After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Mu Heng sat on the piled rocks, his two long legs were slightly bent, and the plackets of his upper body were spread out, revealing the white bandage after being bandaged.

He raised his head, fixedly gazing at the distant sky, and a corner of the sky covered by wind and snow was reflected in the depths of his obscure blue eyes.

When Wen Yao arrived, he saw this scene.

She lowered her pace subconsciously and said slowly: "...sir."

Mu Heng retracted his gaze and turned to look over.

His face became pale due to the loss of blood, and he almost merged with the remnant snow behind him, his outline became harder and harder, and his eyes were sharp: "Have you sent someone from the Southern Canyon?"

Wen Yao was silent for a while, and said: "I sent it, but..."

"But you sent the main manpower to find me, didn't you?" Mu Heng's voice was cold and bitter.

"--madness."

Wen Yao lowered her head, her expression as calm as steel: "...It's the incompetence of his subordinates."

Even if she was given another chance, Wen Yao would still make the same choice.

Those students trapped in the southern gorge are also in danger, but as Mu Heng's subordinates, the safety of the chief is her top priority.

Mu Heng stood up: "Let's go."

Wen Yao was taken aback: "...Where to go?"

In this state of Mu Heng, the best place to go is the hospital, but looking at the other person's expression, it doesn't look like a person preparing to rest at all.

The man put on his coat full of dust and falling snow, his eyes are like unmelting ice:

"Clean up."

auction.

Chen Jia: "Quick! Move faster!"

He commanded the team in front of him, looking impatient: "Aren't you full? Hurry up!"

Looking at the men standing in a row in front of him and carrying the treasure chest, Chen Jia frowned and looked extremely impatient.

The auction house was originally the property of the Chen family.

But Chen Yankang was beheaded here by Mu Heng with a single sword, and Chen Yanming was still missing in the Aiwen Snowfield, seeing that the family power was hit hard.

Chen Jia is the son of a collateral line in the family.

After Chen Yankang's death, he was forced to top him and was temporarily in charge of dealing with the auction house.

Therefore, they have to take advantage of the people in the bureau before they come back, quickly move the treasure to the place, and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

At this moment, Chen Jia suddenly felt the ground under his feet sway slightly.

He was startled slightly, and for a moment he was a little unsure whether this was his own illusion.

In the next second, a more obvious sense of vibration came immediately, dust fell from the dome, and there was a messy sound of heavy objects falling from all around, and everyone looked around in panic.

This is definitely not an illusion.

What, what's going on?

Chen Jia stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall and barely stabilized his figure, looking dazed and confused.

Is it an earthquake?

"Crack--!"

The sound of rock cracking sounded from overhead, and the cracks in the spider web spread across the specially reinforced dome.

"Crack!"

The huge sharp claw sank in, and then pulled it back hard!

The ceiling shattered into pieces under that terrible force, and along with the crackling fall of dust and rocks, the auction house that had just been neat and tidy immediately became messy and shattered.

The humans below screamed and fled in all directions.

Thin sunlight fell in, clearly drawing the outline of the majestic and terrifying.

The silver-white dragon stood quietly on the top of the dome, and a pair of gold and red icy vertical pupils looked down at the ants that were running away in front of them, as if they were watching the dust under their feet.

Chen Jia's legs were already soft, and he could only barely fall to the ground with the support of the wall behind him. Under the pressure from the species and soul, he was sweating coldly.

"Welcome, fight!"

He heard himself screaming in a panic-shifted voice.

The magical power-integrated attack beam attacked the dragon in front of you like a rain of arrows, and landed on the opponent's silver hard scale armor, making a heavy sound like a metal and stone strike.

However, those powerful magical powers fell on the opponent, but it didn't seem to cause any harm at all.

Instead, the dragon was angered.

It exerts force under its claws, and the heavy rocks are as soft and fragile as paper soaked in water, and are easily crushed.

The ceiling was torn open by a huge hole.

The dragon opened its mouth, and its teeth were sharp and white, gleaming in the sun with a chilling light.

He seemed to know the location of all the fortifications in the auction house.

The scorching golden red flames spit out from his mouth, and the roaring waves of fire roared, as if it could ignite the air at the same time. All the mechanical weapons and guards in the auction house were all vanished in an instant. Under the overwhelming strength of, there is almost no match.

This... how terrifying this is.

The dragon gathered its wings and stepped into the auction house. The ground trembled, as if the sky broke and the earth cracked.

"Humanity."

He said in a low, thick voice:

"You took things that didn't belong to you."

The dragon lowered its head, its vertical pupils gleamed with flame-like luster in the darkness, and its breath smelled of burning gunpowder:

"It's time for you to pay the price."

Chen Jia looked around and realized with hindsight that he was the only living person left here. He just woke up like a dream, and knelt down with a thump, and prayed in fear:

"Please! You, your treasure is here—"

He shivered and pointed to the sealed treasure chest in the hall.

The humans who had been carrying them had fled in all directions, leaving them to be discarded in the middle of the hall.

The dragon stretched out its claws, and the sharp claws slashed across it. In an instant, the treasure chest shattered, and the golden treasures poured out, shining with a seductive bright light in the half-clear hall.

——However, the number is far from enough.

"What's left?" he asked.

"Left, the rest is still in the warehouse!" Chen Jia stammered, pointing in one of the directions.

He hurriedly took out a metal magnetic card flashing blue from his pocket:

"This is the key—"

A wisp of black smoke gushed from the palm of the dragon, and the black smoke opened its mouth, swallowing all the treasure chests on the ground into its stomach, and then flew back to the dragon's side.

Shi An nodded and said politely, "Thank you."

However, before Chen Jia breathed a sigh of relief, he saw hot flames spit out from the dragon's throat. Before he even let out a scream, it turned into flying ash in the blink of an eye.

The flames were controlled extremely delicately, and only burned the human body, but the clothing was not harmed at all.

There was no one left in the entire hall, and all mechanical equipment including monitoring had been completely destroyed.

Shi'an can feel that the side effects on her body are slowly disappearing.

Soon, the position of the giant dragon was empty, replaced by a slender human teenager.

The young man stepped in a pool of blood skillfully, his toes were round and lovely, his fingertips were slightly pink, and the contrast between scarlet and pale was particularly shocking.

He has no strands on his body, his limbs are slender, his complexion is white, as clean and soft as the first snow, only a pair of eyes still maintain the appearance of a dragon.

Standing naked among the wreckage and corpses, the young man had a terrifying and terrifying beauty.

Shi An walked forward without hesitation, stepping over the corpse on the ground unhurriedly, to the only complete clothing.

He bent over to pick up the clothes, shook off the dark dust lightly, and put on the clothes one size larger than his own body, with a slender waist and slender and soft limbs, all quickly Covered by clothing.

Shi An rolled up the slightly longer sleeves and trouser legs, stepped into the size one's shoes, and then walked in the direction the man was pointing at.

Through the long corridor, at the end of the corridor is a huge vault.

With a beep of the door of the vault, it slowly opened under the action of the magnetic card.

Shi'an entered the vault.

His eyes moved and searched in the room filled with countless gold and treasures, the expression on his face getting heavier and heavier.

In the distance, the capable person stationed in the vault subconsciously turned his head and saw the familiar clothes of the person who came.

He subconsciously wanted to say hello, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized something was wrong-although the clothes were the same, no matter the height and body shape, they were completely different.

He suddenly became vigilant: "Who!"

Shi An did not answer.

The capable person attacked and turned into hundreds of phantoms, attacking the young man in front of him from all directions, with tricky angles, and all tricks could kill people.

The boy raised his eyes, and under his long eyelashes were a pair of flame-like vertical pupils, silently looking in this direction.

His gaze was cold and calm, and he actually locked the only entity among hundreds of phantoms, the ability person.

How can it be!

Those with the ability were suddenly shocked.

However, before he could reflect, his body seemed to be held tightly by some invisible pressure, and his skeletal muscles were sobbing overwhelmed, and he couldn't move anyway.

The opponent walked slowly to his eyes, pinched his throat with his slender fingers, and directly lifted him up.

Shi An asked softly: "Where are my things?"

There are indeed a lot of gold and silver jewellery in the vault, but they are not of high value. They are not enough for the collection he has carefully collected for so many years, and the precious gems listed in the collection list are completely gone.

The treasure in the box outside is indeed his.

But too little.

The things contained in the dozen or so boxes were at most a little more than the treasures in the principal's warehouse in Irvine District. Shi An didn't believe that there was only such a treasure here.

His fingertips slowly tightened, feeling the tremor of the opponent's throat bone between his fingers.

There was a suffocating "hehe" sound in the throat of the capable person, his eyes burst, and he weakly scratched the opponent's fingers on his neck.

The young man squeezed his throat and moved a little closer, a cruel and indifferent light gleaming in a pair of golden red eyes:

"Where is the dragon's treasure you stole?"

Mu Heng flicked the tip of his sword, and the scarlet blood fell on the snow, looking like a red flower in full bloom.

Another headless corpse of a mercenary fell down. The blood sprayed from the neck cavity was frozen into ice **** before it hit the ground. His wrist was broken, and a leg was thrown half a meter away, looking terrible.

Wen Yao followed Mu Heng, her lips pressed tightly, her eyes worried.

Although Mu Heng's actions were completely invisible, Wen Yao, as a confidant who had been with him for several years, could clearly feel that the leader's current state was very wrong.

In the past, Mu Heng's fighting habit was quick, hard and accurate, just like the **** of death who was already used to killing, never inflicting too much pain, everything was for efficiency.

But this time... Mu Heng looked rough and cruel.

It's not like to achieve a certain purpose, but more like--

revenge.

The man’s eyes are very cold, like a dark blue vortex. There is no light to shine through, with a certain kind of icy cold, like a merciless sharp blade. When they are swept over, they will subconsciously feel a kind of Phantom pain like being cut.

He indulges himself in killing.

It seemed that every mercenary standing in front of him was an enemy, venting his rage on the enemy.

Wen Yao felt panic, but she did not dare to step forward or ask what happened to Mu Heng.

Or... who had the problem.

At this moment, a member of the administrative bureau hurried forward and reached Wen Yao's ear to say something.

Wen Yao was startled, a trace of joy filled her cheeks.

She turned to look at Mu Heng and said, "Sir, good news! The students trapped in the Southern Canyon have been found!"

Mu Heng was stunned, then turned his head and looked over.

The long sword in the man's hand was still dripping blood slowly, and his eyes without emotional fluctuations fixedly stared at Wen Yao not far away.

He calmly asked, "...what?"

"It seems that some students noticed something wrong with this exchange meeting and notified other students, so they hid in time and were not involved in the battle!"

...The student is still alive?

In other words, the blood sacrifice did not succeed?

Mu Heng's eyes were slightly startled.

He raised his hand subconsciously and briefly touched his lower lip with his cold fingertips.