"We're not going to be silenced, are we?"

Chapter 109

Mu Hang: "......"

The direction this was going was something he couldn't have imagined in any way.

He lowered his head, looked at Little dragon lying on his lap, and after a pause, reached out his hand with some hesitation.

The dragon's spine was cool and smooth, its tiny scales glistening with a silvery luster in the sunlight, like some kind of precious jade to the touch.

Mu Hang follows the scales from the dragon's head to the tip of its tail.

One second, one second.

The temperature of the human's palm burned, warming over the spine.

Little dragon stomped his hind paws comfortably, his body slowly spread out, and the whole dragon softly plopped down on his lap.

It even rolled over extra obediently so that the other could touch his belly.

Mu Hang: "............"

He tentatively tickled the dragon's belly with his fingertips.

The scales in this area are much softer than those on the spine, carrying a cool pliability.

"Ow, ow ow ow."

Little dragon squinted, rolled lazily, and made a happy gurgling sound deep in his throat.

Mu Hang: "........................ "

I do not know why, for several consecutive days in his heart precipitation spread pitch-black silt and silent burning black flames like a sudden quiet a bit, he felt a rare ......

Pleasant.

On second thought, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and ordered a chocolate barfi.

Super-sized portions.

*

The existence of dragons is finally no longer a secret.

Right now, the entire continent is in disarray.

The Administration not only had to consult, negotiate, and transfer power to the governors of the various districts, and blockade the news to prevent panic among the civilians, but it also had to release all the sentries to search for the dragons throughout the continent.

Meanwhile, all the scholarly towers across the continent began to meet in emergency session, trying to find any hint of dragons in those dusty piles of paper.

Prior to this change of heart, only Mu Hang and a handful of executives in Administration knew about it.

And now, almost all department heads know about it.

The first person they thought of was Mu Hang.

Mu Hang is not only the number one strongest among humans, but also the only bloodline of the famous dragon slaying family. No one knows how many ancient books about dragons there are in the library inside the Mu Family's main mansion, and whether or not there are any spells or props capable of injuring dragons, all they know is that if anyone is able to solve this crisis about dragons, it's none other than him.

Whether it's Detection, Logistics, Data, or even Theory, they're all frantically trying to get in touch with Mu Hang.

However, for three whole days, there was no news from Mu Hang, it was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

If we can't reach Mu Hang, we'll have to contact his deputy, Wen Yao.

Wen Yao is disturbed by the frequent ringing of his communicator.

But Wen Yao knows how easy-going his chief is, and as long as he doesn't want to be found by anyone, he won't answer the phone, no matter how high-level it is.

After much thought, Wen Yao could only find Zhuo Fu.

"Have you heard from the Chief in the last few days?" She asked, opening the door.

Zhuo Fu The white coat on his body looks like it hasn't been changed in a few days, and it looks wrinkled.

He shrugged, "No."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, "Really?"

"Aigoo my aunt, what am I lying to you about this for?"

Zhuo Fu scratches at his messy hair, and his eyes are so black and blue that he looks like he's been punched in each eye socket.

"I'm not going to lie, I'd like to contact you officers as well."

"You remember that sample of Dragon Flame we seized from the mercenaries earlier, don't you?"

Wen Yao nodded his head.

Zhuo Fu slapped the test tube and the information in front of Wen Yao, "In the past few days, I did research on that drop of dragon blood, and the composition of the magic power contained within is almost completely different."

He wiped his face and said, "But what the hell is going on I'm not sure, the samples are just too small, and your officer is not cooperating at all, refusing to give me any samples at all!"

Zhuo Fu looked at Wen Yao like a savior and pleaded:

"Please, persuade your officers, just give me another drop!"

Wen Yao: "......"

She really didn't understand what Mu Hang was trying to do now.

He doesn't seem ready to slay the dragon or hand it over, let alone allow Zhuo Fu to do research on it.

Is it simply that you want to keep it?

Wen Yao pondered for a few seconds, "When was the last time you saw Officer Mu?"

Zhuo Fu froze, as if the memories of the previous days this slowly awakened.

"Oh ...... like three days ago, when, like, the dragon woke up?"

"The dragon has awakened?" Wen Yao's expression became grave.

This is a big deal.

Not only does the back of a dragon represent uncontrollable power and danger, but it has now also become the object of all the forces on this continent who tend to be in the way.

It's literally a living bomb//powder keg.

No one knows when it will explode, if it will be ignited externally or if it will go out of control internally.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhuo Fu rubbed the back of his head, his voice fading, "I forgot."

Wen Yao made a snap decision and stood up violently, "Go."

"Huh? Where to go?" Zhuo Fu looked stupidly at the other's back.

Wen Yao's voice came from the front, "Mu family."

*

On the first day, Shi An played games all day.

It had been far too long since he had played a game.

To be precise, it hadn't been touched since the accident at the Ability Academy.

Though fond of treasure, Shi An has little concept of such things as money, which, being either paper or a virtual number, means nothing to a dragon.

And the Toki family gives a very stingy living expenses, basically only enough to maintain the daily expenses.

Shi An used to borrow game consoles from Lin Yanming.

Shi An's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the latest, complete, top-of-the-line console in front of her:

"This, these are for me?"

Mu Hang lowered his eyes, tickled Little dragon's chin with his fingertips, and gave a shallow 'hmm'.

"You're so sweet." Little Silver Dragon tears up.

Mu Hang: "......"

His eyes lingered on Little dragon's for a split second before he averted his gaze as if nothing had happened, "Hmm."

Shi An still needs clothes.

It took no more than a couple of hours from the time it was selected, ordered, and delivered to your home.

Shi An happily flew over to the box and tore it open with a clawed, scrubbing tear.

Inside, gold, colorful, and incredibly flashy fabrics showed through, glinting brightly in the light and dazzling the dragon.

He'd had his eye on these clothes for a long time, but old Butler would never let him buy them.

Ignorant humans!

I can't believe I'm looking down on his aesthetics!

He turned into a teenager in front of Mu Hang and dressed without a care in the world, completely oblivious to the deepening color of the man's eyes behind him.

After changing her clothes, Shi An spun around in front of Mu Hang, her eyes shining brightly as she asked with great anticipation:

"Is it good?"

The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes, his dark, sullen eyes falling on the teenager not far away, the knot in his throat moving, his voice gentle and slightly hoarse:

"Uh-huh."

Shi An tucked her tail happily, "Right!"

He knew it! His own favorite human aesthetic was also of the highest order!

After a long day of sitting intently in front of the screen, the addicted dragon was finally caught by Mu Hang, who couldn't look away.

However, the sadness of the forced interruption of playtime was quickly replaced by the joy of dinner delivery.

With no longer having to go to great lengths to hide his identity as a dragon, Shi An can finally let his appetite for food go.

After wolfing down a full five-person meal, Shi An followed up her meal with an oversized serving of ice cream delivered from a top dessert store.

Satisfied and very happy.

The silver-white Little dragon collapsed onto Mu Hang's lap, grunting as he asked him to rub his belly.

Mu Hang didn't refuse.

The next day, Shi An began to resent her bed for not being luxurious enough.

He rubbed his head against Mu Hang's palm, pathetically rounding a pair of golden-red vertical pupils, gazing tearfully at his current owner and complaining about the lack of comfort in his current living environment.

Mu Hang: "......"

That afternoon, a new bed was brought in.

Crafted in solid gold and rimmed with glowing jewels and gemstones, it looks beautiful and dazzling.

Little Silver Dragon was very happy.

After several rolls in his new bed, he fluttered his wings and flew in front of Mu Hang, habitually reaching over to kiss the human's warm, soft, thin lips:

"You're so nice!"

The touch on his lips was strangely cold and fleeting.

Mu Hang was stunned and his eyes widened slightly.

Soon the touch disappeared.

Shi An flew to her new bed and buried her head in it.

Gazing at Little dragon's back, Mu Hang paused and slowly raised his hand, touching his lips lightly.

They were scales belonging to a foreign race, as if they were as cold and sharp as snakes.

The tall man's eyelashes were slightly lowered, his silver-white lashes hiding the complex color of the bottom of his eyes.

That night, Mu Hang kept his promise and slept with Shi An in his arms.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a nightmare.

It was as if there was something heavy pressing on his chest, leaving Mu Hang breathless.

When he finally broke out of his dark and dreary dream, he lifted the covers and lowered his eyes toward his chest.

Under the covers, Little Silver Dragon curled herself into a ball and pressed herself against his chest without a care in the world.

The pointed, thin tail circled back, resting on the tips of his paws, and his head was buried in his wings, sleeping soundly, his spine rising and falling together in a small purr.

Mu Hang: "......"

He hesitated and reached out, touching the Shi An pressed against his chest.

Little dragon grunted in his sleep, slightly opened a pair of golden ruddy vertical pupils, looked at Mu Hang sleepily, then as if he recognized the other party, changed his position, rubbed the human's warm and soft palm lovingly, and once again fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Hang pursed his lips tightly, the complex and doubtful look under his eyes finally surfaced under the cover of the night.

What is happening now ...... was not what he had planned.

But why does he feel so ......

Pleasant and calm?

*

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu soon arrived at the main residence of the Mu family.

The mansion in front of him was huge and ancient, carrying a kind of might possessed by a lineage that had been inherited for ten thousand years, making people instinctively feel intimidated and shocked.

Zhuo Fu was a little put off.

He swallowed hard and tugged on Wen Yao's sleeve, "Hey, why don't we just do it?"

"Let's, we're not going to see any torture chambers or anything like that if we go in there now, are we?"

Thinking of Mu Hang's icy face that made him feel creeped out when he was leaving a few days ago, as well as the perverted actions that the other party might have made, Zhuo Fu couldn't help but shrink his neck, and couldn't help but begin to babble, "What if, what if Officer Mu was actually preparing to find a private space to torture his lover who had cheated on him properly? "

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked:

"We're not going to be silenced, are we?"

Wen Yao coldly glared at him and stepped forward.

She was ready to be turned away.

But, to my surprise, at that moment, the magic authentication system at the door emitted a blue light and swept the two from top to bottom, then the door slowly opened and said in a mechanical voice:

"Ms. Wen Yao, Mr. Zhuo Fu, please come in."

"......"

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu glanced at each other and saw the same disbelief in each other's eyes.

They took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Mu Hang doesn't like human contact, and there aren't any human servants in the Mu family's main mansion, only magical dolls powered by magic and machinery.

A magic puppet came along and guided the two inward.

No one stopped me along the way.

Soon they saw Mu Hang.

The midday sun poured down overhead, filling the atrium with light golden daylight.

The cold-faced man's silver hair, unbound, flowed like water over his broad shoulders and shone brightly in the sunlight.

He hung his eyes and read an ancient book in his hand.

A palm-sized Little Silver Dragon plopped into his lap, lazily basking in the sun with its tail wagging.

Seeing someone coming, Mu Hang's hand stops stroking it.

Little dragon gave him a not-so-gentle swat with his tail and grunted softly:

"Go on."

Wen Yao: "......"

Zhuo Fu: "......"

...... Ah?