Mu Heng sat on the piled rocks, his two long legs were slightly bent, and the plackets of his upper body were spread out, faintly revealing the white bandage after being bandaged.
He raised his head, fixedly gazing at the distant sky, and a corner of the sky covered by wind and snow was reflected in the depths of his obscure blue eyes.
When Wen Yao arrived, he saw this scene.
She subconsciously lowered her pace and said slowly: "...sir."
Mu Heng retracted his gaze, turned his head and looked over.
His face became pale due to the loss of blood, and he almost merged with the remnant snow behind him, his outline became harder and harder, and his eyes were sharp: "Has the Southern Canyon sent someone?"
Wen Yao was silent for a while, and said: "I sent it, but..."
"But you sent the main manpower to find me, didn't you?" Mu Heng's voice was cold and bitter.
"-madness."
Wen Yao lowered her head, her expression as calm as steel: "... It's the incompetence of his subordinates."
Even if she was given another chance, Wen Yao would still make the same choice.
Those students trapped in the southern gorge are also in danger, but as Mu Heng's subordinates, the safety of the chief is her top priority.
Mu Heng stood up: "Let's go."
Wen Yao was taken aback: "...Where to go?"
In this state of Mu Heng, the best place to go is the hospital, but looking at the other person's expression, it doesn't look like a person preparing to rest at all.
The man put on his coat full of dust and falling snow, his eyes are like unmelting ice:
"Qing and suppressing."
auction.
Chen Jia: "Quick! Move faster!"
He commanded the team in front of him, looking impatient: "Aren't you full? Hurry up!"
Looking at the men in a row in front of him who were carrying the treasure chest, Chen Jia frowned and looked extremely impatient.
The auction house was originally the property of the Chen family.
But Chen Yankang was beheaded here by Mu Heng with a single sword, while Chen Yanming was still missing in the Aiwen Snowfield, seeing that the family power was hit hard.
Chen Jia is the son of a collateral line in the family.
After Chen Yankang's death, he was forced to top him and was temporarily in charge of dealing with the auction house.
Therefore, they must take advantage of the fact that the people in the administration have not yet returned, and quickly move the treasure to the place, waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback.
At this moment, Chen Jia suddenly felt the ground under his feet sway slightly.
He was startled slightly, and for a while, he was a little unsure whether it was his own illusion or not.
In the next second, a more obvious sense of vibration came immediately, dust fell from the dome sternly, and there was a messy sound of heavy objects falling from all around, and everyone looked around in panic.
This is definitely not an illusion.
What, what's going on
Chen Jia stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall and barely stabilized his figure, looking blankly confused.
Is it an earthquake
"Crack!"
The sound of rock cracking sounded from overhead, and the cracks in the spider web spread across the specially reinforced dome.
"Crack!"
The huge sharp claw sank in, and then pulled it back hard!
The ceiling shattered into pieces under that terrible force, and along with the crackling fall of dust and rocks, the auction house that had just been neat and tidy immediately became messy and shattered.
The humans below screamed and fled in all directions.
Thin sunlight fell in, clearly drawing the outline of that majestic and terrifying.
The silver-white dragon stood quietly on the top of the dome, and a pair of golden and red icy vertical pupils looked down at the ants running away in front of them, as if they were watching the dust under their feet.
Chen Jia's legs were already soft, and he could only barely fall to the ground with the support of the wall behind him. Under the pressure of the species and soul, he was sweating coldly.
"Yellow, meet!"
He heard himself screaming in a panic-shifted voice.
The magical power-integrated attack beam attacked the giant dragon in front of you like a rain of arrows, and landed on the opponent's silver hard scale armor, making a heavy sound like a metal and stone strike.
However, those powerful magical powers fell on the opponent, but it did not seem to cause any harm at all.
Instead, the dragon was angered.
It exerts force under its claws, and the thick rock is soft and fragile like paper soaked in water, and it is easily crushed.
The ceiling was torn open by a huge hole.
The dragon opened his mouth, his teeth were sharp and white, and his body shone coldly in the sun.
He seemed to know the location of all the fortifications in the auction house.
The scorching golden red flames spewed from his mouth, and the roaring waves of fire roared, as if it could ignite the air at the same time. All the mechanical weapons and guards in the auction house were all vanished in an instant. Under the overwhelming strength of, there is almost no match.
This... How terrible this is.
The dragon gathered its wings and stepped into the auction house. The ground trembled like the sky and the ground.
"Humanity."
He said in a low, thick voice:
"You took things that didn't belong to you."
The dragon lowered its head, and its vertical pupils were shining with flame-like luster in the darkness, and the breath smelled of burning gunpowder:
"It's time for you to pay the price."
Chen Jia looked around and realized with hindsight that he was the only living person left here. He just woke up like a dream, and knelt down with a thump, and prayed in fear:
"Please! You, your treasure is here—"
He shivered and pointed to the sealed treasure chest in the hall.
The humans who had previously carried them have scattered and fled, leaving them to be discarded in the middle of the hall.
The dragon stretched out its claws, and the sharp claws slashed across it. In an instant, the treasure chest shattered and the golden treasures poured out, shining with a seductive splendid light in the half-clear hall.
—However, the number is far from enough.
"What's left?" he asked.
"Left, the rest is still in the warehouse!" Chen Jia stammered, pointing in one of the directions.
He hurriedly took out a metal magnetic card flashing blue from his pocket:
"This is the key—"
A wisp of black smoke gushed from the palm of the dragon, and the black smoke opened its mouth, swallowing all the treasure chests on the ground into its stomach, and then flew back to the dragon's side.
Shi An nodded and said politely, "Thank you."
However, before Chen Jia breathed a sigh of relief, he saw hot flames spit out from the dragon's throat, and before he even let out a scream, it turned into fly ash in the blink of an eye.
The flames were controlled extremely delicately, and only burned the human body, but the clothing was not harmed at all.
There is no one left in the entire hall, and all mechanical equipment including monitoring has been completely destroyed.
Shi'an can feel that the side effects on her body are slowly disappearing.
Soon, the position of the giant dragon was empty, replaced by a slender human teenager.
The young man stepped in a pool of blood skillfully, his toes were round and lovely, and his fingertips were slightly pink. The contrast between scarlet and pale was particularly shocking.
There are no strands on his body, his limbs are slender, his complexion is white, as clean and soft as the first snow, only a pair of eyes still maintain the appearance of a dragon.
Standing naked among the wreckage and corpses, the young man had a terrifying and terrifying beauty.
Shi An walked forward without hesitation, stepped over the corpse on the ground without hesitation, and came to the only intact clothing.
He bent over to pick up the clothes, shook off the dark dust lightly, and put on this piece of clothing one size larger than his own body, with a slender waist, slender and soft limbs, all quickly Covered by clothing.
Shi An rolled up the slightly longer sleeves and trouser legs, stepped into the size one's shoes, and then walked in the direction the man was pointing at.
Through the long corridor, at the end of the corridor is a huge vault.
With a beep of the door of the vault, it slowly opened under the action of the magnetic card.
Shi'an entered the vault.
His gaze moved and searched in the room with countless gold and treasures, the expression on his face getting heavier and heavier.
In the distance, the capable person stationed in the vault subconsciously turned his head and saw the familiar clothes of the visitor.
He subconsciously wanted to say hello, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized something was wrong-although the clothes were the same, they were completely different regardless of their height and body.
He suddenly became vigilant: "Who!"
Shi An did not answer.
The capable person attacked and turned into hundreds of phantoms, attacking the young man in front of him from all directions. The angles were tricky, and the moves could kill people.
The young man raised his eyes, and under his long eyelashes were a pair of flame-like vertical pupils, silently looking in this direction.
His gaze was cold and calm, and he actually locked the only entity among hundreds of phantoms who were capable.
how is this possible!
Those with the ability were suddenly shocked.
However, before he could reflect, his body seemed to be held tightly by some invisible pressure, and his skeletal muscles were sobbing overwhelmed, and he couldn't move anyway.
The opponent walked slowly to his eyes, pinched his throat with his slender fingers, and directly lifted him up.
Shi An asked softly: "Where are my things?"
There are indeed a lot of gold and silver jewels in the vault, but they are not of high value. They are not enough for the collection he has carefully collected for so many years, and the precious gems listed in the collection list are completely gone.
The treasure in the box outside is indeed his.
But too little.
The things contained in the dozen or so boxes were at most a little more than the treasures in the principal's warehouse in Irvine District. Shi An didn't believe that there was only such a treasure here.
His fingertips slowly tightened, feeling the tremor of the opponent's throat bone between his fingers.
There was a suffocating "hehe" sound in the throat of the capable person, his eyes burst out, and he weakly scratched the opponent's fingers on his neck.
The young man squeezed his throat and moved a little closer, a cruel and indifferent light gleaming in a pair of golden red eyes:
"Where is the dragon's treasure you stole?"
Mu Heng flicked the tip of his sword, and the scarlet blood fell on the snow, looking like a red flower in full bloom.
Another headless corpse of a mercenary fell down. The blood sprayed from the neck cavity was frozen into ice slag before it hit the ground. His wrist was broken, and a leg was thrown half a meter away, looking terrible.
Wen Yao followed Mu Heng, her lips pressed tightly, her eyes worried.
Although Mu Heng's actions were completely invisible, Wen Yao, as a confidant who had been with him for several years, could clearly feel that the leader's current state was very wrong.
In the past, Mu Heng's fighting habit was quick, hard and accurate, just like the god of death who was already accustomed to killing, never inflicting too much pain, everything was for efficiency.
But this time... Mu Heng appeared rude and cruel.
It’s not like to achieve a certain purpose, but more like—
revenge.
The man’s eyes are very cold, like a dark blue vortex. There is no light to shine through, with a certain kind of icy cold, like a merciless sharp blade. When being swept by, he will subconsciously feel a kind of Phantom pain like being cut.
He indulges himself in killing.
It seemed that every mercenary standing in front of him was an enemy, venting his rage on the enemy.
Wen Yao felt panic, but she dared not step forward, nor asked what happened to Mu Heng.
Or... Who has the problem.
At this moment, a member of the administrative bureau hurried forward and reached Wen Yao's ear to say something.
Wen Yao was startled, a trace of joy filled her cheeks.
She turned to look at Mu Heng, and said, "Sir, good news! The students trapped in the Southern Canyon have been found!"
Mu Heng was stunned, then turned his head and looked over.
The long sword in the man's hand was still dripping blood slowly, and his eyes without emotional fluctuations fixedly stared at Wen Yao not far away.
He calmly asked, "...What?"
"It seems that some students noticed something wrong with this exchange meeting and notified other students, so they hid in time and were not involved in the battle!"
… The student is still alive
In other words, the blood sacrifice did not succeed
Mu Heng's eyes were slightly startled.
He raised his hand subconsciously, and briefly touched his lower lip with his cold fingertips.