Shi'an's words were like thunder on the ground, and Mu Heng was shaken to nothing.
Shi An was innocent and innocent, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he had just said.
Almost without any warning, the previously forgotten scene came to mind vividly.
Touch, temperature.
Sound, color, light, shadow.
All came to life extremely vividly.
The fingertips still seemed to have the soft and delicate touch of the opponent's waistline, which burned straight from the nerve endings to the bones like a raging fire, igniting a prairie fire.
Mu Heng suddenly became confused.
He took a step back subconsciously, his voice low and trembling, with three-point dumbness: "You..."
"You do not believe?"
Shi An blinked and jumped out of his seat.
He frowned, seeming to be unhappy with Mu Heng's distrust, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Heng's hand involuntarily, and then naturally snuggled his body over, and said seriously: "Then you touch—"
Before he finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly pulled out his hand as if he was being scalded.
Mu Heng withdrew a few steps.
"... No need." He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.
Since memory, Mu Heng has never been so embarrassed.
Shi An didn't understand why the shining humans in front of them behaved so strangely.
He thought for a while and asked:
"Sleep together tonight?"
The man in front of him stood a few steps away, as if he had deliberately pulled a certain distance away, his brow bones were high and deep, his eyes were hidden in the shadows, his expression was not clear, his lips were tight, all His emotions seem to be hidden deep under the deep sea of ice, without the slightest clue.
After a long silence, he let out a gentle "um".
Nothing happened overnight.
The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, Mu Heng opened his eyes on time.
His eyes were clear, and he was not drowsy.
-Although he has fulfilled his promise, he can't let the last thing happen again.
He also used to work for several days due to high-intensity tasks. For him, staying up all night is not difficult.
Mu Heng sat up quietly.
He paused, and turned his head to look at the young man beside him by the faint morning light outside the window.
Shi An curled up in the quilt, wrapped himself tightly, half of his face was buried in the soft pillow, dense black eyelashes hanging down, casting a small shadow.
He was shrouded in a dimly uncertain light, appearing quiet and serene.
The young man fell asleep unhindered, without any defense against those around him.
The chaotic morning light was filled with a kind of silence at the touch of a moment.
Almost uncontrollably, Mu Heng leaned over.
His fingertips hovered in front of the boy's cheeks, and he stopped abruptly at the position he had touched with only a few cents.
The man pressed his lips tightly, his lip line was tightened into a straight line that was unhumanly cold, his eyes were slightly deep, and the dark, melancholic color rolled under his eyes.
After a long time, he slowly took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
But at this moment, the sleeping teenager moved a little nervously, with a grunt in his throat, and rubbed his cheek against the fingertips that the man was about to withdraw.
Between the sparks and the fire, the small piece of skin briefly touched and separated.
It is like sparks falling into the unquenched wasteland of wildfires, exploding into the scorching hot flames that can swallow everything, and cracklingly burnt the reason.
When Mu Heng came to his consciousness, his fingertips had already fallen.
This time, it was not an accident that happened unintentionally, but a contact led by a fully awake state.
There is no barrier between the fingertips and the skin.
The boy's cheeks were slightly cool and soft.
I have explored the imaginary touch in my mind, and now it is truly and clearly branded on my fingertips.
Unexplainable chaotic impulses fermented in my heart.
Mu Heng's eyes were unpredictable, and his blue pupils were as deep as Yuanyue, and it was difficult to distinguish between cloudy and sunny.
His fingertips slid silently, and the belly of his thumb pressed against the boy's lower lip. With a slight force, a red color emerged from under the twisted lips, and his fingertips pressed against the white, hard teeth.
It's like a clam shell.
Just gently pry open, you can touch the soft meat inside.
Warm, soft, and moist.
Shi An frowned slightly uncomfortably, his eyelashes trembled, and there was a vague grunt in his throat.
Only then did Mu Heng get a sudden surprise. He retracted his hand as if he had just awakened from a dream, and suddenly pulled away.
He frowned, his expression coldly resisting, forcing himself to look away.
Only the frequency of the heartbeat is spreading some kind of unpleasant signal.
When Shi An opened his eyes, Mu Heng had already left, and a new mobile phone had been placed beside his pillow.
He inspected the remnants of the dragon in his body, and was surprised and delighted to find that he was only a little closer to the last point, and he was able to completely absorb all the magic power in it-although it was far from the strength before he fell asleep, but compared to I was getting better when I first woke up.
Immediately afterwards, Shi An received a call from Zhao She.
"Hello? Where are you Shi'an?" Zhao She on the other end of the phone sounded a little anxious.
Shi An was startled: "What's the matter?"
Zhao She's voice was mixed in the wind and snow, and it sounded a little vague: "We have just received the above notice. This year's academic exchange meeting has temporarily decided to start ahead of schedule."
Shi An: "In advance?"
Zhao She: "Yes, so if you want to participate, hurry up! The car will leave soon!"
After hanging up, Shi An held the phone and fell into deep thought.
Five days later, the auction will be held. If you want to get your treasure back, it must be during this time. Obviously, humans are also very aware of this, and their traps must be arranged during this time.
Time is so tight, it stands to reason that he shouldn't participate in this academic exchange meeting.
But... I always feel something is not right.
Shi An thought for a while, sent a message to Mu Heng, then rectified his own things, and contacted the driver.
He rushed to Irvine Academy, just in time for the last wave of cars to the competition venue.
In the car, Shi An wrapped herself tightly, fully equipped with earmuffs, gloves, scarf, and fire jewels tucked inside the clothes, but she was still shivering cold.
Zhao She looked at the towering snow-capped mountains in front of him, and said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that we have just left here for a short time, and we came back so soon... Although this is not together with the ruins of the abyss crack, it still feels very Amazing."
Shi An sniffed and said dullly, "I don't like this place..."
Zhao She: "... I think you were very active when you signed up."
If it wasn't for his lost treasure, he wouldn't be prepared to come!
Shi An sighed and changed the subject.
He asked:
"Speaking of which, what is the situation of this academic exchange meeting?"
Therefore, Zhao She told Shi'an in detail what he had learned now.
It turned out that this year's academic exchange meeting followed the actual combat test model of the similarly capable academy.
The venue was set in the Aiwen Snowfield.
In previous years, the Aiwen Snow Field would enter the mountain closure period during this season, but this year a canyon near the southern end was opened for this academic exchange meeting. Although this canyon is still part of the Aiwen Snow Field, the temperature is far lower than the snow field. The inner extreme, and relatively closed, is a natural venue.
When Shi An listened, he was slightly startled.
Aiwen Snowfield
Isn't it close to the cave where you used to be
Although the phone was destroyed, the photo he took in the study before was still stored in the cloud. Shi An adjusted the picture and searched the map of Iwen Snow Field—it was the same, as expected.
However, there seems to be a subtle difference between the two maps.
Shi An made a careful comparison.
Both maps indicate the location of the abyss crack ruins. However, in the map on the photo, the end of the abyss crack ruins, which is the location of the cave where he was moved to the mainland by the abyss crack, is at the nearby bend. There is a gap marked out, leading to—
A small gorge in the southern part of the Aiwen Snow Field.
Shi An frowned.
He tugged at the sleeve of Zhao She next to him, and pointed out the same location on the official map to Zhao She: "Are we going here this time?"
Zhao She looked at it and nodded: "Yes."
Soon, Aiwen Academy sent all the contestants to the canyon outside Aiwen Snowfield.
Shi An lowered his head, and followed Zhao She forward while thinking seriously.
The time and location of this academic exchange meeting are really strange, but... Isn’t the trap set up by the administration on the auction house? And even the news is released, so it shouldn’t be changed temporarily.
He took out his phone, and the screen lit up.
At this time, Shi'an found that the cell phone's signal grid had been cleared.
It seems... I can't reach the outside world anymore.
He was stunned for a moment, and the look of doubt in his eyes became deeper.
After the rules were all announced, the students from each college filed into the canyon in batches.
The thick snow under the feet creaked under the footsteps, and there was silence in the canyon, and the extremely low temperature turned the sky into a light gray that had been frozen.
Shi An and Zhao She and Wei Bocheng are a group.
The other two chatted unconsciously, walking one after another towards the depths of the canyon.
At this moment, Zhao She turned his head to look at Shi'an, who had been silent since just now, and asked with some doubts: "What's the matter? The way you have been worried since just now?"
Shi An shook his head: "Nothing..."
At this moment, he suddenly felt a strange wave of magic power coming from the canyon.
Shi An suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the fluctuations came from.
In the white snowfield in the distance, several clear figures slowly appeared.
The faces of those people were very strange, but Shi'an was very familiar with the cold-proof clothes he was wearing—he had personally stripped off three sets of the same clothes and wrapped them in his shivering cold.
Yes... It's that group of mercenaries.
Zhao She obviously realized that something was wrong. He frowned and made an attacking posture. Without a trace, Shi'an blocked behind him: "What are you going to do?"
There was no answer to several people.
One of them had dark eyes, and his gaze fell on the three students in front of him. He slowly asked:
"It's them?"
The other person shrank and said, "Yes."
"The number of living sacrifices for summoning the dragon is enough, as for these few—"
The man snorted coldly, and a sullen expression flashed across his eyes:
"The above is let go. The last time we caused such a serious loss, this time we can't let them die so happy."
He beckoned and ordered:
"take away."