After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Shi An: "..."

What is this requirement!

He stood there and hesitated for two seconds before leaning forward cautiously and pressing his lips.

The lips touched the lips briefly for a second, and then he hurriedly withdrew and backed away.

Mu Heng squinted his eyes slightly, as if the ice-snow-like eyes were hidden deep in the shadows, the expression in his eyes was a little unclear.

Shi An took a small step back quietly, and said vigilantly:

"You said yes!"

Mu Heng pondered for two seconds, then compromised: "Okay."

Shi An breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

He thought for a while and asked:

"So, when will you leave for Ross District?"

Mu Heng: "Tonight."

The current situation is getting more and more complicated, and the strength of the dragon is rapidly recovering. Time is a very precious resource, and they must race against time.

Shi An nodded: "Okay, then I'll go back and pack up! See you tonight."

Mu Heng: "I will send you."

Shi An felt frustrated at the thought of spending so long with the other party in a confined space.

He shook his head quickly: "No, no need! I'll just go back by myself!"

As soon as the voice fell, Shi An hurriedly turned around and wanted to leave, but before taking a few steps out, his elbow was lightly caught by the other party: "Wait."

The man's palm was close to the boy's arm, and the scorching heat easily penetrated into the thin cloth.

Shi An suddenly froze and turned his head to look away subconsciously.

Seeing the man step forward unhurriedly, the distance between the two immediately shortened.

Mu Heng leaned down slightly, the two sniffled each other.

His eyes are extremely deep, and there is a little inexplicable emotion in the bottom of his eyes, as if the sky is far away.

Mu Heng's gaze slowly descended, gently falling on Shi'an's lips.

The boy’s lips are slightly open, his lip color is light red, his lower lip is full and soft, and there is a little bit of tooth marks just left, like crushed petals, as if a little bit of force can ooze sweet flower juice. .

He raised a hand and stroked his chin with warm fingertips.

The fingertips touched the skin, causing a subtle shudder, like a cluster of electric current running through that small piece of skin.

Shi An heard his heart pounding.

Without knowing that the other party's sense of sight is too strong, or for other reasons, his nerves involuntarily tightened, his body froze in place, unable to move.

Mu Heng's fingers swept back, and his long, powerful fingers gently stirred up a strand of damp hair of the young man. Very shallow magical power waves surged against Shi'an's cheeks. In the next second, the water vapor was controlled to evaporate and disappear. It's all clean.

This is not the first time he has done this.

But the way he did it these two times was very different.

The man's eyes seemed to be trapped in a misty mist.

He retracted his hand and took a step back a little:

"All right."

Shi'an was still a little absent-minded when he returned to the small villa.

As soon as he returned to the room, he was surrounded by three monsters: "My lord, why are you coming back now? We are all worried to death!"

Since Shi An went to the bureau this time, in order to avoid being discovered, none of the three monsters followed.

There was a look of hope and longing on the vague face of Black Smoke:

"My lord, is the magic expansion bag ready?"

Shi An seemed to come back to his senses: "Oh...oh! I got it."

He took out the dusty bag from his pocket and injected his magic power into it. Soon, the huge space spread out in an instant, big enough to fit all the treasures he had now recovered.

But it is difficult to fit more.

However, Shi An was not worried. When he found the remaining treasure, his magic power value should be able to make a big breakthrough. By that time, the space of the bag should also become larger.

Looking at the bag in front of him, the black smoke almost cried with joy.

Finally, finally! It finally doesn't have to worry about being choked to death by Treasure!

However, just when the black smoke was about to transfer all the treasures in, Shi An was ruthlessly stopped: "Remember to wash it before putting it in."

Black smoke: "..."

So you really hate me because you hate me!

The black smoke dragged the bag and floated into the bathroom in a very low mood.

Soon, there was a splash of water in the bathroom, and it was obvious that the black smoke began to wash away the treasure.

Shi An threw his entire dragon into the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and let out a muffled cry:

"So tired..."

Eyeballs rushed up doglegs, waving his two thin arms, and graciously hammering Shi An on the back: "My lord, will this be better?"

Shi An moved his head, turned his head and looked over, and said blankly:

"will not."

Eyeballs: "That..."

Shi An said ruthlessly: "Don't touch me."

You are a little sick.

Eyeballs: "..."

Huh.

It sobbed, and sat in the corner with its wounded heart in its hands.

After hurting two monsters in a row, Shi An felt that his mood was finally getting better.

He turned over, sat up, and said:

"By the way, we are going to Ross District next."

"...Huh?" Three incredible voices came from three different directions.

Shi An simply recounted his plan.

"In short, we have to make a quick fight now." He announced seriously.

I always feel that it will continue to drag on... there will be something beyond my control.

Shi'an couldn't say exactly what it was, but he only knew that this feeling like a precursor to a fall made him faintly panicked.

He is not just a dragon that is very good at adapting to changes in the environment.

Otherwise, Shi An would not have been sleeping in the cave for tens of thousands of years.

A comfortable, dark, and unchanging sleep life is what Shi'an wants.

That's right, as he planned at the beginning, take back the treasure, **** the collection, and then find a way to return to the end of the abyss and find a cave to continue his sleep.

This is what he wants.

Shi An took a deep breath and his expression became firm:

"Hurry up and pack your things."

He turned upside down, collapsed on the bed again, yawned of course, and added lazily: "...I'll make up for a sleep."

"Alright, call me."

The devil squatted on the bedside table by the side.

It has been silent since just now. At this moment, it finally couldn't help its doubts anymore, and slowly said, "That...sir..."

Shi An: "Huh?"

"Is it my illusion?" The Demon Worm said with great doubt: "The breath on your body... is a bit strange."

It is the signature that has followed Shi An for the longest time, and is also the most sensitive to changes in Shi An's body.

But since the other party came back, it always seems to be able to capture a little unfamiliar breath from the other party's body. It is not the fire and smoke or the smell of blood contaminated by the killing, but it seems to be superficially mixed into Shi'an. In the breath, it blends with his own taste.

"Did you meet anyone after you went out?"

Shi An's back stiffened: "No!"

"Ken, it must be your illusion!"

He coughed vigorously, then jumped up from the bed abruptly, walked out quickly, and hurriedly threw a sentence:

"Oh by the way, I'll talk to the butler about the Ross District!"

"You guys quickly clean up, I'll come back to check!"

night.

The twilight gradually smeared the entire sky, and soon darkness fell.

Shi An came downstairs and got in the car.

Apart from Mu Heng, there are two other familiar faces in this car, one is Zhuo Fu and the other is Wen Yao.

When Zhuo Fu saw Shi'an, he waved at him excitedly: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly! I'm here this time too!"

Wen Yao sneered: "Yes, I really can't think of it."

Hearing that it was so lively last time, Zhuo Fu has always been very unwilling to miss the trip to Avon District, so this time I heard that they are going to Roth District, begging for nothing, and they will follow along.

Perhaps considering that he was really useful, Mu Heng finally agreed.

Only Mu Heng had a place in the car.

Shi An: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, and sat down cautiously.

Shi An took out a large pack of snacks from his pocket and hugged him, and looked at Zhuo Fu, "Speaking of which, how long does it take us to ride in the car?"

Zhuo Fu thought for a while and said, "About two hours, right?"

Shi An was stunned, and counted seriously in his heart: "No way? So fast?"

Zhuo Fu winked at him: "You'll know when you arrive."

Wen Yao sneered at his mysterious appearance, but in the end he still did not expose him.

Shi An said "Oh", buried his head and started fighting with the bag of snacks in his arms.

I don't know if it was because of the fingers being too tight or the snack bag too tenacious, Shi'an didn't open it after tossing for a long time.

He was so angry that his eyes flashed fiercely.

——Why even you bully me!

Shi'an's fingertips moved slightly, and the silver-white light was refracted at the fingertips, making them extremely sharp.

However, in the next second, a palm wearing a tactical glove stretched out and lightly fished the bag of snacks from his arms.

"嚓—"

The snack bag was torn open, and then naturally put back into Shi'an's arms.

Shi An: "..."

He blinked, glanced at the man beside him secretly, and whispered, "Thank you?"

Mu Heng's silver-white eyelashes were drooping, his stern face still had no expression, but his voice was very gentle:

"Um."

Shi An shook the bag in front of Zhuo Fu: "Would you like to eat it?"

Zhuo Fu: "..."

He sat on the spot blankly and shook his head slowly.

Thank you, the dog food is full.

Obviously, he has just set off for more than ten minutes, so why is he already regretting that he has followed him?

The two-hour drive was fleeting.

Soon, the car stopped.

As soon as Shi An got out of the car, he was fascinated by the oncoming sea breeze.

The air was filled with a salty and moist smell, and not far away was the sea immersed in the night.

He widened his eyes slightly and turned his head to look at Zhuo Fu: "...Huh?"

Zhuo Fu spoke cheerfully:

"Next we will take a boat!"

A steamship driven by magic and machinery is moored by the dock, waiting for them quietly not far away.

The Ross District faces the sea on three sides and is surrounded by mountains on the back.

Compared with the previous few months, we have entered the deep winter with the worst climate. It is even more difficult to cross the Iwen Snowfield. Even the planes with special treatment cannot cross the sky over the snowfield.

The waters outside the Ross District are shrouded in mist all the year round. Apart from entering from Irvine District, there is only one plan left.

That is the waterway.

This was Shi'an's first boat ride.

In the past, even when he encountered the sea, he often just used his wings to leap across, and he had never been in a vehicle like this one.

He stepped onto the deck and looked around enthusiastically.

Before I knew it, there were fewer and fewer people around me.

When he reacted, only Mu Heng was left beside him, and a closed hatch was not far away.

Shi An blinked: "Speaking of which, how long will you take this boat?"

"About thirty-six hours." Mu Heng said quietly.

Shi An was stunned.

...Wait, thirty-six hours?

That means staying overnight?

He seemed to realize a very crucial problem, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the man in front of him:

"That...tonight..."

Mu Heng looked over, and his eyes looked like a silhouette in the dusky sea behind him.

He raised his hand, with a small key hanging from his fingertips, gleaming with silvery white light in the darkness,

"You live with me."

Shi An: "..."

He took a step back in a panic: "Actually, it's good for me to live alone...?"

Mu Heng raised his eyebrows and took a step forward slowly:

"one person?"

The man's voice was slightly lower, clearly penetrating the surrounding surge, and reaching Shi'an's ears:

"Sleep together at night, isn't this what you requested before?"

He lowered his eyelashes and stared deeply at the young man in front of him, with a fleeting dark color passing through his eyes, his face was calm, his voice was dull and hoarse, with a faint smile:

"...I will do it if I promise."