{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 78

After the training was over, Shi An lowered his eyes and felt that the magic power obtained near the abyss crack some time ago had been basically completely absorbed at this moment.

Great, it seems that I can be lazy later.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the training Zhuo Fu designed was really useful for him, but...it

was really tiring!

After all, compared to sweating profusely in the training ground, Shi An still prefers to lie on the bed, play games and eat snacks.

If it wasn't for restoring his strength as soon as possible and turning back into a Zhailong with a lot of treasures, Shi An wouldn't have done such a painful and tiring job.

Shi An walked out of the training ground dragging his limp body.

Mu Heng still stood at the position just now.

His steel blue eyes were half hidden under the long eyelashes, and he was looking in this direction intently. His eyes were deep and cold, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"It's over?" he asked.

Shi An lowered his eyes listlessly, as if his physical strength had been exhausted.

He didn't answer Mu Heng's question directly, but just nodded slightly.

Mu Heng's eyes moved slightly.

The face of the boy in front of him was very red, perhaps because of the exercise just now, his breathing was uneven, and there was a thin layer of sweat from his forehead to the tip of his nose.

For unknown reasons, he suddenly recalled the dream he had in Aiwen District.

The dream was very vague, and when I woke up there were only fragments left.

Even if I try to recall, it's like being separated by a veil, and I can't see what happened anyway.

But I don't know why, at this moment, more pictures poured out from the depths of my memory.

The crimson ears, the trembling sobs of escape, the hazy mist in the black eyes.

The young man lay in his arms unsuspectingly, with his forehead resting on his shoulders, his trembling panting overflowed, gently and softly sweeping over his heart, trembling from head to toe.

And in his hand...

Mu Heng frowned slightly, lost in thought.

What is he holding in his hand?

Can't remember anyway.

At this moment, Zhuo Fu, wearing a white coat, came out of the control room beside him, breaking the floating silence in the air: "

It's amazing, it's really amazing."

He shook his head and smacked his tongue: "Really, I've grown so big. It's the first time I've seen someone who has made such rapid progress..."

Zhuo Fu looked at Shi An with fiery eyes, as if he wanted to rush up and study him carefully up and down: "An An, when will you next time Come?"

Mu Heng frowned, his eyes slightly cold.

Shi An replied honestly:

"I probably won't come any more recently."

As if there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Zhuo Fu was dumbfounded: "Not coming? Why, why?"

Shi An didn't change his face: "Too tired."

And The most important thing is that the magic power he swallowed before has been completely absorbed, and there is no need to come again.

Zhuo Fu hurriedly caught up with the first few steps:

"Don't come, I, I can help you adjust the intensity..."

Shi'an thought for a while, and asked back: "Can it be lower than sleeping?"

Zhuo Fu: " . . . "

This is beyond my ability.

He didn't give up and caught up with the first few steps: "Speaking of which, I have a few projects here recently, An An, let's see if you are interested..."

Before Zhuo Fu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Heng.

The other party took a step forward calmly, and put his gloved hand on Shi An's shoulder naturally, showing a trace of possessive desire quietly: "Don't you have anything else to do? We're leaving."

Zhuo Fu: "..."

Grass.

He swallowed the rest of the words aggrievedly.

Shi An was unaware of the undercurrent surging between the two humans in front of him.

He waved to Zhuo Fu, then turned and walked out.

Mu Heng didn't follow immediately.

He stared at Zhuo Fu, and said calmly: "Don't use the nickname An An in the future."

Zhuo Fu was stunned for a moment, but didn't realize it for a while:

"Eh? Shi An doesn't like it?"

Mu Heng said lightly: "I don't like it." After speaking

, he turned around and walked out, leaving only Zhuo Fu standing there silently.

Watching the back of the man gradually going away, Zhuo Fu gritted his teeth slowly.

......Are you sick! !

It's as if someone really dared to snatch someone from you!

I don't even dare to lend me eight guts!

Shi An was wandering outside the door.

I don't know why, although I have praised the dragon so many words, but as the enemy of the dragon, Mu Heng's attitude towards him seems to have not changed at all... Could it be that praising the enemy is not useful for Mu Heng of it?

Shi An was worried.

So how can it work?

At this time, Shi An's eyes lit up, as if he suddenly thought of something.

He took out his mobile phone, typed the word "Mu Heng" into the browser, and pressed the search button.

As the number one human being, there is a wealth of information about Mu Heng on the Internet, but most of them are about his record and status, and there is very little personal information about him.

Shi An searched continuously for a long time but couldn't find anything related to Mu Heng himself.

He thought for a few seconds, then re-entered the search keyword:

"What does Mu Heng hate?"

The browser interface stopped circling, and a new page popped up.

This time, no official website popped up anymore, and the ones that appeared were basically some forum posts.

But the answer to this question remains a mystery.

It seems that no one really understands this man, and it seems that he hides himself too deeply, never revealing any of his preferences to the outside world.

However, Shi An suddenly noticed one of the unremarkable posts.

"I don't know what Chief Mu hates, but as a low-level member of the management authority, I can say responsibly that Chief Mu Heng definitely doesn't like physical contact." "

Hey, I've heard this too, is it true or not?"

"Is that why Chief Mu wears gloves all the time? I always thought he was injured or something..." "I have

n't been injured, you think too much, who can hurt him now, my friend in the administration said , Chief Mu seems to be doing this because he is too sensitive, so he simply doesn't want to have physical contact with other people." After

reading the post, Shi An fell into deep thought.

Mu Heng is indeed wearing gloves all the time...

But, hate physical contact?

It seems not? At least he didn't notice it during the previous few contacts.

Or is it just that the other party hides his emotions too deeply?

Thinking of Mu Heng's usually indifferent appearance, Shi An felt that it was not impossible.

At this moment, Mu Heng walked out from the training ground.

"Let's go," he said.

Shi An absent-mindedly nodded, and the two walked forward side by side.

He thought of the post he had just seen, lowered his head subconsciously, and his eyes fell on the palm of the other party's side hanging by his side.

The man's palm was wide and his fingers were slender, but every inch of his skin was tightly wrapped in the pitch-black tactical gloves, which looked strict and abstinent.

Shi An suddenly said: "By the way, can you take off your gloves?"

Mu Heng was startled, stopped, and took a deep look at the young man in front of him.

He didn't answer, nor did he ask why, he just grabbed the fingertips of the glove with his other hand, and pulled the tactical glove off his hand in a leisurely manner.

Mu Heng stretched out his hand.

Shi An thought for a while, and raised his hand to hold the other's fingers.

Different from his cold body temperature, the temperature of the other party's fingers was hot and scorching. Although he had already prepared for it, Shi An was still slightly burned.

Shi An grabbed the opponent's hand and looked at it.

Mu Heng's knuckles were clear and cold, his fingers were slender and powerful, and blue meridians were faintly visible on the back of his pale hands.

Hmm, not pretty.

Shi An was a little disappointed.

There are no hard scales, no sharp claws, not even the scars that he was looking forward to just now.

However, compared to his own hand... it still looks a little better.

Shi An subconsciously spread out his palm.

Fair, thin, slender.

I always feel that it will be broken at the first fold, and it really doesn't have the spirit of a dragon.

Shi An was a little frustrated.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the young man in front of him.

The other party is much lower than him, from this angle one can vaguely see the slender nape of the neck, the soft flesh wraps the slightly convex vertebrae, the curve is fragile and graceful, and a few strands of jet-black hair are stuck to the sweaty skin, which is breathtaking. There is an urge to imprint the teeth and grind them with the tips of the teeth.

At this moment, a cold touch came from the palm.

The other party seemed to be touching his palm tentatively, caressing it carefully, the cold fingertips gently touching the warm skin, bringing a weird slight itching.

But more is the heat.

Mu Heng's eyes gradually darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily.

The hand that had been allowing him to do anything just now suddenly turned over, and the powerful knuckles held Shi An's wrist instead, and the hot fingertips were burned on the skin at the wrist bone.

A man's voice came from the top of his head, as if he was suppressing some emotion, his voice was tense and hoarse:

"...don't touch it."

Huh!

Shi An was happy.

It seems that the rumors are true, Mu Heng really doesn't like to have physical contact with others!

Shi An gloated a little.

When you touched my tail before, I told you not to touch me, and you didn't listen. Look, retribution is coming!

Mu Heng let go of Shi An's hand, he looked away, his voice was still hoarse:

"Let's go, the car is in front."

After speaking, he turned around and walked straight to the parking spot ahead.

Mu Heng is tall and has long legs, and in just a few seconds, the distance between the two was opened.

Shi An stared at the back of the other party who seemed to be fleeing, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a triumphant smile.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the suggestion of black smoke worked a little bit.

According to this progress, it should be a matter of time before the other party hates me.

At that time, even if he didn't take the initiative to say it, Mu Heng would subconsciously stay away from him.

Plan to pass!

In the distance, with his back to Shi'an, Mu Heng's thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were dark and frightening, and the gnawing desire was finally no longer suppressed and concealed, and it rolled wildly in his eyes.

almost.

I almost couldn't hold back.

It was obviously just a touch without any emotion, but his self-control seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch.

But...Mu Heng knew that now was not the time.

Can't scare people.

He took a deep breath slowly, and closed his eyes forcefully.

A few seconds later, Mu Heng opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to their usual tranquility.

He hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes, and looked at his open palm.

For some reason, at that moment just now, he seemed to pick up a broken fragment from the previous dream.

It seems...in that dream.

What else has he touched... something cold and smooth, seemingly hard, but actually soft and tough.

What could it be?