After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The chains on the ankles swayed slightly, gleaming with silver luster in the sun, and looked more like ornaments than shackles.

The shimmering light glided in front of him, like a white blade cutting through the darkness.

At that moment, memories from before the coma flooded into Shi'an's mind like a flood of gate opening.

Forced to recover under the full view of the public, the Rost Volcano, which almost erupted, was close to a mature crack in the abyss...

And the rage that was almost uncontrollable.

Then what?

It seems to be a little weak, so I fainted?

Shi An: "………………"

and many more?

its not right……

Is there any important plot missing in the middle? !

He stared at his ankle sluggishly, blinking slowly, his brain was like a rusty hinge, and it made a creaking sound as it turned.

It feels like...

Obviously he had just started playing the game, and after taking a careful nap, he opened his eyes and found that the blood red word gameover appeared on the screen.

Shi An tentatively stretched out his hand, grabbed the silver chain on his ankle, and pulled it forcefully.

The chain made a clanging metal bang, but it was extraordinarily strong, and there was no sign of loosening at all.

Shi An frowned, and his fingertips were covered with a layer of silver-white hard scales, which looked extremely sharp, as if he could cut into pieces of gold and jade.

The complicated lines engraved on the silver chain light up slightly.

Shi An "hissed" and retracted his hand.

He looked at his fingertips in the sun.

Although there is no obvious skin trauma, the skin is slightly red.

Obviously, this chain was specially built for the dragon, and could even restrain his bloodline ability to a certain extent.

——Could it be the group of people from the Administration?

But... shouldn't it?

Logically speaking, as a team led by a dragon slayer, shouldn't the first thing after discovering a dragon be to kill it when it is weak?

Especially when I saw his incarnation with my own eyes, shouldn't you worry about catching the wrong person?

Shi An was confused.

He blinked blankly. At this moment, he seemed to think of something suddenly, stretched out his hand, carefully lifted the quilt on his body, and glanced inward.

"..."

Shi An's face showed a complex expression that could not be exhausted.

still have a question.

Why are you naked?

The chasm in the abyss closed.

It seems that the word closed is not very accurate, and the most accurate description of the word should be "exploded."

In the past, even if the Eye of the Abyss disappeared, there would still be an unhealable scar on the ground, but this time it was different. The crack disappeared completely, replaced by a huge pit, and the surrounding high temperature did not dissipate for several days.

But at least this time the abyss was cleaned up very clean.

In response to the cause of this disaster, the senior management of the Ross District did not release any news.

However, that night, the turbulent fire that burned almost the entire world, even thousands of meters away can be seen.

Some people speculate that the government is experimenting with new lethal weapons, others say that new unknown monsters have been discovered, and there are even some religious conspiracy theories. There are different opinions.

Unlike the random speculation among the people, the existence of dragons is no longer a secret to the upper echelons of each district.

As a result, they began to chase the Authority to make a statement.

The high-sounding voice is for the safety of the people in all districts, but in fact they have their own ghosts. No district does not want to take a share in this matter. Even the upper strata of the Aiwen District took the opportunity to catch fish in troubled waters, hoping to get in. The whereabouts of the dragon is squeezed out from the bureau, or any related clues.

Where it has been hiding before.

Strong or not.

Can it be killed?

Are there any weaknesses...wait, wait.

The response of the Authority to each district is the same.

--do not know.

They did not lie.

The senior management of the administration does not know the answers to these questions.

They don't even know that the most elite combat team in the administration has not only witnessed the transformation of the dragon with their own eyes, but also learned the identity of the dragon as a cover in human society.

On this matter, Wen Yao respected the decision of the chief, and did not report it up.

Their subordinates are all well-trained elites, and they know exactly what to say and what not to say. They have been fighting with Mu Heng for so many years, and they are all very strict.

After the first battle in the volcanic crater, most of them were injured slightly or severely, and are now receiving a full set of medical security services provided by the Administration.

To them, the past few days are like an absurd dream.

No one thought that the boy who looked gentle and harmless would actually be the legendary dragon.

This incident is comparable to the explosion of a nuclear bomb and a thunderbolt in the sky. It makes people feel trance when I think of it now, and almost think that everything exists only in my own fantasy.

And about...their leader hid a dragon, only three people knew.

Wen Yao, Zhuo Fu, and Mu Heng himself.

Regarding the dragon matter, Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao both had their opinions to the left. Although they had argued several times, no one really convinced anyone.

As for Mu Heng...

No one knows what he thinks.

From the day of the volcano crater, their chief has become even more unpredictable and unpredictable.

No one knows what Mu Heng was thinking when he found out that Shi'an was a giant dragon, and what kind of stormy waves were hidden under that seemingly calm and waveless appearance.

Why did he go to slay the dragon alone, but in the end, why did he bring the comatose dragon back, and what did he plan to do next?

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu didn't know, nor dared to ask.

In the laboratory.

Zhuo Fu was concentrating on analyzing a drop of dragon blood in his test tube.

The blood drops are round and plump, scarlet and sticky, and there seems to be a faint golden thread in it, and invisible magic is surging in it.

While he was recording something, he asked Mu Heng about Mu's classics.

Mu Heng sat aside, his tone was cold, and he responded concisely.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes, opened his mobile phone and took a look, then stood up suddenly.

Zhuo Fu was taken aback by the sudden movement of the opponent:

"What, what's wrong?"

Mu Heng picked up the coat on the back of the chair.

His expression was still calm and could not see any clues, but there seemed to be some invisible and dark undercurrent surging in the depths of his azure blue eyes, and his voice was low: "He is awake."

Zhuo Fu was stunned for three seconds before realizing who Mu Heng was talking about, but when he reacted, the other party had hurriedly walked out, and his slender and tall back disappeared into his sight.

"..." Zhuo Fu sighed, lowered his head, and continued his research.

After a few seconds, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

...Wait, why did Mu Heng know that Shi'an woke up so quickly?

Soon, Zhuo Fu remembered the camera that Mu Heng had "requisitioned" from him a few days ago, and his expression became a little more subtle.

Although understandable, but...

Always feel a bit perverted?

When Mu Heng pushed open the door, Shi An was lowering his head, looking at the shackles on his feet with a look of incomprehension.

The clear sunlight fell from the window, quietly covering the young boy's white back.

The neck is slender, the back is slender, slightly bent into a flexible and tight arc, the butterfly bone has a clear outline, sliding under the thin flesh, and the spine is deeply sunken into a soft gully, extending gracefully downwards until it is submerged in the fabric .

The sunlight slid down like a stream of water and was contained in the waist of the young man.

Jingle bells.

The chain rang along with his movements, making a clear and pleasant crashing sound.

Mu Heng took a step forward.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Shi An straightened up suddenly as if frightened, and quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

His pupils shrank slightly involuntarily.

... Mu Heng?

Although he had a hunch in his heart, Shi An still felt a little strange astonishment when he really saw the other person.

The silver-haired man stepped forward step by step, a pair of light blue eyes showing the texture of melting ice in the sun, looking faint and cold, silent, falling heavily on Shi An's body.

He took a step forward, and Shi An subconsciously moved back an inch.

By the time Mu Heng stood in front of the bed, Shi An's back was already against the wall, unable to retreat.

Mu Heng leaned down and touched the silver chain on the foot of the bed with his fingertips.

His long eyelashes were drooping, hiding the expression in his eyes.

But I don't know why, Shi An just remembered that day, in the smoke of gunpowder and volcanic ash, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, his pupils shrunk like needles, and his eyes were cold and terrifying.

He swallowed subconsciously.

As a dragon, he really rarely feared anything, but now...

Shi An was a little confused.

It's not fear, but...

There seemed to be an unknown emotion whistling in the other's eyes, which made Shi'an instinctively uneasy.

"Do you like it?" Mu Heng asked in a calm voice.

Shi An blinked, but he didn't expect the other party to ask this question first.

Shouldn't you ask things like "You are a dragon" or "You lied to me"?

He accidentally lost his mind for a while.

But Mu Heng didn't seem to care about it.

He stretched out his hand and held the chain with his fingertips, and the metal collision sounded in the silent room, sounding uncontrollable nerve tension.

"In this world, there are not many things that can lock dragons."

Mu Heng slowly wrapped the chain around his palm.

"Most of them are in Mu's house."

Shi'an could feel that the long chain under the quilt was being tightened little by little, and the pulling force at the ankle was gradually increasing.

He retracted subconsciously, but there was a hard wall behind him.

At this moment, he seemed to realize something and stammered and asked: "Here, where is this place?"

Mu Heng: "My house."

He raised his eyes calmly, a pair of extremely cold eyes silently locked the young man not far away:

"To be precise, Mu's old house."

Shi An stayed for two seconds.

At this moment, when the chain was pulled to the end, Shi An was startled and felt that he was being pulled outwards with a strong force.

He hurriedly tried to escape, but his slender ankle was grasped by the man's hot and dry hands and dragged him over easily.

Mu Heng held the young boy's bare feet in one hand, and leaned down unhurriedly.

His silver hair was cold, slid down like a stream, and landed on Shi An's body, arousing a little ominous shudder:

"I heard you like silver."

The man's finger bones are long, his palms are burning, his fingertips slowly sliding and sliding between the boy's ankles and chains, carelessly kneading and stroking.

His movements brought up the crisp sound of metal chains hitting:

"do you like it?"

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