{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 90

  The room was very dark.

The dim, half-dim light completely enveloped the small space, and the air seemed to have stagnated, condensing there silently.

The boy's half of his face was buried in the soft pillow, his cheeks were covered by his messy hair, and he looked too fair in the half-dark room.

His eyes were half-closed and his lips were wet.

The trembling little snort spewed into the man's palm.

Mu Heng felt an extremely dry fire burning deep in his throat, and the sound of his heartbeat became extremely loud.

There seemed to be an insatiable, bloodthirsty beast stirring in my heart.

Even so, Mu Heng clearly realized that something was wrong with Shi An.

He heard himself asking in as stable a voice as possible:

"How long have you been like this?"

The man's pale and strong fingers lifted the boy's cheek gently but irresistibly.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, and looked at Shi An with unfathomable gaze.

"Did you eat anything?"

Shi An opened his eyes blankly, the dark pupils under the eyelashes seemed to be washed by water, clear and out of focus.

He shook his head and nodded again.

"Hmm..."

It seemed that he didn't hear a word Mu Heng said.

Mu Heng bent down, supported the young man's slender back with his palms, and directly picked him up from the messy bed.

"Let's go, I'll take you there—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden sharp pain in his neck.

Mu Heng frowned suddenly.

Shi An opened his mouth and bit his collarbone viciously. His teeth were white and sharp, but he lost his strength after the first stroke. It was more like flirting than venting.

Mu Heng was suffocated for breathing.

The palms he pressed on Shi An's back subconsciously tightened for a moment.

The blue veins on the back of the slender and powerful hands are bulging, like a blue dark river winding under the pale skin, as if using strong willpower to curb some kind of impulse.

Shi An didn't notice this.

He held the small piece of thin flesh with his teeth and gnawed softly, as if he could vent this weird and uncontrollable feeling.

Mu Heng took a deep breath.

He raised his hand, covered Shi An's mouth, and pushed him away from his neck little by little.

"...Don't mess around."

The man's voice was very low, already hoarse.

In the next second, the moist and soft touch passed over the palm, and the cold tip of the tongue passed between the lines of the palm.

All the muscles in Mu Heng's body were stiff and tense.

He lowered his eyes slowly, and looked at the boy in his arms. The boy's eyes were half-opened, his expression was ignorant, and he didn't have the consciousness that he had just licked someone else's palm.

"Uncomfortable?"

The man's voice became calm and soft.

Shi An nodded.

The palm covering his mouth was pulled away, replaced by warm and burning fingertips, and the other party's fingers pressed forcefully on his lips and kneaded, piercing into his mouth little by little, groping and exploring with a very patient attitude.

Mu Heng's eyes were lowered, and a pair of deep blue eyes were suppressed into the black color of eternal night.

"Do you need my help?"

Shi An blinked.

He wasn't quite sure what was going on now.

He really hoped that someone could help him, but an instinctive sense of danger rose in his heart, which made him hesitate.

Mu Heng bent down and pressed against the hot and delicate ear of the young man, his voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of coaxing:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Shi An was surrounded by warm body temperature, and the tip of his nose lingered. The breath is familiar and pleasant.

He nodded dazedly.

Mu Heng put one hand on Shi An's back, feeling the trembling of the other's small body, opened his mouth to bite the glove on his other hand, and slowly released the other hand from the imprisonment of the cloth.

The flames flickered silently in the dark blue eyes, like a burning dark fire.

Mu Heng's voice was soft and hoarse:

"Let me help you."

"Relax."

Shi Rui paced hard in the room, gnawing his fingernails anxiously. After a long time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. Gathering up all his courage, he took out the communicator from under the pillow with trembling fingers.

After the last time we parted, the other party deliberately told him not to take the initiative to contact him.

However, it has been too long, and Shi Rui has not been able to get any reliable news, which makes him very disturbed.

He tried to dial to the opposite side.

black screen.

No one answered.

Shi Rui clenched his teeth, his eyes were slightly moist.

He had a vague feeling.

It seems that he has become an abandoned child.

the other side.

The man in black lowered his eyes, glanced at the communicator in his hand, turned it off indifferently, and stuffed it into his robe.

Immediately afterwards, he walked slowly towards the dark cave not far away.

The inside of the cave is dark and dark, and the narrow cave road is very dark. Every not far or close distance is an ancient stone fire platform. Although there is light, the flame is dark, and it can only faintly dispel some darkness. , Barely illuminating the road ahead.

The road in front of him has been walked thousands of times, but the man in black is still walking very slowly.

Not because of the light.

He seemed to be injured, half dragging one leg, making a rustling sound on the ground.

After an unknown period of time, the man in black finally reached the depths of the cave.

In the center is the bright red totem, other than that, it is shrouded in darkness and cannot be seen clearly.

"You're still alive." A gloomy voice came from the darkness.

The man in black knelt down on one knee with difficulty: "Yes."

"But you failed."

"Yes."

The man in black replied in a hoarse voice.

If it weren't for the props from the dragon, he might not be able to save his life, but even so, the horror of the dragon flame is something a human like him can bear.

Neither medicine nor magic can heal the burnt part, and pus is dripping down all the time.

"What's going on?"

asked the man in the darkness.

"Master Dragon doesn't seem to be satisfied with our plan." The black-robed man lowered his head deeply and replied in a painful voice.

He pressed one hand on his injured knee, his body trembling slightly.

However, he didn't seem to feel the pain, but more like trembling with joy.

"But don't worry, I have already thought of a way."

"Oh?"

"I hope you can allow me to use the treasures from the cave of Lord Dragon." "

This time, I will definitely live up to everyone's expectations."

Mu Heng bent down , printed a kiss on the wet and trembling lips of the young man:

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his messy collar, turned around, and walked out of the room.

Shi An was left alone in the room.

He blinked, and the last drop of tear that was faltering fell down and landed on the pillow with a thud, leaving a little wet mark on it.

Shi An finally broke free from the previous half-dream and groggy state.

The picture just now flooded into my mind messily and crowdedly.

Shi An felt that his face was flushing red rapidly, it was almost painful, his face was wet, whether it was sweat or tears.

Just hands.

It's just...

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Shi An buried his head deeply in the pillow and closed his eyes in despair.

Although he is not familiar with the way of getting along with human beings, even so, he is very clear that what happened just now should never have happened.

And the worst of them all -

Mu Heng asked.

And he agreed.

Even...he asked for it on his own initiative.

Shi An curled himself into a ball in shame.

But even so, the memory of being touched still cannot disappear.

The texture and temperature of the other party's fingers, the rough calluses, the delicate finger pads, the hot palm, and the edges of the neatly trimmed nails.

Powerful and flexible, with irresistible toughness.

It was as if it had been branded on my body, and it showed no sign of dissipating at all.

In that chaotic and hot atmosphere, the young man's vision was blurred and his expression was bewildered.

The excessive accumulation of pleasure seems to be better than the pain, big tears gather, and fall one after another.

The waist is soft, the legs are also soft, and the toes tremble and curl up.

This is incorrect.

wrong.

He flinched back hard, trying to escape from the strange and magnified perception, but was easily held in place.

Shi An forced himself not to think about it.

He buried himself in the dark and soft bedding, closed his eyes in an evasive way, wishing he could dive back to the bottom of the abyss and sleep for another fifty or sixty thousand years.

At this moment, Shi An was slightly taken aback and opened his eyes.

He found that the gray magic power dissipated faster, and the magic power in his body also made an astonishing leap.

......No way?

This is all right?

Shi An sat up and began to think seriously.

The only explanation now is that, with the growth of his magic power, the drugs to suppress the estrus are gradually becoming invalid.

The estrus period should not have started immediately, because this feeling comes and goes quickly, and after the last experience, if the estrus period really starts, he probably won't have a lucid interval.

And Mu Heng's touch will make his magic power grow faster, the estrus will come sooner, and the reaction will be greater...

Then... this is simply a vicious circle!

Shi An was dumbfounded.

Downstairs, Mu Heng raised his eyes and looked at Shi An who was walking down slowly:

"How do you feel?"

Shi An was startled: "?!"

Mu Heng continued to ask: "Is there anything wrong with your body? Shi

An pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, and moved away from Mu Heng.

However, Mu Heng unhurriedly unfolded the electronic file folder in his hand and spread it out on the desktop in front of him:

"Come and have a look."

Shi An: "..."

He froze, reluctantly moved over.

"Did you eat any of them by mistake?" The man's voice was low and peaceful, without any strangeness, but Shi An couldn't help but start to feel warm.

He remembered that upstairs just now, the other party whispered in his ear with such a gentle and considerate voice.

Shi An blushed and looked away.

He hastily scanned the above introductions and randomly pointed to one of them.

Mu Heng nodded: "That's okay, there's no need to go to the hospital. If you want to, it's better to have a checkup—" "

No, no, no." Shi An shook his head vigorously.

Mu Heng crossed his fingers, and said casually: "That's fine, you can wait for your body to metabolize naturally, but there should be a few more repetitions."

He stood up, walked to Shi An's side and stood still.

Shi An restrained his urge to retreat.

The man lowered his silver-white eyelashes, his eyes were distant and blue, with awe-inspiring abstinence and sternness.

He raised his hand and gently brushed the bite mark on the boy's lower lip with his fingertips.

The other party's voice was clear and cold, calm and indifferent, with a faint smile:

"Next time, I can help you with my mouth."