{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 131

Shadows fell, and time seemed to lose its meaning.

past, future, present.

The three time units are intertwined and cannot be distinguished in priority.

The ancient instincts surged with unrestrained strong impulses, like huge waves swept up by the wind, and reason itself was like a small boat in the storm, swaying, tilting, rolling helplessly, being pushed Deeper and farther into the darkness, until finally smashed by the waves, leaving only driftwood floating on the dark sea.

This longing flows and surges in the body of all living things.

The rarer and stronger the bloodline, the more difficult it is to resist.

Dragons and Dragon Slayers.

It was a repulsive force from blood and bone.

The aura from each other is so familiar, for tens of thousands of years, they have killed each other, slaughtered, fought, never ending, never dying, never dying, this is the instinct that flows from their bones and blood.

Bathed in each other's blood, proud to step on each other's bones.

It is a drive beyond biology, a magical bond of ancient origin.

It seems to be dancing on the tip of a knife, and it seems to be kissing with a sharp weapon.

It was like hugging a ferocious beast, whose sharp teeth would bite off his throat in a second.

It's like walking on the edge of a cliff, if you make a wrong move, you will die.

There is a dangerous breath coming from each other, and the depths of the soul are trembling, trembling, and warning.

It was as if icy blades were touching each other's throats, bringing blood to seal their throats, but they were replaced by hot lips, moist kisses, fierce biting and hugging.

Silver scales climbed up the boy's side face and neck.

Mu Heng could see his own reflection in the opponent's eyes—gold red vertical pupils, like a raging flame, burning from ancient times to the present.

He could feel the opponent's tail tightly wrapped around his waist.

Slowly tighten and gather.

The cold and hard scales scratched across the skin, bringing a secret pain.

Under the scales are powerful muscles, and Mu Heng is very aware of the strength contained in the opponent's tail, which is enough to break bones, crush flesh, twist an adult by the waist, and let the white bones penetrate his chest and lungs , letting the air-filled blood bubble overflow the corners of his lips.

How deadly.

What a dragon can do, Mu Heng himself is very clear.

He has read too many books, consulted too many materials, and seen too many tragedies.

He has seen the power of Dragon Flame with his own eyes.

Melt rock, set the sky and sea on fire, and destroy any creature that gets in your way.

how terrible.

Mu Heng leaned down and clasped the opponent's throat with his fingers.

The skin under the palm was cold and soft, with a scaly texture, and the sticky feeling of sweat spread in the palm and throat, and he could feel the opponent's pulse beating unsuspectingly at his fingertips.

Plop, plop, plop.

Disorganized, impatient and fast, almost blending with his heartbeat.

how beautiful.

He can see the other's lips.

Slightly open, moist, and soft pink, under the white teeth, you can vaguely see the soft and greasy tip of the tongue.

Fascinated, Mu Heng leaned over and kissed his dragon.

His dragon answered him.

Wen Yao: "...Are you sure?"

She lowered her eyes, half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and she seemed a little hesitant.

The director of the administration put his elbows on the table, looked up at the brown-haired and brown-skinned woman in front of him, and said slowly, "Excuse me, why am I

not sure?

" Papers before the bureau."

The director of the management bureau lowered his head and flipped through the information report in front of him: "It's a report on the possibility of coexistence between humans and monsters, and the conclusion you drew at the end is negative, right?" Wen

Yao Her eyelashes trembled, and she paused for a moment: "...Yes." "

The destiny of mankind is created by mankind itself. We cannot pin our hopes on a powerful, uncontrollable existence. If that powerful The phantom species has the ability to destroy the entire human race according to its own mood, and it has threatened us like that before. How can we guarantee that it will always be in a good mood and will never tear up that unilateral, What about the unlimited promise?"

The director of the bureau looked deeply at the woman in front of him, and said every word, every word he said was sharper than a sharp knife, more lethal than a weapon.

Wen Yao fell silent: "..."

"Of course, you can also refuse my proposal." The director of the management bureau retracted his gaze and said indifferently:

"If this is the case, I may have to trouble you to stay in the management office for a while. Bureau, and hand over all the means of communication, and we will take over the Combat Section—"

Wen Yao pursed her lips, her lips turned white slightly due to the force, she seemed extremely shaken.

Director of the Administration: "So in the end, what is your decision?"

The huge conference room was dead silent.

The chief waited patiently.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Wen Yao raised her eyelashes and said slowly, "This subordinate understands."

The director smiled.

He knew that Wen Yao would make the right choice.

"Okay, now, we need two people." The chief lowered his head and looked at the information book in front of him: "Shi Rui and Shi Zechun are currently being detained in the Combat Division, right?" Wen Yao nodded

.

"Very well, I need you to bring them up and send them to this location at six o'clock this afternoon."

According to the mercenaries, they were actually planning to reverse the summoning ceremony, because the original sacrificial body His soul is dead, so now the reversal ritual needs his blood relatives.

At this moment, Wen Yao said:

"Excuse me, may I have a meeting with the person who held the ceremony?"

The director of the administration was startled, obviously not expecting such a request from the other party:

"Why?"

" That black-robed man..."

Wen Yao paused, and said, "I have led my subordinates to confront his people several times, from the Ability Academy to the Rost District... many of my capable subordinates were injured or injured in these battles. Killed in battle..."

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "I need to see him."

This request is not too much.

In addition, the director of the management bureau is indeed curious about this person, but because the person is in the hands of the mercenaries, he can't directly refuse to accept it, but through Wen Yao, they may be able to let them know about this black-robed man. , as well as his organization, including sources of information about his resources.

He nodded: "I will try to contact you."

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

After sending Shi Rui and Shi Zechun to him, Wen Yao got permission.

Under the leadership of the mercenaries, she came to a closed and narrow room. In the room, the man in black was firmly locked up, with haggard white hair hanging down, a dry and old face, and half of his face was covered with blue and black. Covered in bumpy veins and drooping with shrunken eyelids, it looks intimidating.

She walked forward slowly.

The man in black seemed to have heard her footsteps, and slowly raised his eyes.

Although the pupils of his eyes were covered with a layer of dull white mist, the former color of his eyes could still be seen.

For some reason, Wen Yao's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you want to know?"

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the harsh sound of scratching the glass with his fingernails, and the specific age could not be identified: "Given my current state, I must know everything, It's endless."

Wen Yao stood in front of him with a complicated expression:

"...Why did you summon the dragon in the first place?"

The man in black raised his eyebrows: "I thought you already knew the answer... Shouldn't you know my purpose well?"

Wen Yao narrowed her eyes, without nodding or shaking her head.

A few seconds later, she asked the second question:

"Then why are you sending the dragon back now?"

The instinctive impulse brought about by the fourth molt period has been suppressed for too long, like a dragon under the thin crust. The scorching hot magma is boiling and clamoring all the time. Although it has been ignored, it does not mean that it does not exist.

Animality and sociality are like the two sides of light and dark.

However, for an abyssal dragon, animal nature will always triumph over social nature, darkness will always triumph over light, and instinct will always triumph over reason.

Shi An hated pain, but it soon ceased to be a problem.

The pain disappeared under the action of adrenaline, like a shadow in the midday sun, disappeared under the blazing sun, and was hidden in the deepest part.

The strange feeling is no longer strange.

Panic was replaced, and he softened into icy water.

As shadows came, vision was obscured, and the inability to see sharpened his other senses, and the raging waters overwhelmed him. The second wave is far more intense, terrifying, and unstoppable than the first wave.

So hot.

Still want more.

Dragons are not social.

Shi An's pupils were burning with red-golden flames. He raised his eyes and stared at the human beings in front of him.

The moonlight fell from the cracks above the head, flowing on the silver hair of the human beings. The bright silver light was like soft flowing water, shaking and shimmering with the movement.

The opponent's eyes were backlit, and the deep blue depths were also burning with flames.

Burning hot, blazing, with strong love, the extremely dangerous aggressiveness surged in the depths of the abyss, like a wild beast lurking in the abyss, eager to get its prey.

Human beings are animal.

They are two animals that are arranged by fate to fight each other, but they both deviate from the destined path. They should have been the same as their ancestors, accompanied by death and blood, glory and hatred.

However, at this moment, in the wilderness far away from the city, far away from human beings, and far away from order, there is no barrier between them, only hugs and kisses are left.

"Do you like it?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse.

Shi An first shook his head subconsciously, then nodded in a daze.

Yes.

like.

Really like.

The dragon instinctively moved towards the heat source.

The young man rubbed against the other's shoulder with his soft hair, his hoarse voice was like sticky sweet syrup, and he muttered nasally: "...I like it."

Mu Heng's Adam's apple rolled.

In the depths of the blue eyes, a dark flame started a prairie fire.

When the form was human, Shi An's physical fitness was very poor.

Although he could no longer lift his limbs and his body trembled intermittently, his instincts were not yet satisfied.

He wrapped the tip of his tail around the opponent's arm, and tremblingly said:

"More."

The boy raised his golden red vertical pupils, his eyes were half confused and half ignorant, but subconsciously chasing his own nature, facing danger Unaware:

"Yes, continue."