[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.
—Excerpts from Mu's Notes]
Shi An stared at the huge pitch-black dragon in front of him, lost in thought.
Since he broke the shell, he has never seen other dragons of the abyss 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 stable 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 meager 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 is actually not due to the fading caused by insufficient 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
For example—
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 the skins that shed this time can't be eaten!
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 magical 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 rushed 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 poured into the thin chest of the young man, and disappeared in no time.
"Boom!"
A huge vibration resounded across the mountains, and the solid rock that had blocked the passage was 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 amidst the dust and gravel flying in the sky.
Through the gradual dust, she eagerly looked to the side of the passage.
The cave in the distance is dark and empty.
The rocks above cracked open, exposing the gray sky, and there was no hint 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 is empty. In the center of the cave, the huge figure of the dragon has disappeared, and it is 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 over 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 up to the boy.
Mu Heng stopped and squatted down.
He lowered his eyes, and his invisible eyes fell on Shi'an.
The teenager'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 can't 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 cloth specially made for combat, Mu Heng still seemed to be able to feel the itch of the truth and illusion. The thick gloves stayed silently on the skin, causing a hint of secret irritability in his heart.
Zhuo Fu's explanation flashed through Mu Heng's mind subconsciously.
... the 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 members 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 his emotional fluctuations had been deeply hidden under the cold, 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 withdrew his gaze:
"Well, just do it."
Wen Yao hesitated for a few seconds, and finally hesitated and said, "Um... Sir, it's probably a while since the stretcher is here. Should we move Shi'an away from there?"
The ground was full of melted snow, which had soaked half of Shi An's clothes.
The temperature here is extremely low, the sky is freezing, and the melting snow water is freezing at an extremely fast speed-because of the low temperature, his face is pale and blue, 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. 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 she 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 quickly as possible.
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 hugged him fully.
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 were thick, the unconscious trembling of the slender limbs was 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 the 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 jaws 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.
No retribution for life-saving grace, when...
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Zhuo Fu, bad idea maker