{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 64

    Mu Heng sat on the pile of rubble, his two long legs were slightly bent, and the placket of his upper body was spread out, revealing the white bandages that had been bandaged.

He raised his head and stared fixedly at the distant sky, a corner of the sky covered with snow and wind was reflected in the depths of his obscure blue eyes.

When Wen Yao arrived, what she saw was exactly this scene.

She subconsciously eased her steps and said slowly, "...Sir."

Mu Heng retracted his gaze and turned his head to look over.

His face became pale due to blood loss, and it almost merged with the Can Xue behind him. His outline became colder and his eyes were sharp: "Have you sent someone from the Southern Canyon?"

Wen Yao was silent for a while, and said, "Yes, but... "..."

"But you sent the main manpower to find me, didn't you?" Mu Heng's voice was cold and cold.

"—Stupid."

Wen Yao lowered her head, her expression as calm as steel: "...It's the incompetence of my subordinates."

Even if she was given another chance, Wen Yao would still make the same choice.

Those students who were trapped in the southern canyon were also in danger, but as Mu Heng's subordinate, the safety of the officer was her top priority.

Mu Heng stood up: "Let's go."

Wen Yao was stunned: "...Where to go?"

In this state of Mu Heng, the best place to go is the hospital, but looking at the other party's expression, it doesn't seem like he is preparing to rest at all. Man's demeanor.

The man put on his coat covered with dust and falling snow, his eyes were like frozen ice:

"Clean up."

Auction house.

Chen Jia: "Hurry up! Move faster!"

He commanded the team in front of him, his expression impatient: "Aren't you full? Hurry up!"

Looking at the subordinates who were lined up in front of them carrying the treasure chests, Chen Jia frowned and seemed particularly impatient.

The auction house was originally the Chen family's property.

But Chen Yankang was beheaded here by Mu Heng with a sword, and Chen Yanming was still missing in the Aiwen Snowfield, seeing that the family power was severely damaged.

Chen Jia is the son of a collateral branch of the family.

After Chen Yankang's death, he was forced to go up and take charge of the auction house temporarily.

Therefore, they must quickly transfer the treasure to the place before the people from the Administration Bureau come back, and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

At this moment, Chen Jia suddenly felt the ground under his feet shake slightly.

He was slightly startled, and for a while he wasn't sure if this was his own illusion.

The next second, a more obvious sense of vibration came immediately, the dust fell from the dome in a rustling manner, and there was a messy sound of heavy objects falling from all directions, and everyone looked around in panic.

This is definitely not an illusion.

What, what's going on?

Chen Jia stretched out his hand to support the wall, barely stabilizing his body, and looked dazed and confused.

Earthquake?

"Crack!"

The sound of rock cracking sounded from overhead, and the cracks of the spider web spread on the specially reinforced dome.

"Crack!"

The huge sharp claws sunk in, and then pulled it hard!

The ceiling shattered into pieces under the terrifying force, and with the crackling of dust and rocks, the auction house that had just been neat and tidy immediately became messy and shattered.

The humans below screamed and ran away.

Thin sunlight poured in, clearly outlining the majestic and terrifying outline.

The silver-white dragon stood quietly on the dome, and a pair of golden-red icy vertical pupils looked down at the ants that were running around in front of them, as if they were watching the dust under their feet.

Chen Jia's legs were already weak, and he could only rely on the support of the wall behind him to barely fall to the ground. Under the pressure from the species and soul, he was dripping with cold sweat.

"Ye, meet!"

he heard himself scream in a panicked voice.

The attack beam integrated with magic power hit the giant dragon in front of him like a rain of arrows, and landed on the opponent's silver hard scales, making a heavy sound like gold and stone hitting each other.

However, those powerful magic powers fell on the opponent, but it didn't seem to cause any harm at all.

Instead, it angered the dragon.

It exerted force under its claws, and the thick rock was as soft and fragile as paper soaked in water, and it was easily crushed.

The ceiling was torn open with a huge hole.

The dragon opened his mouth, his teeth were sharp and white, and the sun shone with a chilling cold light.

He seemed to know the location of all the fortifications in the auction house.

The scorching golden red flames spewed out of his mouth, and the billowing fire waves roared, as if it could ignite the air together. All the mechanical weapons and guards in the auction house were all vanished in an instant. Under the overwhelming power, there is almost no rivalry.

This... how terrifying this is.

The giant dragon folded its wings and stepped into the auction house. The ground trembled as if the sky was falling apart.

"Human."

He said in a low and heavy voice:

"You have taken things that do not belong to you." The

dragon lowered its head, its vertical pupils shone like flames in the darkness, and its breath had a burning smell of gunpowder smoke. :

"It's time for you to pay the price."

Chen Jia looked around and realized that he was the only living person left here. He just woke up like a dream, knelt down with a plop, and panicked. He prayed:

"Please! You, your treasures are here—"

He tremblingly pointed to the sealed treasure chest in the hall.

The humans who had carried them had fled, leaving them behind in the center of the hall.

The dragon stretched out its claws, and the sharp and sharp claws slid across it. In an instant, the treasure box cracked, and the golden treasure was poured out. In the semi-blind hall, a splendid light that seduced people's hearts flashed.

- However, the number is far from enough.

"What about the rest?" he asked.

"The rest, the rest are still in the warehouse!" Chen Jia stammered, pointing in one of the directions.

In a panic, he took out a metal magnetic card flashing blue light from his pocket:

"This is the key—" A

plume of black smoke poured out of the dragon's palm, and the black smoke opened its mouth and devoured all the treasure chests on the ground. into the stomach, and then fly back to the dragon's side.

Shi An nodded and said politely, "Thank you."

However, before Chen Jia could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw hot flames spit out from the dragon's throat. Before he could even let out a scream, it was already in the blink of an eye. turned into ashes.

The flames were controlled extremely delicately, only burning the human body, but the clothes were not damaged at all.

There was no one left in the entire hall, and all mechanical equipment, including monitoring, had been completely destroyed.

Shi An could feel that the side effects on her body were slowly fading away.

Soon, the dragon's place was empty, and in its place was a slender human boy.

The young man stepped on the pool of blood skillfully, his toes were round and lovely, and his fingertips were a little pink, and the contrast between scarlet and pale was particularly shocking.

There are no strands on his body, his limbs are slender, his complexion is white, as clean and soft as the first snow, only one pair of eyes still maintains the appearance of a dragon.

The teenager stood naked among the wreckage and corpses everywhere, with a thrilling and terrifying beauty.

Shi An walked forward without hesitation, stepped over the corpse on the ground unhurriedly, and came to the only complete clothing.

He bent over to pick up the clothes, lightly shaken off the dark dust on it, and put the clothes one size larger than his body on. covered by clothing.

Shi An rolled up his slightly longer sleeves and trouser legs, stepped into his shoes one size larger, and walked in the direction the man pointed at just now.

Walking through the long corridor, at the end of the corridor is a huge vault.

The door of the treasury made a "drip" sound and slowly opened under the action of the magnetic card.

Shi An stepped into the vault.

His eyes moved and searched in the room where countless gold and treasures were piled up, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

In the distance, the person who was stationed in the vault subconsciously turned his head to look and saw the familiar clothes of the person coming.

He subconsciously wanted to say hello, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that something was wrong - although the clothes were the same, they were completely different regardless of their height and body shape.

He suddenly became vigilant: "Who!"

Shi An didn't answer.

The capable person attacked and turned into hundreds of phantoms, attacking the young man in front of him from all directions, with tricky angles, and every move could take people's lives.

The young man raised his eyes, and under his long eyelashes were a pair of flaming vertical pupils, silently looking in this direction.

His gaze was icy and calm, and he actually locked onto the only entity of the capable person among the hundreds of phantoms.

how is this possible!

The capable person was immediately horrified.

However, before he could react, his body seemed to be being held down by some invisible pressure, his skeletal muscles were sobbing overwhelmed, and he couldn't move no matter what.

The other party walked slowly in front of him, slender fingers pinched his throat, and directly lifted him up.

Shi An asked softly, "Where are my things?"

There are indeed a lot of gold and silver jewelry in the vault, but they are not of high value. Completely disappeared.

The treasure in the outer box was indeed his.

But too few.

The things contained in the dozen boxes are at most a little more than the treasure in the principal's warehouse in Aiwen District. Shi An didn't believe that there was only so much treasure here.

His fingertips slowly tightened, and he felt the other person's throat throbbing between his own fingers.

A suffocating "hehe" sound came out of the capable person's throat, his eyes burst out, and he weakly grabbed the other's fingers tightly clasped between his neck.

The young man squeezed his throat and leaned a little closer. A pair of golden-red pupils flashed a cruel and indifferent light:

"Where's the dragon's treasure that you stole?"

Mu Heng threw the tip of his sword, and the scarlet blood fell on the white snow. It looked like red flowers in full bloom.

Another headless corpse of a mercenary fell to the ground, the blood sprayed from the neck cavity, and it was frozen into ice slag by the severe cold before it hit the ground. The wrist was broken, and one leg was thrown half a meter away, looking terrible.

Wen Yao followed behind Mu Heng, her lips pursed tightly and her eyes worried.

Although Mu Heng's actions did not show that he was injured at all, as a confidant who had followed him for several years, Wen Yao could clearly feel that the current state of the officer was very wrong.

In the past, Mu Heng's fighting habit was fast, ruthless and accurate, like a god of death who was used to killing, never inflicting too much pain, and everything was for efficiency.

But this time... Mu Heng seemed rude and cruel.

It's not like to achieve a certain purpose, but more like -

revenge.

The man's eyes are very cold, like a dark blue vortex, no light can shine in it, with a certain kind of bone-chilling cold, like a ruthless blade, when it is swept, it will subconsciously feel a kind of Phantom pain like being cut.

He indulged himself in killing.

It seems that every mercenary standing in front of him is an enemy, venting his full anger on the enemy.

Wen Yao felt panic, but she didn't dare to step forward or ask Mu Heng what happened.

Or... who is in trouble.

At this moment, a member of the Administration Bureau hurried forward and said something in Wen Yao's ear.

Wen Yao was stunned, and a hint of joy came to her cheeks.

She turned her head to look at Mu Heng and said, "Sir, good news! The student trapped in the southern canyon has been found!"

Mu Heng was stunned, then turned to look over.

The long sword in the man's hand was still slowly dripping blood, and his eyes without emotion were fixed on Wen Yao who was not far away.

He calmly asked slowly, "...What?"

"It seems that some students noticed something was wrong with this exchange meeting and notified the other students, so they hid in time and were not involved in the battle!"

... ...the student is still alive?

In other words, the blood sacrifice did not succeed?

Mu Heng's eyes were slightly startled.

He raised his hand subconsciously and briefly touched his lower lip with his cold fingertips.