After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Mu Heng's breath choked.

The frequency of chest fluctuations suddenly became irregular.

The mouth of his heart seemed to be gently scratched by the extremely soft feathers, itchy and irritable, a strange impulse quickly swelled in his heart, making his heart beat so fast.

This feeling of heart is too strong, making him eager to do something bad.

They kissed each other fiercely until they couldn't breathe, so hard that they could taste the smell of blood between their lips and tongue, so that those eyes were stained with tears, and they were weakly entered, until they cried and panted and begged him to stop.

He looked down at the dragon lying on his lap, gritted his teeth a little bit fiercely.

I don’t know why, the other party can always keep him wandering in two extreme states repeatedly, tearing, not only wanting to vent his violent desires, but also unscrupulously bullying him, making him cry and weeping, but can’t help but want to satisfy the other party. All the requirements, and even want to give him everything he owns, just for a fleeting smile.

It's really bad.

With the passage of time, Mu Heng could clearly feel his paranoid possessiveness growing wildly deep in his chest, encroaching on the texture like a poison, causing him to sink deeper and deeper every day, until he was dying and unable to quit.

At this moment, Mu Heng's communicator rang suddenly.

The sound of "Dididi" sounded, and the viscous and stagnant air broke in an instant.

Mu Heng took a deep breath and forced himself to look away before he really did anything.

He lowered his eyes and connected the phone.

Wen Yao's voice came from the communicator.

The signal over there seemed to be disturbed, and Wen Yao's vague voice and rapid gasp could be heard in the sound of sizzling electric current:

"...Sir...here...monsters...please support!"

In the next second, the signal was cut off.

Mu Heng was taken aback, then frowned.

Wen Yao's strength is good, and he can deal with most dangers freely. What's more, with his understanding of Wen Yao, it is impossible to call him for help unless he really encounters a very dangerous situation.

Soon, he called out the final position of Wen Yao's mission.

That is the misty jungle at the junction of Central District and Aiwen District.

In Zhuo Fu's report, the abnormal value of magic fluctuation in this area is among the top, that is to say, the degree of alienation is extremely high.

The misty jungle.

The trees are towering, the thick branches and vines completely cover the sky, no light can penetrate in, and the entire jungle is shrouded in a kind of uncomfortable and depressive fog.

The fog was thick and sticky, everything seemed to be immersed in thick white pulp, at most, only the fuzzy shadows of trees in the distance could be seen, like monsters with teeth and claws.

Wen Yao lowered her head and firmly pressed the communicator in her hand with her fingertips.

The water mist condensed on the screen, and on the keyboard, it condensed into water droplets flowing from the gaps, dripping from her fingers, dripping to the ground.

"Damn it." She frowned and cursed, and tossed away the communicator that had turned into scrap.

The monsters in this misty jungle were much more difficult to deal with than she had imagined.

More fierce, crazier, and more numerous.

Although this is the case, it is not impossible to deal with it.

What Wen Yao didn't expect was that the most threatening to his mission was the misty jungle itself.

Obviously it shouldn't be the foggy season and time, but the jungle is full of heavy fog. The fog seems to be alive, intelligent, and aggressive, making them almost difficult.

After several battles, she and her team were separated.

The locator lost its function in the magical mist, the road ahead was vast, and the road behind was nothing. She was completely trapped in the fog of this dayless day.

As time passed, Wen Yao felt a little dizzy.

A stream of heat gushes from her nose.

She subconsciously reached out and wiped it, her fingertips were scarlet.

……nosebleed?

Wen Yao looked at the blood stains on her hands suspiciously, with an ominous premonition in her heart.

At this moment, the magic detector hung around her waist issued a "dididi" alarm sound. Because it was on the verge of failure, it became intermittent and even a little distorted.

Wen Yao was taken aback, and immediately raised her head to look forward.

I saw a huge shadow suddenly passed by in the thick white fog, encased in a layer of lavender mist, and disappeared into the thick fog in an instant.

The woman slowly narrowed her eyes, squeezed the gun in her hand, and chased in the direction where the shadow was shaking.

Outside the misty jungle.

Mu Heng frowned slightly as he looked at the large area shrouded in confusion.

Although he came here more than once to perform a mission, he had never seen such a weird situation.

Shi An squatted on his shoulders and tilted his head: "It's a bit strange."

"What's wrong?"

"This mist..."

Shi An slapped his wings and flew towards the jungle.

As the silver-white dragon approached, the thick and thick mist leaned inward as if it was alive, and a small narrow and empty area was vacated in an instant.

Mu Heng obviously did not expect to see this phenomenon.

"I see."

Shi An nodded intently, flapped his wings and flew back to Mu Heng's shoulder:

"The fog in this jungle is not natural fog, but a kind of monster."

Mu Heng was startled and looked up at the jungle in front of him.

The reason why the mist in the misty jungle does not disperse all year round and has slight magical fluctuations has always been an unsolved mystery for humans. Some people speculate that this is a gathering phenomenon caused by the terrain magnetic field, while others speculate that it was released and created by some kind of monster. , But there is not much corroboration for these two claims.

Mist... is it a monster in itself?

"This kind of monster has no intelligence, no attack power, and its size is very, very small. Even if it breathes in, it doesn't matter. It's almost like a microbe."

Shi An thought for a while and added:

"But it may be different now. They are now much more aggressive than I thought."

It seems that a certain amount of intelligence has evolved. If it is breathed into a person's lungs at this time, Shi'an is not sure what will happen.

Mu Heng understood his meaning, his expression could not help but become slightly solemn.

This kind of microbe-like monsters has always been a weak area for human research, and what's worse, they cannot be killed with weapons, they can only be isolated from defense with magical power.

It seems that he needs to find the people trapped in the misty jungle as soon as possible.

One person and one dragon walked towards the misty jungle.

Mu Heng wanted to release his magic power to cover him and Shi'an.

However, before he could do anything, the surrounding mist spread away from them as if there was life, leaving a small area of ​​clear air, as if being enveloped in an invisible ball.

The silver-white little dragon raised his chest slightly and said proudly:

"Don't worry, follow me, they dare not come near."

Mu Heng curled his lips and smiled, and his solemn eyebrows softened.

He raised his hand and rubbed the opponent's chin with his fingertips, holding the field in agreement:

"impressive."

"Of course!"

Xiaolong squinted his golden and red eyes with enjoyment, and raised his head slightly.

Mu Heng thought of the spider that had kneeled before Shi'an in the dark mountain range, and asked:

"Are all monsters afraid of you?"

"Almost, but the higher the intelligence, the closer the monsters of the abyss are afraid of me, so I am really tired when I pretend to be a human!"

Shi An leaned his head in Mu Heng's palm and complained:

"I have to keep my breath away, or the monster will run away as soon as I see it. It's really troublesome..."

Mu Heng couldn't help laughing: "It's really hard for you."

Shi An: "So are you planning to go in and find Wen Yao now?"

Mu Heng nodded: "Yes."

"That's too slow."

Shi An flew up from Mu Heng's shoulder.

His figure grew in an instant, from a hand-held dragon with a big palm to a huge silver dragon with its wings open for nearly ten meters.

The dragon slightly lowered his head, and stared at the human in front of him with those golden and red vertical pupils that seemed to be lit.

The powerful aura that belonged exclusively to the predators diffused.

Shi An: "Anyway, just bring people out, right?"

Mu Heng was startled: "You are going..."

"It's going to be faster."

The dragon thought for two seconds, and said of course:

"And you are my human being. Isn't it normal for me to help you?"

After speaking, the dragon spread its wings, and the powerful air surging, lifted its body and disappeared into the air.

Mu Heng stood there, a little startled.

What Shi An said just now... made him suddenly realize something.

Some fragments of the past passed through the depths of my mind.

Shi An’s reaction to him the first time he saw him was his sudden "praise", Zhuo Fu's "guess", his accidental rescue in the Irvine District, and a vague glimpse of him when he was awake, within reach, but The back of the dragon that disappeared immediately.

More importantly, in the accident that occurred in the Academy of the Ability, after the confrontation, the dragon at that time could have killed him, but instead of not doing it, he took him into the cave and even started to "raise him in a serious way." "he--

Everything that has happened seems to be connected.

Mu Heng: "..."

The silver-haired man raised his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, and a pair of cold blue eyes flashed a shocked expression.

He looked in the direction where the dragon had disappeared, and he hadn't slowed down for a long time.

and many more……

so……

Turns out... The princess is actually myself? ? ? ?

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