When the shadow fell, time seemed to lose its meaning.
The past, the future, the present.
The three time units are intertwined and cannot be distinguished.
The ancient instincts swarmed with unrestrained strong impulses and rushed like a huge wave rolled up by a violent wind, while sanity itself was like a small boat, swaying, leaning, rolling helplessly in the storm, and being pushed. In the deeper and farther darkness, until it was finally broken by the waves, only driftwood was left floating on the dark sea.
This desire flows and rushes in the bodies of all living things.
The rarer and stronger the bloodline, the more difficult it is to resist.
The dragon and the dragon slayer.
That is a repulsive force from blood and bone.
The breath that came from each other was so familiar. For tens of thousands of years, they had slaughtered, slaughtered, and fought with each other, immortal and immortal. This was the instinct flowing from their bones and blood.
Bathed in each other's blood, proud of stepping on each other's bones.
This is a driving force that transcends biological nature, and is a magical binding from ancient times.
It seems to be dancing on the tip of a knife, and it seems to be kissing with a sharp weapon.
As if embracing a beast, the sharp teeth of the opponent would bite his throat in the next second.
As if walking on the edge of a cliff, a slight mistake will kill you.
There was a dangerous breath from each other's bodies, and their souls trembled, trembling, and warned.
The blades like ice-cold were against each other's throats, bringing the suffocation of seeing blood in the throat, but instead they were hot lips, moist kisses, fierce bites and cuddles.
The silver-white scales clung to the side of the boy's face and neck.
Mu Heng could see his reflection in the opponent's eyes-the golden and red vertical pupils, like a raging flame, have been burning since ancient times.
He could feel the other party's tail tightly wrapped around his waist.
Slowly tighten and gather.
The cold, hard scales cut across the skin, bringing a secret pain.
Underneath the scales are powerful muscles. Mu Heng is very aware of the power contained in the opponent's tail, which is enough to sever bones, crush flesh and blood, and chop an adult at the waist, allowing the white bones to penetrate his chest and lungs. , Let the air-filled blood bubble overflow the corners of his lips.
How deadly.
What a dragon can do, Mu Heng himself knows nothing better.
He has read too many books, consulted too many materials, and seen too many misery.
He has seen the power of Dragon Flame with his own eyes.
Melt the rocks, ignite the sky and the ocean, and destroy any creatures that stand in front of you.
How terrible.
Mu Heng leaned down and pressed his fingers around the opponent's throat.
The skin under his palm was cold and soft, with a scaly human texture, and the sweaty stickiness spread in his palm and throat. He could feel the opponent's pulse beating unsuspectingly at his fingertips.
Puff, puff, puff.
Disorganized, impatient and fast, almost blending with the sound of his heartbeat.
How beautiful.
He can see each other's lips.
Slightly open, moist, glowing with a soft pink color, and under the snow-white teeth, a soft and greasy tongue can be seen vaguely.
Mu Heng was fascinated and leaned over to kiss his dragon.
His dragon responded.
Wen Yao: "...Are you sure?"
She lowered her eyes, half of her face hidden in the shadows, seemingly hesitant.
The director of the bureau put his elbows on the table, raised his eyes to look at the brown-haired and brown-skinned woman in front of him, and slowly said:
"Excuse me, why am I not sure?"
"Captain Wen, I once read your paper before entering the administration."
The director of the management bureau lowered his head and looked at the information report in front of him: "It is a report on the possibility of coexistence between humans and monsters. The conclusion you reached at the end is negative, right?"
Wen Yao's eyelashes trembled, and she paused: "... Yes."
"The destiny of mankind is created by mankind. We cannot pin our hopes on a powerful and uncontrollable existence. If that powerful fantasy species possesses the ability to destroy the entire human race according to its own mood, it will also Once made such threats to us, how can we guarantee that it will always be in a good mood and will never tear up that unilateral, unlimited promise?"
The director of the management bureau looked at the woman in front of him deeply and said word by word, every word of him was sharper than a sharp blade and more lethal than a weapon.
Wen Yao fell into silence: "..."
"Of course, you can also reject my proposal." The director of the bureau retracted his gaze and said lightly:
"If this is the case, I may have to trouble you to stay in the administration during this period and turn over all the means of communication, and we will take over the combat section—"
Wen Yao tightened her lips, her lips paled slightly because of the force, and she seemed to be extremely shaken.
Director of the Administration: "So in the end, what is your decision?"
There was silence in the huge conference room.
The director waited patiently.
Finally, after not knowing how long it took, Wen Yao raised her eyelashes and said slowly: "Subordinates understand."
The secretary smiled.
He knew that Wen Yao would make the right choice.
"Well, now, we need two people." The director lowered his head and looked at the data book in front of him: "Shi Rui and Shi Zechun are currently being held in the Combat Division, right?"
Wen Yao nodded.
"Very well, I need you to bring them up and send them to this position at 6 o'clock this afternoon."
According to the mercenaries, they are actually preparing to reverse the summoning ritual. Since the original sacrifice has died from body to soul, the current reversal ritual needs his blood relatives.
At this moment, Wen Yao said:
"Excuse me, may I meet the person who held the ceremony?"
The director of the management bureau was startled, and obviously did not expect that the other party would make such a request:
"Why?"
"That black-robed man..."
Wen Yao paused and said: "I have led my men to fight with his people several times, from the Ability Academy to the Ross District... I have many capable men injured or killed in these battles..."
She took a deep breath and said slowly: "I need to see him."
This request is not excessive.
In addition, the director of the administration is indeed curious about this person, but because that person is in the hands of the mercenaries, it is not easy for him to directly refuse to accept him, but through Wen Yao, they may be able to tell the black-robed person. , And his organization, including his resource information sources.
He nodded: "I will try to contact you."
Six pm.
After sending Shi Rui and Shi Zechun, Wen Yao got permission.
Under the leadership of the mercenary, she came to a closed and narrow room. In the room, the man in black robes was firmly locked, with her withered white hair hanging down, her face withered and old, and half of her face covered in blue and black. The bumpy blood vessels covered, and the shrunken eyelids drooped, looked daunting.
She stepped forward slowly.
The black-robed man seemed to hear her footsteps and slowly raised his eyes.
Although his eyes were covered with a dim white cloud, he could still see the color of his eyes.
I don't know why, Wen Yao's heart burst.
"What do you want to know?"
The voice of the black-robed man was hoarse and unpleasant, like a harsh sound from scratching the glass with his nails, unable to identify the specific age: "Given my current state, I must know everything and say nothing."
Wen Yao stood in front of him with a complicated expression:
"... Why did you summon the dragon in the first place?"
The black-robed man raised his eyebrows: "I thought you already knew the answer... Shouldn't you know my purpose well?"
Wen Yao narrowed his eyes, did not nod or shook his head.
After a few seconds, she asked the second question:
"Then why are you sending the dragon back now?"
The instinctive impulse brought by the fourth molting period has been suppressed for too long, like the scorching magma under the thin crust, boiling and clamoring all the time, although it has been ignored, it does not mean that it does not exist.
Animality and sociality are like two sides of light and darkness.
However, for an abyssal dragon, animality will always defeat sociality, darkness will always defeat light, and instinct will always defeat reason.
Shi'an hated the pain, but it soon ceased to be a problem.
The pain disappeared under the action of adrenaline, like a shadow under the noon sun, disappeared under the blazing sun, and was hidden in the deepest place.
The feeling of strangeness is no longer strange.
Panic was replaced, and he softened into cold water.
As the shadow came, his vision was obscured, and his inability to see clearly made other sense organs sharper, and the turbulent water flooded him. The second wave is far more intense, terrifying, and difficult to stop than the first wave.
So hot.
Want more.
The dragon has no sociality.
A red-gold flame was burning deep in Shi An's pupils, and he raised his eyes to look at the human being in front of him.
The moonlight fell from the cracks in the rock above the head, flowing on the silver hair of human beings, the bright silver light was like soft flowing water, shaking with the movement, shimmering with dim light.
The other person's eyes were carrying light, and the deep blue depths were also burning with flames.
Scorching, blazing, with a strong desire for love, the extremely dangerous aggressiveness surged in the depths of the abyss, like a wild beast lurking in the abyss, eager to get its prey.
Humans are animalistic.
They are two animals arranged to kill each other by fate, but they have all deviated from their destined path. They should be the same as their ancestors, with death and blood, glory and hatred.
However, at this moment, in the wilderness far away from the city, away from humans, and away from order, they had no barriers to each other before, and all that was left was hugs and kisses.
"do you like it?"
The man's voice was low and hoarse.
Shi An first shook his head subconsciously, then nodded dazedly.
Yes.
like.
Really like.
The dragon instinctively approached the heat source.
The boy rubbed his soft top of hair against the other's shoulders, shouting dumb voice like sticky sweet syrup, muttering with a nasal voice: "...I like it."
Mu Heng's Adam's apple rolled.
In the depths of the azure blue eyes, a gloomy flame started a prairie fire.
When the form is human, Shi'an's physical stamina is very poor.
Although he couldn't lift his limbs, and his body trembled, but his instincts hadn't been satisfied yet.
He wrapped the tip of his tail around the opponent's arm, and said tremblingly:
"More."
The young man raised his golden-red vertical pupils, his eyes were half confused and half ignorant, but he subconsciously pursued his own nature, unaware of the danger:
"Yes, continue."