What… Is This Dragon Doing? (2)
Mu Heng felt like he had fallen into a profound, distant dream.
This dream was broken and chaotic like a déjà vu.
In front of his eyes was bottomless darkness.
The young man leaned over and pressed against his ear, his fair arms silently wrapping around his shoulders.
His eyes were dark, his waist was slender, and his lips were cold and soft.
His arms twisted a little tighter.
Mu Heng heard his bones cackling.
The darkness around him was as deep as a mire, pulling him down toward the depths of the abyss.
Mu Heng woke up before he fell.
He snapped open his eyes.
The air that suddenly rushed into his chest was cold and dry as if thousands of small knives were cutting at his throat, bringing a sharp stinging sensation.
Mu Heng coughed as his memory returned and his mind flashed back to the last scene he saw before he passed out.
Darkness, howling gales, the approaching dragon, the tail curled around his waist.
He steadied his breathing, raised his eyes, and surveyed the place he was now in.
This was an enormous cave, empty and cold. The rock showed a strange brown-black like being melted and then solidified again, with an irregular circular hole at the head. Cold light spilled in from outside, vaguely illuminating the scene inside the cave.
Mu Heng instantly realized that he had been taken back to the dragon’s lair.
Could this be the dragon’s hiding place all along?
Mu Heng frowned.
He had seen a dragon massacre. Slaying humans was as indifferent to the dragon as stepping on ants beneath his feet
… Why didn’t the dragon kill him?
Mu Heng did not know the answer and did not need to know the answer.
He only knew that not killing him immediately this time would be the dragon’s biggest mistake.
Mu Heng took a deep breath, his thoughts involuntarily drifted to Shi An’s body and his mind, which had been tense, finally had a moment of relief.
Since the dragon was here, it could not have the opportunity to lay hands on Shi An again.
Although he was temporarily in prison, there would be no more threats to Shi An’s existence, at least in the entire Ability Academy.
The abyssal rift was small before it disappeared and the demons that escaped from it weren’t enough to be feared with Shi An’s strength.
Mu Heng closed his eyes.
However, he was still desperate to leave even so.
The young man's face swept past before his eyes, dark eyes, smiling lips, wholeheartedly trusting eyes.
It had been long since they had last seen each other, so long that Mu Heng instinctively felt annoyed and displeased.
Although he told himself that this time it was on campus and there were still Bureau personnel stationed there, Shi An would not have an accident…
But…
Mu Heng did not want to experience the thing happening last time in the Aiwen District.
He opened his eyes.
The bottom of his eyes was cold and dark like an unfathomable abyss.
Mu Heng held his vaguely painful chest and carefully examined his wounds, a few broken displaced ribs, deep bone visible claw marks on his shoulder, severe but not fatal.
Mu Heng spread his hand, his fingertips void of anything.
The magically condensed sword did not appear in his palm. After all, having seen his sword break twice, Mu Heng had been aware that general weapons would not be able to slay the dragon.
That sword.
Only that sword could tear the dragon's impenetrable scale armor, cut open its chest, and pluck out the hot and bloody heart.
Mu Heng raised his eyes and looked at the narrow patch of sky above his head.
Before the dragon returns, he must leave here.
However, after taking a step, Mu Heng sensed something was wrong.
He raised his hand and slowly pressed his palm into the void.
An invisible magic barrier blocked his way.
Was this… made by the dragon?
Mu Heng was stunned.
But, at that moment, the sound of regular wings beating came from the air above his head.
The wind was swept up and roared between the rock walls with a shrill sound. In the next second, he heard a loud boom, a shadow covered the hole overhead, and the whole mountain seemed to tremble.
The dragon grabbed the edge of the rock wall with its sharp and terrifying claws and pieces of shattered rock fell in fragments, crashing at the bottom of the cave, emitting a hollow reverberation.
Mu Heng looked up.
Only to see the silver-white dragon land at the cave entrance.
It lowered its head, golden-red vertical pupils like blazing fire, with an intense invisible sense of oppression, silently looking toward the human who was there all by itself in the cave’s depths.
In that instant, Mu Heng felt a strange shudder climb up his spine.
It wasn’t fear.
It was as if the blood all over his body was churning and boiling. Every cell in his body was yearning to bathe in the other’s blood and watch the other side howl miserably.
It was as if the pull of fate was at work in the invisible. The desire to kill whispered in the ears.
The words Shi An once described swept through his mind.
Mu Heng slowly narrowed his eyes and the killing intent under his eyes became more intense.
In the next second, he saw the dragon that had landed at the top of the cave take a step backward and the shadow cast on the ground disappeared.
Mu Heng: “…”
Before he could react to what had happened, the shadow reappeared and began to descend.
Mu Heng reflexively stepped backward.
He jerked his head up and his pupils suddenly constricted.
–The next second, he saw a large handful of golden hay floating down from the top of his head.
Mu Heng could not dodge in time and was sprinkled all over.
He stiffened. “…”
Immediately afterward, more hay fell with a clatter, like a strange downpour, flooding in a flash and covering the entire cave.
Soon, the rain finally stopped when the hay was piled up to where Mu Heng’s calves were.
Shadows covered the cave entrance overhead once again.
The giant dragon flapped its wings and elegantly and lightly fell through the hole overhead.
The hay at the bottom of the cave was swept up by the strong air currents, flying wildly in the narrow, semi-enclosed space.
The dragon bent down and surveyed the straw-covered cave in front of him with a dignified gaze.
Immediately afterward, it poked out its claws, cautiously grabbed a bundle of hay, then carefully placed the grass on a relatively thinner area, making the entire cave even.
The giant dragon happily grabbed the hay below with its claws, then comfortably curled itself in.
Mu Heng: “…”
He gazed at the scene before him silently as if he had turned into a statue that could not speak or move.
— except that his shoulders and hair were covered with crumbs of hay.
This dragon…
What is it doing?
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