Since Mu Heng and Long disappeared together, the entire administration has fallen into a weird stalemate.
This state of being controlled by the enemy is something the Administration does not want to see, but their strongest combat power and greatest reliance are now unknown, and they have to wait in this embarrassing state.
Zhuo Fu squatted in the academy, always paying attention to the fluctuation reports sent back from all over the continent.
After just a day and a half, the abnormal fluctuations in the central area that had been red all over the line had miraculously disappeared.
Unlike the others in the bureau, he is not worried about Mu Heng at all.
Zhuo Fu can see it now.
This is probably longing to be snatched by the dragon.
People might be very happy to be a dragon's trophy or something.
He rolled his eyes.
Inside the secretary's office.
The director of the bureau sat at the desk with a calm face, fixedly staring at the thick pile of materials in front of him.
He disliked their current situation very much.
Pinning the safety of humanity and all hopes on an inhuman species that is too powerful to be restrained... This is too dangerous.
He originally wanted to contact Mu Heng to discuss countermeasures, but after the call ended, all the other party's positioning signals were cut off and disappeared.
Obviously, this road is completely blocked.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand wearily, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
At this moment, his personal assistant came over, leaned over and leaned close to him, whispering a few words in a low voice.
"What?" The director was surprised.
He frowned, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he finally made up his mind: "Connect the signal."
The assistant nodded.
Soon, a strange face appeared on the screen.
Half of his face was unremarkable, without any distinctive features, and looked very ordinary, except for a pair of thin eyes with hostility.
But the other half of his face had several ugly scars lying across it, which seemed to have only been left for a while, glowing with an ugly pink flesh under the light, and looked very bad, as if he hadn't healed from a serious injury.
"Hello, I have been admiring the name for a long time."
He smiled slightly: "My name is Xu Feng, the current leader of the mercenary group.
I believe that we now have the same enemies and goals. "
The Director of the Bureau was nervous, but his face did not show it at all.
His face is like a complete, hard marble statue, and the edges and corners of his eyebrows, nose and nose are straight and hard, like the embodiment of willpower. No trace of mood swings can be seen on his face:
"How to say?"
"We know that people don't talk secretly."
Xu Feng propped his chin and said slowly and restrainedly: "Dragon."
"Except for civilians, the dragon has become a tacit open secret among us people, isn't it
However, I don't think most humans realize how difficult this monster is to deal with.
It has been too long since any fantasy species have appeared on our continent, causing us to forget the fear our ancestors experienced. "
He pointed to the scar on his face: "Look, this is the consequence of underestimating the enemy."
The director of the management bureau said slowly: "Oh?"
He squinted his eyes: "It seems that you have already had a brief encounter with a giant dragon. How do you feel?"
Xu Feng's expression sank slightly.
He smirked, "Still alive, this is the best ending, isn't it?"
Although Xu Feng's face looked like a breeze, but his heart was dripping with hatred.
Apart from him, no one knows how much the specific loss was-the mercenary organization he created with half his life's hard work was almost overturned, the capital chain was broken, the manpower was in short supply, the people under him complained, and there were voices of dissatisfaction all around. The original organization system that spread across the entire continent now only has its current appearance. They can only hide in the remaining uncleared bases, waiting for the wind to pass.
This is the first time in Xu Feng's entire life.
The director of the bureau's sight fell on the opponent's face, and he nodded, agreeing:
"Obviously, this is the case."
After facing the legendary dragon, being able to leave a life, and even have the resources and ability to negotiate with the Authority, has proved the strength of the other side.
He pointed at his fingertips and asked:
"So, what kind of proposal do you have for our common enemy?"
At this moment, Xu Feng has completely recovered the light and clear wind:
"I know how to send that dragon back to the abyss."
The director of the bureau subconsciously straightened his back.
Xu Feng slowly pulled out a smile and added:
"Or, I know who can do it."
The director of the administration squinted his eyes: "I would like to hear the details."
"Of course it was the person who summoned it to this continent in the first place." Xu Feng smiled.
Behind him, there appeared a deadlocked person.
The black robe on his body was tattered, his messy white hair lost its luster, and his face was shrunken and ugly.
The young man has turned into a half-dragon, with silver-white scales faintly appearing on his skin, his eyes are golden red, his wings are on his back, and his long dragon tail is weakly curled on the man's arm.
In him, the qualities of non-human and human are intertwined, appearing weird and beautiful.
How beautiful.
Mu Heng's kiss fell on the opponent's half-hidden eyelashes, and the gold-red vertical pupils were enveloped in a layer of water vapor, like a gem immersed in water.
The dragon's wings were folded and stretched.
They grow from Shi'an's shoulder blades.
The film of the wings is cold and hard, and the bones underneath are light but strong, capable of supporting the dragon's body in the air, but light enough to be held up by a gust of wind, with sharp bone spurs protruding from the outside, making the dragons powerful and good. The characteristics of war are undoubtedly manifested.
However, at this moment, the pair of dragon wings shuddered in Mu Heng's palm.
As if dying, trying to break free from the trap, the tips of the wings tremble slightly, and the scales on the ends of the wings have almost completely integrated with the human skin, and the delicate and soft silver-white surface has a layer. pink.
They are in the cave now.
This is exactly the cave that had collapsed in half before, but at this moment it was restored and fixed by Mu Heng magically, and it had almost completely restored its previous appearance-except that the entrance of the cave was firmly blocked.
Sunlight fell from the cracks in the rocks above his head and sprinkled on the boy.
I don't know if it's because of scales or some other ancient times, he seems to be shining.
Mu Heng faithfully fulfilled his promise.
—"Continue what was not done last time."
He leaned against the rock wall, his coat was spread on the ground, while Shi An himself was sitting on his lap, leaning softly in his arms.
It's almost a perfect remake of the last time.
However, this time Mu Heng was not only unharmed, but also sane and healthy.
more importantly…
This time, there are no three untimely monsters to disrupt the situation, and there will be no magical potions that can prevent the next thing from happening.
Mu Heng smiled.
Although Shi An is not completely clear about his situation, as a fantasy species, he is very sensitive to danger.
Instinct is ticking deep in the consciousness, but the strength of the limbs seems to be drawn out of the body, and the body and soul are separated, like inexact gears that bite together, making a rattling sound in a daze. .
He feels...
I seem to fall into the deep sea.
Everything around me was oppressed, and the inside and outside of the body seemed to be boiling together, everything was dark, and I couldn't find the direction when I stretched out my hand, and there were undercurrents of ignorance in all directions. The feet are light and fluttering, as if falling.
Shi'an felt very puzzled by the strong sense of weightlessness.
Obviously he can fly... Why does he keep falling down
Chaos in mind.
It seems to be squeezed in the two most extreme environments.
On one side is the dry, icy air with the breath of remnant snow, and on the other side is the hot and hot body temperature of human beings, as if to melt him, firmly imprisoning him.
Too strange.
Shi An couldn't help but started sobbing softly.
He blinked, his eyes were hazy and half-open, and every time his dark and moist eyelashes trembled, tears would fall, and all the tears would be kissed by the burning lips before they fell.
At this moment, the man's low and hoarse voice came from his ear:
"Is it uncomfortable?"
Shi An nodded.
"Tell me what's uncomfortable."
Shi An shook his head vigorously.
The opponent's fingers are hot, and the belly of the finger is rough and flexible with the thin calluses produced by holding the sword for a long time.
"Is it here?"
The man's voice was dull and dumb: "...It's still here."
The body of the boy in his arms bounced suddenly, his white body was like a tight bowstring, and sweat leaked from his skin: "No-no -"
With his throat hoarse, more tears flowed down, and he pushed his palm against the other's shoulder:
"You let go!"
Unexpectedly, the other party easily obeyed: "Okay."
Mu Heng lowered his eyes, kissed softly on the opponent's hot and humid eyelids, sucking away more tears:
"Did you forget it?"
"I am your property."
The human said in a respectful tone-if he ignores his tightly imprisoning the opponent's waist.
"Your trophy."
"—Your princess."
Mu Heng's eyes brewed with a deep dark color, like the sky before the storm.
But his voice is extremely soft, all aggression is perfectly hidden, without any trace, slowly and softly induced:
"You can give me an order."
"Anything is fine."
Mu Heng did not move, but waited patiently.
The side-effects of the young man arching himself and being suppressed for too long broke out, and the devastation it brought was beyond words.
Biting his lip, his lower lip was tortured into a soft bright red, like crushed petals, and a light red sweet juice would ooze with the touch of it.
The brain is rapidly becoming chaotic step by step.
The rational part is attacked, and the instinct is gradually winning.
He struggled.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
The man stretched out his hand, pressed his warm finger on Shi'an's lower lip, and gently pressed his fingertips under the tip of the opponent's teeth to prevent the opponent from continuing to bite and free his tortured lower lip.
"Do you need my help?"
Mu Heng kissed the opponent's earlobe, his hoarse voice penetrated into the boy's cochlea with a warm breath, causing the opponent to shudder:
"Hey, speak up."
"What do you want me to do?"
The boy's eyelashes trembled twice. Under the temptation of the other party, he was ignorant and struggling to raise his eyes.
He opened his mouth, his voice was dumb, with a faint cry:
"Help... Help me."
Mu Heng smiled silently.
He leaned down and pecked the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes: "Good boy."