"Like it?"

Chapter 107

The chains around his ankles swayed slightly, glinting silver in the sunlight, looking more like ornaments than shackles.

Shimmering shimmering light swept across the eyes like a sharp snow-white blade slicing through the darkness.

In that moment, memories from before the coma flooded Shi An's mind like an open floodgate.

Forced to return to its true form in plain sight, Nearly erupted Rusty Volcano, Nearly developed Abyssal Rift ......

And the one rage that was almost uncontrollable.

And then what?

You seem to be a little out of it, so you passed out?

Shi An: ".................."

Wait a minute?

It's not right ......

Isn't there some very important plot point missing in the middle of this?

He stared blankly at his anklet, blinking slowly, his brain like a rusty hinge that creaked and squeaked as it turned.

This feels like ......

Obviously just started playing the game, a step carefully dozed off, and then opened his eyes to find the screen appeared on the blood red words GAME OVER.

Shi An reached out tentatively, grasped the silver chain around her ankle, and tugged.

The chains made a clanking sound of metal hitting metal, but they were extraordinarily strong, showing no signs of loosening at all.

Shi An frowned, his fingertips covered with a layer of hard, silver-white scales, looking sharp as if capable of slicing through gold and jade.

The intricate patterns engraved on the silver chain lit up slightly.

Shi An hissed and pulled her hand back.

He surveyed his fingertips in the sunlight.

There were no visible traumatic injuries, but the skin was slightly red in a small patch.

Obviously, this chain was specially built for the dragon, and was even able to inhibit his bloodline ability to a certain extent.

--Is it the Administration guys?

But ...... shouldn't?

As the leader of a team under the Dragon Slayer, shouldn't the first thing to do after discovering a dragon be to kill it while it's still weak?

Especially after seeing him in disguise, we shouldn't be worried about catching the wrong person.

Shi An is confused.

He blinked in bewilderment, when something seemed to occur to him, and reaching out, he carefully lifted the covers over himself and glanced inward.

"......"

Shi An had a look of unspoken complexity on her face.

One more question.

Why are you naked?

*

The abyssal rift closed.

The word "closed" doesn't seem to be very accurate; the most accurate descriptor would be "flattened".

In the past, even if the Eye of the Abyss disappeared, the ground would be left with an unbridgeable scar, but this time it was different, the crack disappeared completely, and in its place was a huge deep pit, with the heat around it not dissipating for several days.

But at least the abyssal species were cleaned up pretty well this time.

No information has been released from the top brass in Rossiter District as to why this disaster occurred.

But when the night was over, the raging fire that nearly burned the entire world to the ground could be seen even from thousands of meters away.

Some speculate that the government is experimenting with new weapons of destruction, others say that new unknown magical creatures have been discovered, and there are even some religious conspiracy theories that divide opinion.

Unlike the wild speculations of the folk, the existence of dragons was no longer a secret to the upper echelons of the districts.

So, they started to chase after the Administration for a statement.

On the lips, the crown is for the sake of the safety of the people of the districts, but in reality, they are each harboring their own evil intentions, and there is not a single district that does not want to get a piece of the pie in this matter, and even the upper echelons of the Irving District have also taken the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and get involved, hoping to be able to wring the whereabouts of the dragons from the Administration, or any relevant clues.

Where it had been hiding before.

Strong or not.

Can you kill.

There are no weaknesses ...... etc etc.

Administration's response was the same for each district.

--Don't know.

They're not lying.

It's also true that Administration executives don't know the answers to these questions.

They were even less aware that one of the most elite combat squads in the Administration had not only witnessed the incarnation of a dragon and learned about the identity of the dragon as a cover in human society.

In this case, Wen Yao respected the chief's decision and did not report it to the authorities.

Their men were all well-trained elites who knew exactly what to say and what not to say, and after so many years of fighting by Mu Hang's side, their mouths were also very tight.

After the battle at the crater, most of them were wounded, either slightly or severely, and were at the moment receiving full medical coverage from the Administration.

For them, the past few days have been a dream of absurdity.

No one thought that the original gentle and harmless looking teenager would actually be the legendary dragon.

This incident is comparable to a nuclear bomb//explosion, a bolt out of the blue, and to this day, thinking about it is so trance-inducing that one almost thinks it all exists only in one's own fantasies.

And there are only three people who know about ...... the fact that their leader is hiding a dragon.

Wen Yao, Zhuo Fu, and Mu Hang themselves.

On the matter of the dragon, Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao were on opposite sides of the fence, and although they argued several times, neither of them really convinced the other.

As for Mu Hang ......

No one knows what he's thinking.

Since the day of the crater, their chief has become more gregarious and unpredictable.

No one knows what Mu Hang was thinking when he realized Shi An was a dragon, and what kind of shocking waves lay beneath the seemingly calm exterior.

Why did he go forth to slay the dragon on his own, but why did he end up bringing the unconscious dragon back and what is he going to do next?

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu didn't know and didn't dare to ask.

Inside the lab.

Zhuo Fu was fully concentrating on analyzing a drop of dragon blood inside his test tube.

The blood droplets were round and full, scarlet and sticky, and there seemed to be hidden golden threads in them, with invisible magical power surging through them.

As he recorded something, he asked Mu Hang about the Mu Clan's canonization.

Mu Hang sat back and replied in a cold, succinct tone.

As he was doing so, he lowered his eyes and opened his own cell phone to look at it, and suddenly stood up.

Zhuo Fu was startled by his opponent's sudden movements:

"What, what's wrong?"

Mu Hang picked up the coat that was resting on the back of the chair.

His demeanor was still stoic and unreadable, but the depths of his blue eyes seemed to be surging with some invisible and dark undercurrent, and his voice was low, "He's awake."

Zhuo Fu froze for three seconds before realizing who Mu Hang was talking about, but by the time he reacted, the other party had already hurriedly walked out with big strides, and his long and straight back disappeared from his line of sight.

"......" Zhuo Fu sighed, lowered his head, and continued his research.

After a few seconds, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

...... Wait, how did Mu Hang know Shi An woke up so quickly?

Soon Zhuo Fu remembers the camera Mu Hang "commandeered" from him a few days ago, and his expression becomes a little more subtle.

While understandable, ......

It always feels a little sick, doesn't it?

*

When Mu Hang pushed the door open, Shi An was looking down at the shackles on her feet with a puzzled expression.

Clear sunlight poured through the window, silently coating the teenager's white back.

The neck was long and slender, the spine curved slightly into a supple, taut arc, the butterfly bones were well defined, sliding beneath the thin flesh, the spine deepened into a soft groove that ran gracefully downward until it was lost in the fabric.

The sunlight slid down like a stream of water and was held in the teenager's waistline.

Ding ding ding ding.

The chains rattled along with his movements, making a crisp, pleasant thumping sound.

Mu Hang takes a step forward.

Shi An jerked upright as if startled at the sound of footsteps and quickly craned her head in the direction from which the sound had come.

His pupils involuntarily shrank slightly.

...... Mu Hang?

Although she had already had a premonition in her heart, Shi An was still strangely shocked when she actually saw the other party.

The silver-haired man took a step forward, a pair of light blue eyes taking on a chilly texture that would melt in the sunlight, looking ghostly and icy as they fell silently, heavily, on Shi An's body.

He takes a step forward, and Shi An subconsciously moves back an inch.

By the time Mu Hang stood in front of the bed, Shi An's back was against the wall, and there was no way back.

Mu Hang leaned down and touched his fingertips to the silver chain bolted to the foot of the bed.

His long eyelashes lowered, hiding the color of his eyes.

But I don't know why, but Shi An just thought of Mu Hang, who was holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, his pupils narrowed like the tips of needles, and his eyes cold and terrifying, amidst the smoke and volcanic ash.

He subconsciously swallowed.

As a dragon, he had really rarely been afraid of anything, but now ......

Shi An is a bit of a wimp.

Rather than fear, ......

There seemed to be an unknown emotion whirling under the other's eyes that made Shi An instinctively feel uneasy.

"Do you like it?" Mu Hang asked in a calm voice.

Shi An blinked, not realizing that the other would be the first to ask that question.

Shouldn't we be asking things like "I can't believe you're a dragon" or "I can't believe you lied to me"?

He accidentally wandered off for a short while.

But Mu Hang doesn't seem to care.

He reached out and gripped the chain with his fingertips, the clash of metal ringing out in the dead silence of the room, sounding like a controlled nervous tension.

"There aren't many things in this world that can lock up a dragon."

Mu Hang slowly and methodically wrapped the chain around his palm in a circle.

"Most of them are in the Mu family."

Shi An could feel the long chains under the covers being tightened little by little, and the tugging at her ankles gradually increased.

He subconsciously shrank backward, but behind him was a hard wall.

At that moment, he seemed to realize something and stammered, "This, where is this place?"

Mu Hang: "My house."

He calmly raised his eyes, a pair of extremely cold and ghostly eyes wordlessly locking onto the teenager not far away:

"The old Mu family house, to be precise."

Shi An stayed for two seconds.

As this was happening, the chains were being pulled to their end, and Shi An was startled to feel herself being yanked outward by a strong force.

He panicked and tried to escape, but his slender ankles were gripped in the man's hot, dry palms, easily dragging him along.

Mu Hang held the teenager's bare feet in one hand while leaning down without slowing down.

His silver hair was icy cold, sliding down like a flowing fountain and landing on Shi An's body, stirring a little ominous shiver:

"I hear you like silver."

The man's finger bones were long and slender, his palm burning, his fingertips slow and sliding between the teenager's ankles and chains, kneading and stroking absently.

His movements brought up the crisp clang of metal chains clashing:

"Like it?"