{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 130

"What?"

Looking at the person on the opposite side of the screen, the director of the bureau was slightly taken aback.

"You heard it 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 it is really lucky that he was not directly burned to death by the dragon flame Well, obviously luckier than me."

Xu Feng faked a smile, and the scar on his face squirmed slightly because of this action, making him look even uglier.

"But at least we learned a lot of interesting things."

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

The book was extremely thick, the title page was dark red, and the paper inside was made from the skin of monsters after special treatment.

"Do you still remember the previous attack in the Ability Academy? It was planned by him, and the purpose was to snatch this thing out." The director of the

administration narrowed his eyes: "You mean..."

"That's right, here is It records how to send the dragon back to 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 bureau opposite the screen: "I know, you would rather kill the dragon than send the dragon away.

" Drop the dragon—after all, the research value behind the dragon is immeasurable, of course, I thought so too at the beginning, but the purpose is different from yours." ——they

wanted the money value of the dragon.

The director of the Administration Bureau nodded: "Indeed."

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

The mercenaries have never been profitable, and it is understandable for them to chase the dragon chief, but now...

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

The scar on his face twitched, revealing a look. There was a vague smile on his face.

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

Not to mention them, not even Mu Heng himself.

Rather than slaying the dragon, it is better to say it is death.

Therefore, Xu Feng decided to settle for the next best thing—although they couldn't kill the dragon, they still had the treasure of the dragon in their hands.

These treasures are numerous, and each piece of jewelry is priceless.

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

So he decided to cooperate with the Authority to get the dragon to leave the mainland.

As long as they take advantage of this wealth, he believes that they can return to their original scale, and may even develop to a peak that they could not have imagined before.

Xu Feng: "After I paid the price for my arrogance, I hope you can make the right choice - without Mu Heng's support, you are still dissatisfied with slaying the dragon... Or cooperate with us and

use There is a simpler and easier way to prevent future troubles."

The screen went black.

The director of the management bureau sat on his seat, staring at the blackened screen in front of him for a long time.

He silently looked at his own face reflected in the black screen, and fell into long-term contemplation.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath and raised his head.

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

"Hold 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 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 had been acting on his behalf.

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

Although she is a confidant of Mu Heng's faction, it is impossible to complete this matter without the Combat Division.

During this period of time, the director of the management bureau has also gotten to know the deputy of the Combat Section—she is rigorous and serious, always puts the overall situation first, handles things in accordance with the regulations, and has always had a clear stand on the handling of incidents related to monsters and alien species.

In addition... Wen Yao was born as a commoner after all, so she is much easier to control than Zhuo Fu.

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

What's more...

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 worried about the safety of civilians, what reason does she have to refuse?

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

There was a human kingdom that offered all the jewels in the treasury to ask him to help repel the enemy's attack, and there was also a mermaid king who gave a national treasure to him, just to ask him to help destroy the volcano that was about to erupt.

But Shi An seldom needs others to do something for him.

He is a dragon.

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

After all, Shi'an is very powerful, strong enough to do whatever he wants.

And it's too lazy, it can even sleep in the cave for thousands of years, and doesn't care about what happens outside.

After being forcibly summoned to the mainland, Shi An experienced the feeling of "weakness" for the first time.

The first time I needed to walk on my feet, the first time I needed to hide my identity, the first time I needed to recover my strength...

The first time I was forced to ask for help...

Shouldn't it be a big deal?

But it turns out he was dead wrong.

The boy's finger bones were convulsed and tightened, and they were slightly white due to excessive force. The outline of silvery white scales appeared faintly 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, his eyelashes filled with tears.

But...

it shouldn't be like this.

At least not the way it is now.

The rebound brought about by forcible suppression is simply too terrifying.

The hot magma rushes through the blood vessels, igniting every inch of flesh and bone on the body, the sweat seeps out, and is greedily licked away, all the senses of the body are developed to the extreme, a slight touch will break through and be accepted The strong impact brought by excessive sensitivity can almost be compared with pain. This feeling is too strange and too intense, which makes Shi An even feel extremely panic.

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

After all, Shi An has experienced it before.

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

The light and shadow above the head was chaotic, flickering and dispersing in the haze.

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

It seemed to be a deep abyss in the depths of the ocean, surrounded by salty sea water, and there was no solid body under his feet, and there was no point of strength other than the opponent.

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

"Did you know? Actually... There are other ways to help you."

He said in a low voice.

Shi An's face was hot and scorching hot, his jet-black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, tears rolled down his eyes uncontrollably, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He couldn't remember whether he nodded or not.

To be precise... Shi An still doesn't remember how he responded back then.

However, he would rather forget what happened next.

Shi An was very afraid of pain.

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

The pain this time was different than before.

Mu Heng was very patient.

He stopped to let the other party get used to it, and comforted the young man's back with his warm and dry palm over and over again, feeling the other party's texture trembling under his palm, and then patiently waited for the next climax to come.

As it turns out, it didn't take long.

Soon, the pink rays of light spread across the soft silver-white scales, Shi An's toes began to curl up, and the big dragon tail went against his will, wrapping around the man's waist tremblingly, as if he was praying for another As if urging.

Mu Heng lowered his head, his silver hair lost its restraint, and flowed down like flowing water. With his movements, he embraced the young man in it, as if a river of molten silver was winding on the opponent's back.

There are broken stones overhead, and dim sunlight falls from the cracks in the stones.

In the narrow cave, light and shadow intertwined, and it was divided into broken and blurred color blocks. The boy's fingers trembling tightly grasped the cloth underneath, but the force was very light, as if he had lost the strength to struggle, and was caught by the man's joints in the next second. Covered by distinct slender palms, it was easily pulled back.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Shi An couldn't speak and could only shake his head.

The man leaned down, letting the shadows envelop the two of them. In a pair of blue eyes, the strong desire for aggression and possessiveness was finally no longer concealed, and the heavy shadow came out silently, like a huge net enveloping the other party:

"Silver, isn't it?"

The first time was like a storm, fierce, dizzy, long, and the gradual increase in heat was dizzying.

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

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

Mu Heng held the young man's cool and sweaty nape with his scorching palm, and whispered in the other's ear, "

I'll do it."

You're lying!

Shi An was sobbing.

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

However, before the accusation was blurted out, it was shattered by the other party's evil intentions, leaving only a shattered sob overflowing from the throat, and the trembling ending sound echoed in the cave, like a silk thread.

After the first wave of estrus passed, Shi An felt that his sanity had finally come to his senses.

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

And the clothes on the bottom have been completely wet, I don't know if it's tears or sweat.

"It's enough, it's enough..."

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

He tried hard to shrink into the distance.

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

Startled, Shi An subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

"It's a bit late."

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

"I haven't finished helping this job yet."

His voice was still gentle:

"So let's do it again, shall we?"