Zhao She: "..."? ?
He blinked slowly, and looked at the teenager who was unconsciously making horrible remarks beside him in horror.
Shi An narrowed his eyes and raised a harmless smile: "Just kidding."
The corners of Zhao She's mouth twitched: "..."
No, it doesn't sound like a joke.
Shi An: "Speaking of which, you and Wei Bocheng can go now."
Zhao She was surprised: "Then you—"
Shi'an interrupted him: "Hey, didn't you hear what the few people said just now?"
Zhao She was taken aback and fell silent.
"This group of people, please prepare all the participating students in this canyon to become living sacrifices," the boy's voice was light and fluttering, but the content of the words was extremely cruel: "While they have not yet completed the circle, it is still time to evacuate the crowd. Too late."
Zhao She and Wei Bocheng gritted their teeth.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Shi'an was right.
Faced with the looming crisis, they must make a decision.
Finally, the two took a deep breath, as if they had made up their minds.
"We will definitely come back with reinforcements, you must hold on!" He said solemnly.
"...Wait for us!" Wei Bocheng had tears in his eyes.
Shi An smiled and waved at them: "Don't worry, I can do it alone here."
The mercenaries gathered around, staring at the young man who was left alone in the enemy line with wolf-like eyes, with a grinning smile on his face.
"I'm so touched."
The head of the mercenary applauded, with a hypocritical smile on his face: "In order to let other students escape the fate of being sacrificed alive, I stayed alone to hold us back. I can't bear how high a character is. Tears are welling up in the eyes."
The mercenaries roared with laughter.
The smile on the lips of the boss deepened: "But... kid, you are still too naive, let your companions leave first to inform others? Bring reinforcements? Hahahahahahahahahaha! Do you know why I didn't stop your two companions? Run away? Because it's useless, you are just struggling to death."
"Do you think we only have such a small number of people in the cave? No, we have twenty times as many people outside here."
"The mountain has been sealed, and no reinforcements will come to rescue you."
"Not only can you not protect the group of students outside, but even yourself—"
"... That group of students? Protection?"
The young man spoke abruptly, interrupting the other party.
The clear tail rose slightly, which seemed to really be very puzzled.
"Why?"
Shi An tilted his head, and tugged at his pink scarf with his hands in furry rabbit gloves:
"I don't care about them."
His cheeks and nose were flushed with cold, and his dark eyes were clear and transparent, with a naive ignorance of ignorance: "Isn't the weak being killed, isn't it just the right thing to do?"
Boss: "...!"
He was slightly startled, obviously he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing.
Shi An wrinkled his nose: "And it's a hindrance. I can't let go of them when they are next to him."
While complaining in a coquettish tone, he slowly took off his gloves, revealing slender, white fingers.
A strange sense of danger rose in the heart of the mercenary leader.
He squinted his eyes severely, tensed his back subconsciously, and asked slowly: "...Who are you?"
student? Such a breath... impossible.
The boy raised his eyes and smiled.
The long, dense black eyelashes blinked slowly, and the blazing golden red rose in the depths of the eyes, as if the fire burned through the night, and the round pupils became narrow and narrow, like a cold-blooded animal.
"Don't you want to summon the dragon?"
"The dragon has come."
Mu Heng looked at the few people in front of him with a calm expression. He put on his gloves and walked forward step by step:
"It seems that you don't know. Your brother and I have talked about this topic."
Chen Yan Kang Qiang resisted the urge to retreat, and replied somewhat stutteringly:
"I, I know, but..."
"In that case, I don't need to repeat my position."
Mu Heng dropped his silver eyelashes silently:
"The dragon, whether it is life or death, is mine."
"Can-"
Before Chen Yankang finished speaking, he felt a cold in his left arm. He was stunned for two seconds, then subconsciously turned his head and looked over.
The sight was red.
The severe pain finally hit after a few seconds.
Chen Yankang clutched his empty left arm and fell to the ground again, screaming fiercely through his throat: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The man kicked away the left arm that had fallen to the ground at will, and with a flick of the tip of the sword, the remaining blood splashed, drawing a scarlet arc on the ground.
"It's not a good habit to covet other people's prey."
Mu Heng looked at him condescendingly, the tip of his sword slowly moving forward.
The icy sharp blade shone with a sharp chill, reflected in the depths of the opponent's shrinking and trembling pupils.
"Peeling? Bleeding?"
Mu Heng asked casually, the tip of the sword slid down little by little, the sharp front edge was only a few millimeters away from the skin, and it moved along the opponent's face to the front of his throat.
"I said, this time, things won't end easily."
Chen Yankang could no longer speak. He stood in two positions, his face pale and cold sweat.
His Adam's apple quivered, and a thin trace of blood appeared on his skin.
"Now let your people stop." Mu Heng said coldly: "Otherwise, you will lose more than an arm."
At this moment, something in Chen Yankang's placket began to ring.
"Ha, ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Chen Yankang's face was distorted with fear, but he laughed slowly and lowly. His laughter became louder and louder, becoming more and more frantic, almost looking a little ugly. :
"... It's late, it's too late."
"Did you hear the alarm? It means that the detector we placed in the cave has detected the magic power of the dragon..."
His expression was ugly, his eyes trembled, and he was a bit mad: "The circle has been completed, hahahahahahaha, the living sacrifice has been completed, the dragon has been summoned..."
"Even your little friend, hahahahahahaha, is dead, dead!—"
Mu Heng's pupils shrank suddenly.
Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was distracted, Chen Yankang violently violently turned around and ran out.
The fighting instinct of the body is faster than the mind.
The tip of Mu Heng's sword was deeply submerged in Chen Yankang's heart, but there was no blood oozing out of the opponent's clothes.
Chen Yankang turned his head, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a particularly ugly smile.
He stretched out his hand and took out a palm-sized sapphire staff from his pocket. There was a deep trace on the gem, which was broken to the ground.
"This thing seems to have been blessed. It can fight back the fatal injury suffered by the owner-I have to say that there are so many good things about that dragon..."
Scarlet blood smeared across the silver-haired man's chest.
Mu Heng's expression did not change, but instead he smiled slightly.
The sharp silver-white blade passed by, making a sharp sound breaking through the air, like a quiet rustling breeze, and like a flash of lightning swiftly passing by in the night.
Chen Yankang's hideous expression solidified on his face.
A thin blood stain slowly appeared on his neck.
Next second—
"Puff."
A heavy head rolled to the ground, and the corpse that had lost its head twitched and fell to the ground. A cavity of blood spurted from the flat and fractured wound, dyeing the entire ground into a messy, scarlet curtain.
The other people were frightened and trembling with their arms. The man in front of him was obviously injured, but he dared not launch any attack anyway. He could only watch him come forward and bend over from that one. The communicator was found in the body that had lost its head.
"The canyon."
Looking at the location shown above, Mu Heng squinted his eyes.
Holding the blood-stained sword, he walked out steadily.
The space is compressed under the feet, and his body shape disappears in front of the dumbfounded and completely lost people in an instant.
Inside the cave.
The blazing dragon flame burned everywhere, the temperature had already evaporated to a terrifying point, the surrounding ice and snow had completely melted, and the dark muddy water mixed with blood flowed freely on the ground.
The scorched corpse lay on the ground.
Their faces had long been burned, and their expressions were terrifying, as if they were screaming silently, and they were frozen in the most frightened and painful moment of death.
Chen Yanming fell to the ground, dragged his weak body, and drew back in horror.
There seemed to be a hellish scene in his eyes.
That kind of... overwhelmingly powerful, almost beyond the scope of human imagination, not a battle, not a duel, but a unilateral slaughter.
fear…
too horrible.
This, is this the strength of the fantasy species
Is this the dragon
Chen Yanming was shivering all over, cold sweat soaked through his clothes, his brain was blank, and he felt that he had never regretted it so much-if, if time could really go back, he would rather not get involved in the huge treasures, nor would he be greedy. Driven by desire, I want to get both dragon and wealth.
But now... it's too late, everything is too late.
Not far away, the young man stood quietly in the fire, with a calm expression, as if he had become accustomed to the scene before him.
The texture of silver-white dragon scales faintly appeared on his cheekbones, and his white face was plated with a layer of jumping light red, and a pair of gold-red vertical pupils were hanging down, ruthlessly locking the only living person in the cave.
Shi An turned around and walked in the direction of Chen Yanming with steady steps.
He aroused a kind and gentle smile: "Hi."
"..."
Chen Yanming did not answer.
Shivering as if sifting chaff, the position of the crotch slowly wetted, and a smell of fishy smell filled the air.
Shi An frowned and took a step back in disgust:
"Ah! So dirty!"
He blinked, with childish doubts on his face: "Don't you really want to see me? Why do you seem unhappy after seeing me?"
Chen Yanming only woke up like a dream this time.
He knelt in his excrement with a puff, tears bursting into his face: "Please, please, let me go--"
To Chen Yanming's surprise, the boy in front of him thought for a while and said without hesitation:
"sure."
Chen Yanming was taken aback, looked at the opponent in disbelief, and let out a single tone in surprise: "...Huh?"
Shi An lowered his eyes, and the look in the pupils of the fiery eyes was gloomy.
"Just tell me where you hid my things, I will agree." He whispered softly.
Chen Yanming was overjoyed.
Almost without hesitation, he immediately revealed all the plans-from the location of the treasure, who participated in the division of the treasure, to the plan of the administration bureau, and the layout of the auction house, he did not conceal anything to Shi'an. Said cleanly.
Shi An: "So, my things are in the auction house's warehouse now?"
"Yes, yes!" Chen Yanming nodded hurriedly, as if for fear that the other party thought he was lying: "You believe me, I didn't hide it at all!"
Shi An looked at him with a thoughtful look: "Well, indeed, you don't seem to lie to me..."
"When, of course! I don't dare to lie to you—"
A look of joy appeared on Chen Yanming's face.
However, before he finished speaking, he saw a cluster of bright red flames leaping in the palm of the opponent.
"Thank you." The boy pursed his lips with a shy smile.
"Bye-Bye."
Chen Yan's eyes were splitting, his expression was gray and crazy, and he shook his head abruptly: "No, no, you, you just said..."
The blazing flame that seemed to be able to ignite the air, the terrifying high temperature could almost melt the rock, almost instantaneously, the human skin and bones in front of him separated, and it was almost too late to make a scream, and it had turned into pitch-black coke.
"I'm a dragon, I can't believe what I said."
Shi An lowered his eyes, staring at the corpse in front of him, and said softly.