After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

"what?"

Looking at the person across from the screen, the Director of the Administration was slightly startled.

"You are right. He is the human who summoned the abyss dragon from the abyss to the mainland. When we found him, he was already dying, but he was not directly burned to death by the dragon flame. It is really luck. Okay, obviously better luck than me."

Xu Feng smirked, the scar on his face squirming slightly because of this action, making it even more ugly.

"However, at least we know a lot of interesting things."

He took out a book and put it on the table.

The book is extremely thick, the title page is dark red, and the paper inside is made of a monster's skin after a special treatment.

"Remember the previous attack in the Ability Academy? He planned it, and the purpose was to **** this thing out."

The director of the administration squinted his eyes: "You mean..."

"Yes, here is how to send the dragon back to the place where it used to be." Xu Feng pressed his hand on the cover of the book and fixedly stared at the face of the director of the administration on the opposite side of the screen:

"I know that you want to kill the dragon more than sending it away-after all, the research value behind the dragon is inestimable. Of course, I thought that way at the beginning, but the purpose is different from yours. "

——They are for the monetary value of the dragon.

The director of the administration nodded: "Indeed."

He said: "But...this brings up a new problem. Since you also want the dragon, why do you change your mind now and want to send the dragon away from the mainland?"

Mercenaries have never been profitable, they can understand it when they chase the head of the dragon, but now...

Xu Feng: "We naturally have our own reasons."

The scar on his face twitched, revealing a smile that looked a little vague.

In fact, after the last confrontation, Xu Feng now knows that humans do not have the strength to slay dragons.

Don't talk about them, even Mu Heng himself did not.

Rather than slaying a dragon, it is better to die.

Therefore, Xu Feng decided to take the second place-although they could not kill the dragon, they still have the dragon's treasure in their hands.

There are so many treasures, every piece of jewellery is invaluable.

However, as long as there is a dragon, Xu Feng would not dare to use this wealth.

So he decided to cooperate with the bureau to let the dragon leave the mainland.

As long as they use this wealth, he believes that they can return to their original scale, and may even develop to a peak that they could not even imagine.

Xu Feng: "After I paid the price for my arrogance, I hope you can make the right choice-without Mu Heng's support, still slay the dragon in dissatisfaction...

It is better to cooperate with us and use simpler and easier methods to prevent future troubles. "

The screen went black.

The director of the bureau sat in his seat and stared at the black screen in front of him for a long time.

He silently looked at his face reflected in the black screen, and fell into a long period of contemplation.

Finally, not knowing how long it took, he took a deep breath and raised his head.

The director of the management bureau called the assistant and ordered:

"Convene another high-level meeting... Zhuo Fu doesn't need to know about this."

Zhuo Fu and Mu Heng are too close, and Mu Heng's own attitude is really unpredictable.

More importantly, the research institute is difficult to control, and the director of the administration is not prepared to take this risk.

"What about the Combat Division?" the assistant asked.

Although Mu Heng left during this period, the work of the Combat Division did not stop, and his adjutant was always acting on his behalf.

The bureau thought for a while, and said, "Let Wen Yao come."

Although she is the confidant of Mu Heng's faction, this matter would not be possible without the Fighting Division.

During this period of time, the Director of the Management Bureau has also learned about this combat division adjutant—she is rigorous and serious, has always focused on the overall situation, handled matters in compliance with regulations, and has always had a clear stand on dealing with monsters and aliens.

In addition... Wen Yao, after all, was a civilian, and he was much easier to control than Zhuo Fu.

Even if the other party refuses to cooperate, he still has a remedy.

not to mention……

To remove the uneasy factors in human society in advance and restore order and tranquility to the entire continent, for a member of the Administration who is concerned about the safety of civilians, what reason does she have to refuse?

Strictly speaking, the word "help" is no stranger to Shi'an.

Once a human kingdom offered all the jewels in the treasury and asked him to help repel the attack of an enemy country, and there was also a man-fish king who gifted it with a national treasure just to ask him to help destroy the volcano that was about to erupt.

But Shi'an rarely needs others to help him.

He is a dragon.

The only remaining abyssal dragon in the world is also the oldest and rarest dragon in the legend.

After all, Shi'an is very powerful, powerful enough to act arbitrarily.

He is also too lazy, and can even sleep in the cave for thousands of years, not caring about what is happening outside.

After being forcibly summoned to the mainland, Shi An felt "weak and small" for the first time.

The first time you need to walk with your feet, the first time you need to hide your identity, the first time you need to restore your strength...

Forced to ask for help for the first time...

It shouldn't be a big deal?

But it turns out that he was wrong.

The juvenile's finger bones were convulsed and tightened, and they were slightly white due to excessive force. The outline of silver-white scales faintly appeared on the white body, like some kind of evil and exaggerated totem, which was burned into a beautiful pink by the heat.

He gritted his teeth, tears in his eyelashes.

but……

It shouldn't be like this.

At least it shouldn't be like this.

The backlash brought about by forced suppression is really terrible.

The hot magma rushes in the blood vessels, igniting every inch of flesh and bones on the body, sweat oozes out, and is greedily licked away. All the body's senses are developed to the extreme, and a little too much touch will break through and be accepted. To the limit, the strong impact brought by the excessive keenness can almost be compared with the pain. This feeling is too unfamiliar and too intense, making Shi An even feel extremely panicked.

Even so, it was still within an acceptable range at the beginning.

After all, Shi'an has experienced it.

But soon, the development of the matter exceeded the scope of his imagination and cognition.

The light and shadow above the head are in chaos, swaying and diffusing in the confusion.

It seems that everything is moving away from the ear, except for the other person's body temperature, everything is becoming blurred and distant.

As if Yuanyao was sinking in the depths of the ocean, surrounded by salty sea water, no entity could be stepped on under his feet, and there was no focus on anything except the opponent.

Mu Heng grabbed the silver-white dragon's tail with his wet palm, and stroked it upwards from the trembling tail tip until he reached the soft end.

"Do you know? Actually... there are other ways to help you."

He lowered his voice.

Shi An's face was hot and scorching, her dark hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, tears slipped from her eye sockets uncontrollably, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

He can't remember whether he nodded at the time.

To be precise... Shi'an still doesn't remember how he responded.

However, he would rather forget what happened next.

Shi'an is very afraid of pain.

As an abyssal dragon with almost no natural enemies, his scales are indestructible, and no weapon can really hurt him. The pain is extremely strange to Shi'an, so after becoming a human, he tried his best to avoid injury.

The pain this time is different from the past.

Mu Heng was very patient.

He stopped to let the other party adapt, and soothed the boy's back with warm and dry palms over and over again, feeling the texture of the other party trembling under his palm, and then patiently waited for the next craze to come.

It turns out that this does not take long.

Soon, the pink glow spread on the soft silver-white scales, Shi'an's toes began to curl up, and the big dragon's tail went against his will, tremblingly wrapped around the man's waist, as if praying again. As if urging.

Mu Heng lowered his head, his silver hair was unfettered, dripping like flowing water, and with his movements he gathered the boy in it, as if a river of molten silver was winding on the opponent's back.

Above his head was broken rocks, and dim sunlight fell from the cracks in the rocks.

The light and shadow in the narrow cave are intertwined, divided into broken and fuzzy color blocks. The young man’s fingers trembling and gripping the cloth below tightly, but the force is very light, as if he has lost the strength to struggle, and in the next second, he was boned by the man. The clearly slender palm covered it and pulled it back easily.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Shi An was speechless and could only shook his head.

The man leaned down and let the shadow envelop the two people. In a pair of azure eyes, the strong aggression and possessiveness finally no longer concealed. The heavy shadow came out quietly, like a huge net covering each other:

"Silver, isn't it?"

The first time was like a squally rainstorm, intense, dizzy, long, and the gradual increase in heat was dizzying.

But the second time it was meticulous and agonizing, more like torture than before.

"You know, you just have to say it..."

Mu Heng held the cool and sweaty nape of the teenager with his hot palms, and whispered in the ear of the opponent:

"I will do it."

you're lying!

Shi An sobbed.

Last time I asked you to take it out, don't move, you didn't even listen!

However, the accusation was smashed badly by the other party before blurting out, and all that was left was a broken whimper overflowing from his throat, and the trembling tail echoed in the cave, tangled like silk threads.

After the first wave of heat in the estrus period passed, Shi'an felt that his sanity finally came to light.

The dark sky can be vaguely seen between the broken rock peaks above. I don't know when it will start, and night has fallen.

The clothes underneath were all wet, I don't know if it was tears or sweat.

"Enough, okay..."

Shi An's voice was hoarse and crying: "I won't need your help anymore..."

He struggled to shrink away.

But the next second, the tail was held by the burning palm and dragged back.

Shi An was startled, and turned his head subconsciously, looking behind him.

"It's a bit late."

Mu Heng's eyes were deep and dark, like a turbulent ocean, in which silent danger rolled.

"I haven't finished this job yet."

His voice is still gentle:

"So let's do it again, okay?"

The author has something to say: Julong: You have finished helping, you have finished helping!

Princess: No, I don't