Have You Seen the Dragon’s Human Form? (2)
The power and resources required for this were beyond the reach of a bastard son with no background like Shi Rui.
The borrowed power was so powerful, dangerous, and addictive to him.
Even though he knew that working with such a mysterious power was like working with a tiger, Shi Rui could not help but take the initiative to seek cooperation again and again.
He was not concerned, nor did he want to be involved with what the other side wanted.
Like a demon, he only wanted to see the person constantly in his way disappear.
Shi Rui lifted his hand and wiped his face, an intense malice growing under his eyes.
He clenched his teeth and said hoarsely, “This time, Shi An must die.”
The man on the other side seemed to smile, and his voice, obscured by the voice changer, carried a hint of highly subtle emotion. “Naturally.”
He cut off the visual communication.
Behind him was a vast room, shrouded in darkness, with only a faint glow in the center of the room, where a bright red totem was etched into the floor as though it were a spell written in blood.
Dark figures in the same attire could be seen standing a short distance away in the darkness that enveloped the room.
“Has he agreed to it?”
“Naturally.”
“Everything has been prepared.”
A low murmur resounded on all sides of the room in unison as if it were the ramblings of extreme fervor.
“My lord dragon, come again to exterminate the world.”
***
For the next few days, Mu Heng seemed so busy that Shi An never saw the other man again.
However, Shi An wondered if Mu Heng had said something to the school authorities as he no longer had to go to class with the regular students. The school gates, which wouldn’t let anyone come and go as they pleased, were now open to him, allowing him to either rest in the dormitory or return to the small villa he had been living in.
Moreover, the private cafeteria, which had previously been reserved for Mu Heng’s use, was also open to Shi An alone, so he could eat whatever he wanted.
But apparently, Mu Heng had also spoken to the person in charge.
No matter how much Shi An asked, he was only given one cup of ice cream a day and no more.
During this time, apart from helping Principal Pei translate ancient books, the rest of the time was free for Shi An to allocate.
Inside the studio.
Shi An slumped on the desk, eyes listlessly staring at the stacks of old papers stacked in front of him, and yawned tiredly.
Old Principal Pei pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked over from above the frames of his glasses with his old, wise eyes.
“Tired?”
Shi An shook his head. “Still okay…”
Although the recent progress of the translation no longer contained the strange content that made the dragon uncomfortable, there had been nothing worthy either.
Old Principal Pei put the translation down and said kindly, “You’ve done enough work today. You can go back if you want.”
Immediately afterward, he seemed to think of something and added, “Oh, right. Chief Mu will send someone to fetch you later.”
Shi An: “???”
He blinked and asked, “For what?”
Old Principal Pei squinted at Shi An and gave a mysterious smile. “That is a matter between you, young people.”
Shi An: “…?”
He didn’t know if it was just him, but he always felt that the words sounded a little strange.
Soon, Shi An was sent to the Mu family’s training ground.
Zhuo Fu was waiting there.
His testing machine was ready and the training program for Shi An was already out.
Shi An entered the training ground and tried it out.
Although he was not using his dragon flame, even so, Shi An could keenly feel that his absorption of the various magical powers of the previous abyssal species was progressing faster.
Sure enough. It wasn’t his illusion last time. It was indeed working!
After the first round, Shi An stretched his back and prepared to go outside the venue to take a break.
As he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar figure waiting at the edge of the field.
Shi An: “!!!”
It was unexpectedly Mu Heng, whom he hadn’t seen for days!
The man was tall and slender, his pitch-black jacket almost blending into the darkness behind him.
His eyes were deep and his silver hair was sparkling.
“How do you feel?” Mu Heng asked.
The tip of Shi An’s nose was covered in a tiny bit of shiny sweat and his eyes squinted slightly as he nodded and smiled unrestrainedly. “Very good!”
He sat down on a chair as Mu Heng handed over a glass of water.
Shi An took it naturally, holding the cup and sipping it.
He raised his eyes to Mu Heng and asked, “Did you guys have any clues about the dragon recently?”
Mu Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze skimming over the young man’s moist lips.
“Not yet.”
The man’s voice was calm and impassive, seemingly continuing with the topic casually. “Why? Do you like dragons that much?”
At that moment, Shi An remembered the advice Black Smoke had given him and immediately brightened up.
If there were one thing that a dragon slayer hated, it would be dragons!
After all, dragons were enemies to him!
Shi An thought seriously and said, “Of course!”
Mu Heng’s eyes were deep, like a vast ocean with no boundaries. “Oh?”
Shi An nodded and began to rack his brain to recall the adjectives that the Eye had used earlier. “The dragon is… mighty, majestic, and enchanting. When he is in dragon form, the sun isn’t as brilliant as him. When he is in human form…”
The more Shi An spoke, the more he stammered and flushed his face.
Although dragons were arrogant, narcissistic creatures… that Eye’s wording was too corny!
It was okay when it came out of its mouth.
When he said it himself… i-it was too shameful!
Mu Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the other man’s reddened cheeks.
The young man’s skin was fair and the scarlet color became more conspicuous as if it was a ripe fruit that could ooze out sweet juice when pinched.
His voice was extremely calm. “Have you seen the dragon’s human form?”
“What does he look like?”
The fastest way to make a man hate himself was to praise his enemy!
Shi An thought for two seconds and said firmly, “Very tall and handsome.”
Mu Heng’s eyes were dark and inscrutable, without joy or anger.
His voice was soft like a breeze sweeping by, with no audible fluctuation of emotion.
“… Is that so?”
