After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Mu Heng: "..."

This direction was beyond his imagination.

He lowered his head, looked at the little dragon lying on his lap, paused, and stretched out his hand hesitantly.

The dragon's back was cold and smooth, and the tiny scales shone with a silvery luster in the sunlight, which felt like some kind of precious jade.

Mu Heng followed the scales, from the dragon's head to the tip of the tail.

One moment, one moment.

The temperature of the human palm is scorching hot, covering the back with warmth.

Xiaolong kicked his hind paws comfortably, his body spread out slowly, and the whole dragon lay softly on his knees.

He even turned over obediently so that the other party could touch his belly.

Mu Heng: "..."

He tentatively scratched the dragon's belly with his fingertips.

The scales on this part are much softer than those on the back, with a cool and pliable feeling.

"Aw, ow ow ow."

Xiaolong squinted, rolled lazily, and let out a happy grunt deep in his throat.

Mu Heng: "........."

I don't know why, but the pitch-black silt and silently burning black flames that settled and spread in his heart for several days seemed to be silent for a moment, and he felt a rare...

joy.

After thinking for a while, he reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone, ordering a chocolate parfait.

Extra large.

The existence of dragons is finally no longer a secret.

Now, the whole continent is in chaos.

The administration not only needs to negotiate, negotiate, transfer power, and block news to prevent civilians from panicking with the chiefs of each district, but also releases all guard posts to search for dragons across the continent.

At the same time, all the scholar towers across the continent began urgent meetings, trying to find any clues about dragons among the dusty piles of old papers.

Before this change, only Mu Heng and a few high-level officials in the administration knew about it.

Now, the leaders of almost all departments know it.

The first person they thought of was Mu Heng.

Mu Heng is not only the strongest among human beings, but also the only blood of the famous dragon slaying family. No one knows how many ancient books about dragons are in the library in the main house of the Mu family, and whether there are any spells that can hurt dragons. Or props, they just know that if anyone can solve this dragon crisis, it must be him.

Whether it is the detection department, the logistics department, the data department, or even the theory department, they all frantically want to get in touch with Mu Heng.

However, for three whole days, there was no news from Mu Heng, as if he disappeared out of thin air.

If you can't contact Mu Heng, you can only contact his deputy, Wen Yao.

The frequent ringing of the communicator disturbed Wen Yao.

But Wen Yao knew how free-wheeling her chief was, as long as he didn't want to be found by anyone, no matter how high-level the call was, he wouldn't answer it.

After much deliberation, Wen Yao could only find Zhuo Fu.

"Have you heard from the officer these days?" She asked straight to the point.

The white coat on Zhuo Fu's body seemed to have not been changed for a few days, and it looked wrinkled.

He shrugged: "No."

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Really?"

"Oh my aunt, why am I lying to you?"

Zhuo Fu scratched his messy hair, his eye circles were black and black, and he looked as if he had been punched in both eye sockets.

"To tell you the truth, I also want to contact your chief."

"Do you still remember the dragon flame sample we seized from the mercenaries before?"

Wen Yao nodded.

Zhuo Fu photographed the test tube and materials in front of Wen Yao: "In the past few days, I have done research on that drop of dragon's blood, and the composition of the magic power contained in it is almost completely different."

He wiped his face and said, "But I don't know what's going on. The samples are really too small. Your officers are not cooperating at all. They refuse to give me any samples at all!"

Zhuo Fu looked at Wen Yao as if looking at a savior, and begged:

"Please, please persuade your officers, just give me another drop!"

Wen Yao: "..."

She really doesn't understand what Mu Heng wants to do now.

It seems that he is not going to slay the dragon, nor is he going to hand it over, and he is even more unwilling to let Zhuo Fu do research on the dragon.

Is it just to keep it?

Wen Yao pondered for a few seconds: "When was the last time you saw Chief Mu?"

Zhuo Fu was stunned for a while, it seemed that the memories of the previous few days were slowly awakening.

"Oh... it seems like three days ago, at that time, it seems, the dragon woke up?"

"The dragon is awake?" Wen Yao's expression became serious.

This is a big deal.

Behind the dragon not only represents uncontrollable power and danger, but now it has also become the object of all forces on this continent.

It was literally a living powder keg.

No one knows when it will explode, whether it will be ignited from the outside or run out of control from the inside.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhuo Fu touched the back of his head, his voice weakened: "I forgot."

Wen Yao made a decisive decision and stood up abruptly: "Let's go."

"Ah? Where are you going?" Zhuo Fu looked at the back of the other party stupidly.

Wen Yao's voice came from the front: "The Mu family."

On the first day, Shi'an played games all day.

It's been too long since he played games.

To be precise, it has never been touched since the accident at the Ability Academy.

Although he likes treasures, Shi'an has no idea about money. Things like money are either paper or virtual numbers, which are meaningless to a dragon.

And the Shi family was very stingy with the living expenses, basically only enough to maintain the daily expenses,

Shi An had always asked Lin Yanming to borrow things like game consoles.

Seeing the latest, full-set, top-end game console in front of him, Shi An's eyes widened as he had never seen the world before, and asked in disbelief, "This, are these all for me?"

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, scratched Xiaolong's chin with his fingertips, and gave a shallow "hmm".

"You are so kind." Xiao Yinlong burst into tears.

Mu Heng: "..."

His eyes stayed on Xiaolong for a moment, then he looked away as if nothing had happened: "Yes."

Shi An also needs clothes.

From selection, ordering, to delivery to home, it takes no more than a few hours.

Shi An happily flew over and tore open the box with his paws.

The inside is glittering and colorful, and the extremely exaggerated fabrics are exposed, shining bright luster under the light, making the dragon dazzled.

He had been fancying these clothes for a long time, but the old housekeeper never let him buy them.

ignorant human beings!

I actually look down on his aesthetics!

He turned into a boy in front of Mu Heng, put on his clothes without any scruples, completely oblivious to the man's eyes that gradually deepened behind him.

After changing his clothes, Shi An turned around in front of Mu Heng, his eyes sparkling, and he asked with great anticipation:

"Does it look good?"

The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes, his dark eyes fell on the young man not far away, his Adam's apple moved, and his voice was soft and hoarse:

"Ah."

Shi An cocked his tail happily: "Really!"

He knows it!The human aesthetics I like are also the most advanced!

After sitting engrossed in front of the screen for a whole day, Long, who was addicted to the game, was finally picked out by Mu Heng who couldn't stand it.

But the sadness of being interrupted by game time is quickly replaced by the joy of dinner being served.

Since he no longer had to go to great lengths to hide his identity as a giant dragon, Shi An could finally let go of his appetite to eat.

After wolfing down enough food for five people, Shi An ate a cup of oversized ice cream from a top dessert shop after the meal.

Satisfied, very happy.

The silver-white little dragon fell on Mu Heng's lap, moaning and asking him to rub his stomach.

Mu Heng did not refuse.

The next day, Shi An began to dislike his bed for not being luxurious enough.

He rubbed his head against Mu Heng's palm, stared pitifully at his pair of golden red vertical pupils, stared at his current owner tearfully, and complained that his current living environment was not comfortable enough.

Mu Heng: "..."

That afternoon, new beds were brought in.

Made of pure gold, it was edged with shining jewels and gemstones, and it looked so beautiful and dazzling.

Little Silver Dragon was very happy.

After several rolls on the new bed, he flapped his wings and flew in front of Mu Heng, and habitually leaned over to kiss the warm and soft thin lips of his relatives:

"It's so kind of you!"

The touch on the lips was strange and cold, fleeting.

Mu Heng was startled, his eyes widened slightly.

Soon, the touch is gone.

Shi An quickly ran to his new bed and buried his head in it.

Watching Xiaolong's back, Mu Heng paused, slowly raised his hand, and touched his lips lightly.

Those are scales belonging to a foreign race, cold and sharp like snakes.

The tall man's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the silver-white eyelashes concealed the complicated expression in his eyes.

That night, Mu Heng kept his promise and slept with Shi An in his arms.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a nightmare.

There seemed to be something heavy on his chest, making Mu Heng unable to breathe.

After he finally broke free from the dark dream, he lifted the quilt and lowered his eyes to look at his chest.

Under the quilt, Xiao Yinlong curled himself up into a ball and pressed against his chest without any scruples.

The pointed and thin tail came back and rested on the tip of the paws, and the head was buried in the wings, sleeping soundly, with the back heaving and falling, making a small purring sound.

Mu Heng: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and touched Shi'an on his chest.

Xiaolong groaned in his sleep, slightly opened a pair of golden red vertical pupils, looked at Mu Heng drowsily, then seemed to recognize him, changed his posture, and rubbed against the warm and soft human body with attachment. Palm, once again fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Heng pursed his lips tightly, the complicated and puzzled expression in his eyes finally emerged under the cover of night.

Everything that happened now... was not what he planned.

But why does he feel so...

Pleasant and calm?

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu soon arrived at the main residence of the Mu family.

The mansion in front of him is huge and ancient, with the power and influence of a family that has been in existence for thousands of years, which makes people instinctively feel fear and awe.

Zhuo Fu retreated a little.

He swallowed hard, and tugged at Wen Yao's sleeve: "Hey, why don't you just forget about it?"

"We, let's go in now, we won't see anything like a torture chamber, will we?"

Thinking of Mu Heng's cold expression that made him feel panic when he left a few days ago, and the abnormal behavior that the other party might make, Zhuo Fu couldn't help shrinking his neck, and couldn't help but start talking nonsense: "What if What if Chief Mu is actually planning to find a private space to torture his lover who has cheated on him?"

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked:

"Shouldn't we be silenced?"

Wen Yao gave him a cold look and walked forward.

She was ready to be turned away.

However, what I didn't expect was that the magic authentication system at the door emitted a blue light, scanning the two of them from top to bottom, and then the door slowly opened, saying with a mechanical voice:

"Ms. Wen Yao, Mr. Zhuo Fu, please come in."

"..."

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu looked at each other, and also saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.

They took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Mu Heng doesn't like to be in contact with people. There are no human servants in the Mu family's main house, only golems driven by magic and machinery.

A puppet came and led the two of them inward.

No one stopped him along the way.

Soon, they saw Mu Heng.

The noon sun poured down from overhead, and the atrium was filled with light golden sunlight.

The man with a stern face had untied silver hair that flowed down his broad shoulders, shining brightly in the sunlight.

He lowered his eyes and read an ancient book in his hand.

A small silver dragon the size of a palm was lying on his lap, lazily basking in the sun, flicking its tail.

Seeing someone coming, Mu Heng's hand stroking it stopped.

Xiaolong whipped him gently with his tail, and moaned softly:

"keep going."

Wen Yao: "..."

Zhuofu: "..."

……what?