After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Chapter 89: To my princess

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Shi An: "...?!"

The temperature of Mu Heng's fingertips was scorching hot, with a purely cold sense of inquiry, quietly falling on him.

However, there is one thing that Mu Heng said is correct. As a dragon slayer, his active touch is indeed more conducive to the absorption of magic power.

But as the absorption speed of magic power accelerated, the strange and weird feeling rose in the depths of the body.

Shi An curled up subconsciously, trying to shrink himself into a ball.

At this moment, the anxious voice of the demon worm suddenly came from my ear:

"My lord! My lord!"

Shi An blinked, and it took two seconds to realize that the Demon Worm should be communicating with him in the way of soul.

"The speed of the administration is faster than we thought!" Its voice was urgent and urgent: "They have now found their way up the mountain, and they should be there in at most twenty minutes!"

Shi An awoke from the state of chaos.

He broke free from Mu Heng's confinement, and tried his best to say in the most calm and majestic voice:

"Human, human, your work has been completed, our transaction is over, you can leave."

"really."

However, unexpectedly, Mu Heng did not let go, but tightened his strength.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the dragon in front of him with a deep and dark gaze, with a calm voice: "In that case, when we meet again next time, we can fight with our lives without any scruples."

"By then, my sword will no longer break on your scales."

Mu Heng's voice was very soft, as if he was telling an established fact very quietly: "I believe that your claws will never stop falling before tearing me apart."

Shi An was stunned, a little confused about what the other party wanted to say.

"So, there is one thing I need to make clear in advance."

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes, and suddenly read two familiar syllables lightly:

"—About my friend, Shi An."

Suddenly being called by his own name, Shi An subconsciously tightened his heart, raising his eyes and looking at Mu Heng.

"Since you have taken him away several times, I believe this name should be familiar to you."

The man has long silver-white eyelashes, and his azure blue eyes are unfathomable:

"He has been involved in this deadly battle, isn't he?"

The corners of Mu Heng's lips lifted slightly, revealing a sullen smile: "The dragon, a species, can never refuse its own instincts."

His voice gradually lowered: "It's a coincidence, so am I."

"So, the next time you take him away, I will cut open your chest, dig out your heart, and dedicate it to my princess."

"Transaction complete."

After speaking, Mu Heng slowly let go:

"—I look forward to our next confrontation."

Shi'an's brain is a bit chaotic, unable to process such a huge amount of information for a while.

At this moment, a demon's voice came from his ear: "My lord, my lord, have you come out of the cave?"

Shi An came back to his senses afterwards.

Yes, I'm leaving.

The dragon spread its wings behind and flew out of the cave above its head.

The moment its figure disappeared into the cave above its head, the spells applied from the outside dissipated in that moment.

"Quick! It should be right ahead!"

Noisy and yelling sounds mixed with messy footsteps approached the cave on the top of the mountain.

Wen Yao brought his subordinates to come with the fastest speed.

And before approaching the cave, she saw from a distance, a familiar figure slowly walking out of the cave.

Wen Yao was surprised and delighted: "Sir!"

Mu Heng's coat has been torn apart, the clothes on his body still carry dry blood stains, and the silver hair is scattered on his shoulders. He is embarrassed like Wen Yao has never seen before. However, although his face is pale, the expression on the man's face is still habitual. His indifference and calm, as if all crises are not to be feared.

The moment I saw each other, the familiar, powerful sense of peace finally came back.

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were almost wet:

"Great, you're all right."

She looked around, frowning in confusion: "That... Dragon..."

Mu Heng interrupted her lightly:

"left."

Taking a steady and calm step, he passed Wen Yao and walked down: "Help me contact Zhuo Fu."

The man squinted a pair of pale blue eyes:

"He has something to return to me."

Although the period of these few days is very short, there is one thing that Mu Heng already knows very well—

Without a sword, you cannot slay a dragon.

The whole body of the dragon is covered with indestructible scales, without any weakness, and the reason why it will stay in his arms so confidently, I am afraid it is also clear, with its current methods, it is impossible to hurt it at all. .

Formally because of this, Mu Heng decided to "cooperate" with Long.

After these few days with the dragon, Mu Heng's desire to slay the dragon became more urgent.

This desire is deep and pure, without any love, hatred, likes and dislikes.

He just has to get it.

Before this goal was achieved, there was nothing to stop Mu Heng from pursuing, except death.

He took off his coat and threw it away, took a new pair of gloves from Wen Yao, and while walking down, he efficiently and quickly gave orders and asked about the progress.

At this time, Mu Heng noticed that Wen Yao had stopped suddenly, showing an air of hesitant to speak.

He frowned and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Yao took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, and said with difficulty:

"Sir, the subordinates are not doing things well..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Shi'an... hasn't been found yet."

Mu Heng's expression suddenly condensed.

His voice was extremely sharp, like a sharpened ice blade: "What did you say?"

Since the dragon has been staying with him these few days, and Shi An's strength is good, Mu Heng always thought that Shi An was out of danger a long time ago.

Wen Yao's voice was awkward: "I, I started to send a search team on the day the abyss crack disappeared to conduct a carpet search inside the school. However, the school area is too large and there is a shortage of manpower—"

"When you receive treatment, I will use all my power..."

Wen Yao watched his immediate boss worriedly and assured him with an extremely serious attitude.

However, Mu Heng didn't seem to hear it.

His face was cold, and he gritted his teeth every word:

"Call everyone at once."

Three hours later.

Wen Yao walked quickly towards Mu Heng, her eyes were shining, and her breathing was short of excitement.

She held the phone in her hand and covered the microphone with one hand, and said, "Sir, I found it!"

Mu Heng was startled, stood up, and strode over.

After a simple wash, all the clothes and gloves on his body were completely new. Except for the pale face, Mu Heng looked almost the same as usual.

He took the phone from Wen Yao's hand and put it in his ear.

The voice of the old housekeeper came from the microphone: "Sir, did you find Shi'an?"

Mu Heng gave a light "um" cry.

"He has been home for two days, but he may be too tired and has been sleeping." The old butler's old and loud voice came through the microphone: "Do you need me to call him to answer the phone—"

Only then did Mu Heng feel his heart slightly let go.

He raised his hand, squeezed the bridge of his nose, and said, "No need."

"I'll be there soon."

Mu Heng hung up the phone and looked at Wen Yao calmly: "So, for such a long time, you never thought of going to Shi'an's house for a call?"

Wen Yao: "..."

She lowered her head in shame.

In fact, in the past few days, all members of the administration have focused their main attention on finding Mu Heng. No matter how good Wen Yao is towards Shi'an, compare the whereabouts of a missing student with Mu Heng. It's really not worth mentioning—even for Wen Yao himself.

Mu Heng clearly knew this too.

He squinted his eyes: "No next time."

The phone was thrown into Wen Yao's hand, and the boss's cold voice came from above:

"His safety will be your top priority in the future, understand?"

Wen Yao was startled and nodded blankly.

After speaking, Mu Heng pulled up his coat on the back of the chair, turned around, and hurriedly walked out.

Next to the phone, the black smoke and the devil sighed in relief.

Great, caught up.

"Are you sure the butler hasn't received a call from the bureau in the past few days?" The Demon Insect asked a little worried.

Black Smoke: "Are you questioning my ability to probe other people's memory?"

Devil: "... Just in case!"

After flying out of the cave, Shi An struggled to find the clothes previously hidden outside, and then flew back crookedly, leaving the work of making an alibi to Black Smoke.

It implanted memories for the housekeeper downstairs, while Shi An ran upstairs to sleep.

Eyeballs looked upstairs worriedly, and said, "Speaking of which, the adults should be fine, right?"

"Yes, what's the matter with your lord? I feel like the state is not very good." The demon insect showed a thoughtful look.

Black Smoke suddenly thought of something, and let out a cry of "Oh".

"Could it be... is it a potion..."

The devil was surprised: "No way? So fast?"

Black Smoke: "It is reasonable to say that it will not be so fast, but if the mana value is unstable, the effect of the potion will also be unstable..."

Devil: "... My grass! You fucking said it earlier!"

His eyes were blank: "What are you talking about?"

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

The unaware old housekeeper ran to open the door.

The three monsters fell silent suddenly.

The devil asked dryly: "I remember... Mu Heng seemed to say on the phone just now, he will be there soon?"

The silver-haired man stood outside the door, his eyes calm and his back straight.

"Sir, you are here." The old butler leaned forward and let the other person in, with a kind smile on his face: "You don't have to come here by yourself..."

Mu Heng shook his head: "I insist."

He raised his eyes, glanced towards the top of the stairs, and asked, "Shi An is on it?"

The butler nodded: "Yes."

He sighed:

"Since he came back, he hasn't been downstairs. I am very worried about him...

Mu Heng: "I'll go see him."

He was introduced into the villa.

Since he already knew the way to Shi'an's room, Mu Heng declined the old butler's lead.

With his coat over the arm of one hand, he walked up the stairs.

The corridor was very quiet, and at the end of not far away, Shi'an's room door was closed tightly.

Mu Heng walked to the door, bent his knuckles to knock on the door, but at this moment, his brow furrowed.

Through the door panel, a heavy and painful gasp could be faintly heard.

Mu Heng's pupils shrank.

Before there is time to think, the hand movement has already taken place.

The door was pushed open.

Shi'an's room was very dim, the curtains were concealed indiscriminately, and the gloomy shadow enveloped the small space.

The bed in the deep darkness and the teenager in the quilt can be vaguely seen.

"Shi'an?" Mu Heng frowned, his voice lightened subconsciously: "Are you okay?"

He conveniently closed the door behind his back and walked towards the bed.

Half of the boy's face was immersed in the shadows, looking white as porcelain, with long, dense eyelashes drooping, shaking tremblingly, and the eyes that narrowed into narrow gaps were dripping with water.

Mu Heng gently sat on the edge of the bed, took off his gloves, and touched the sweaty forehead of the opponent with his fingertips.

"not comfortable?"

At the moment when he was touched by the man's dry and warm fingers, Shi An's body trembled. He raised his eyes and his breath was thin and disordered:

"Well… "

His voice was hoarse, with a little screaming cry:

"Uncomfortable."

Mu Heng's fingertips paused briefly.

His Adam's apple involuntarily rolled up and down, and there was a little dumbness in his voice:

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

However, before he retracted his hand, he was caught by the boy's slender and cold fingers.

Shi'an pressed his face groggy.

Unlike the temperature of his fingers, his face was hot and delicate: "...Don't go to the hospital."

The young man murmured:

"You touch me."