dust and gravel flying all over the sky.

Through the gradual dust, she looked eagerly to the side of the passage.

The cave in the distance was dark and empty.

The rocks above cracked open, revealing the gray sky, and there was no trace of snow below. Snow flakes fell from above, and were swallowed by the moist black ground in an instant.

Wait, the dragon... where did the dragon go?

Wen Yao was stunned.

She stepped forward subconsciously and looked at the past inquisitively.

The cave was empty. At the center of the cave, the huge figure of the dragon had disappeared, and it was replaced by a human figure.

I saw a teenager lying prone in the most central place.

He lay there quietly, covered with a thin layer of snow.

Wen Yao was startled.

That is……

At this moment, a strong wind swept across her ears, and she turned her head in astonishment, but found that Mu Heng speeded up without warning.

The man walks like the wind, and the hem of his clothes rises, drawing a sharp arc.

Only after Wen Yao's stunned effort, the other party walked in front of the boy.

Mu Heng stopped and squatted down.

He lowered his eyes, and his invisible eyes fell on Shi'an.

The boy's body was slightly curled up, his hair scattered, his whole person was buried in deep shadows, his pale skin almost melted with the thin snow on his body.

The second time.

If it could be explained by coincidence for the first time, but now, Mu Heng cannot deny that in this, they really seem to be firmly bound by some kind of hidden thread.

In the dark, an invisible, irresistible magnetic force pulls them together.

As if fate was in his ears, whispering quietly in a language that humans cannot understand.

Mu Heng leaned down, and his fingertips pushed the young man's hair away from him.

The slight breath fell on his gloves, leaving a shallow white mist. Although there was a layer of fabric specially made for combat, Mu Heng still seemed to be able to feel the itch of the truth and illusion. The thick gloves stayed quietly on the skin, causing a hint of secret irritability in his heart.

Zhuo Fu's explanation flashed through Mu Heng's mind subconsciously.

...A princess?

Both the dragon and the princess are there.

What is his role in this role-playing?

Some absurd answer is ready to come out.

Mu Heng felt his heart confused.

At this time, Wen Yao's cautious voice came from behind: "Sir, what's your next order?"

Mu Heng immediately recovered.

As if to conceal something, he stood up abruptly, and immediately drew a distance back, standing half a meter away, as if the unconscious boy in front of him was a dangerous scourge.

"Long should be no longer nearby. Let the technical staff waiting outside come in and search the entire cave well without letting go of any information."

The man had returned to his previous indifference and skill, and all the emotional fluctuations were deeply hidden under the cold and unhuman appearance. He calmly and rationally ordered:

"Contact headquarters, support is needed here."

Wen Yao: "Yes!"

She turned around, but before taking a few steps, she turned back and asked, "Sir, do you need to contact the medical team stationed in the camp?"

Mu Heng looked down at the boy in front of him subconsciously, and then quickly retracted his gaze:

"Well, just do it."

Wen Yao hesitated for a few seconds, and finally hesitated and said, "Um...sir, it is estimated that it will be a while since the stretcher is here. Should we move Shi'an away from there?"

The ground is full of melted snow, which has soaked half of Shi An's clothes.

The temperature here is extremely low, the sky is freezing, and the melting snow is freezing at an extremely fast speed-because of the low temperature, his face is pale and blue, and there is no blood on his lips, and it seems that he is still trembling.

Wen Yao had a good impression of this beautiful, well-behaved, and polite young man. It was a bit intolerable to see him like this.

She looked at Mu Heng, and when she touched the cold and tense face of the other party, she seemed to realize something suddenly and explained:

"I understand that you don't want to have too much physical contact with people. I will just do this..."

Unexpectedly, Mu Heng almost interrupted her without even thinking about it:

"No, you still have a task."

Wen Yao was taken aback.

Although she does have a mission, but... it won't take a few minutes?

Although Wen Yao was full of doubts, since Mu Heng had already spoken, she couldn't say anything, so after a salute, she hurriedly turned and left.

After all, Wen Yao believes that, no matter what, the chief will not let the victim lie in the ice water in the low temperature near Baidu, but will order others to do it after she leaves.

Mu Heng retracted his gaze.

He fixedly looked at the boy in front of him for a few seconds, and finally as if made up his mind, he took a few steps forward, shortened the distance he had just opened, and then bent down and reached out to hug him.

In his sleep, Shi An felt the warmth from the human body, and he shrank into Mu Heng's arms.

He arched his furry head over the man's chest, as if he wanted to rub himself into the other's clothes.

Mu Heng's body was slightly stiff.

——He involuntarily remembered the last time, when he found the same comatose Shianzhi in the cave.

At that time, the other party did the same, crawling into his arms as if afraid of cold.

The only difference was that at that time, there were almost only patches on the opponent's body.

Although separated from his gloves and his coat, he still vaguely felt the soft and pliable texture of the teenager's waist. To him, who didn't like physical contact, it was as hot as a stove.

However, because he was the only one around, Mu Heng could not leave the opponent alone in that dangerous area, so he had to take Shi'an out as fast as he could.

This time is obviously better than last time.

At least Shi An was wearing a thick winter suit that could completely cover his whole body, wrapped himself into a ball, and was full when he hugged him in his arms.

Moreover, as long as he wants, he can directly let others take over, or simply find a drier place to put them down.

But I don't know why, but Mu Heng feels that he is more upset now than last time.

The boy in his arms was shaking.

Although the clothes are thick, the unconscious trembling of the slender limbs is clearly transmitted, like a small animal with wet fur, subconsciously drilling into human arms, tremblingly relying on instinct to absorb warmth.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and looked into his arms.

In his brief interval of distraction, Shi'an seemed to have finally found a most suitable position.

He curled up his whole person, nestled in comfortably, and almost made a circle around the opponent's waist with his tail.

Although his face was still bloodless and his lips were blue, his frowning eyebrows finally loosened slightly.

Half of his face was buried in his clothes, only showing the smooth-lined jaw and beautifully shaped lips, and his eyelashes were tightly closed, looking like some kind of fragile and fragile artwork.

Mu Heng's gaze paused slightly.

Inexplicably, Zhuo Fu's joking with no righteousness sounded in his ears again.

There is no retribution for life-saving grace, when...?

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Fu, bad idea maker