Damn, why does it feel like this dragon is having a better time than he is?

Chapter 110

Mu Hang lowered his eyes calmly, and continued his movements with good humor.

From end to end, not too gently, not too quickly, stroking the scales one at a time as they went.

Little dragon grunted twice, flopping limply in his arms, one pair of golden russet eyes half-squinted, his tail wagging with a lash, and looking so good he was ascending to the heavens.

Wen Yao: "......"

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Can't read it anymore, really.

The two of them were like pillars in the sun, unable to move in or out.

At that moment, in the shadows behind them, the two puppets came gliding noiselessly with their chairs pushed against them, placed themselves silently behind Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu, and then left quietly.

Mu Hang inverted the ancient book in his hand on the table, "Sit."

The two humans sat down.

"What is it that you want from me?" Mu Hang asked slowly.

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu fell silent:

"......"

Well, that's a good question.

Finally, after a few seconds, Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and looked over at the silvery-white Little dragon on Mu Hang's lap, holding his breath slightly, as if afraid of waking something up, and breaking the silence with a careful tone:

"This, this is the ...... dragon?"

Although he already knew the answer in his mind, Zhuo Fu couldn't help but double-check.

This Little Silver Dragon is as cute as a handmade doll, lying in the arms of a human. ......

The same bio-nuke//bomb that leveled an entire abyssal rift the other night?

Mu Hang curled his knuckles slightly and tickled the dragon's chin, and Little Silver Dragon raised his neck happily, resting his head in the other man's hand.

He gave a quiet "hmm".

The voice was a softness he didn't realize he had.

"...... time, Shi An?" Zhuo Fu confirmed with redoubled caution.

Shi An twisted her head towards the direction where the voice came from, and a pair of golden-red pupils belonging to a dragon type glittered in the sunlight, as beautiful and cruel as flames.

Even under the hot sun, Zhuo Fu shivered and felt the urge to step back.

His mind subconsciously flashed back to that day.

Hell fire like angry burning pupils, the destructive force of the dragon flames rushing, the horrible heat in front of the pouncing.

"Hi."

The palm-sized dragon wiggled the tip of its tail in friendly greeting.

Zhuo Fu: "......"

...... There really is something wrong, isn't there?

While Zhuo Fu was doubting his life, Wen Yao never said a word.

She watched the man and dragon in front of her with extreme caution, her eyes slightly narrowed and her body maintained a tense state, always ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Wen Yao looked to Mu Hang and spoke slowly:

"Sir, lately Administration has been trying to get in touch with you, what's next for you?"

Mu Hang tapped the spine of the book with his fingertips:

"Wait."

And so on?

Waiting for what?

The two people in front of them both froze and subconsciously glanced at each other, simultaneously seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

Mu Hang stroked the dragon's spine nonchalantly and said, "I'll leave the outside matters to you lately, and remember to report any abnormalities at any time."

As he was speaking, the dragon in his arms seemed to suddenly think of something and jerked its head up:

"Ouch!"

Wen Yao was shaken and subconsciously reached for his waist.

"It's time!"

Only to hear Shi An let out a cry of alarm, hastily breaking away from Mu Hang's palm, fluttering her wings, quickly flying towards the room, and then plunging headlong into it and never coming out again.

Wen Yao's face is a bit stiff.

She paused and withdrew her hand.

Zhuo Fu twisted his head to look in the direction where Long Fei had gone in, a bit confused about the current situation:

"This, this is ......"

Mu Hang scanned down his wristwatch and faded:

"The show he's following is updated."

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Damn, why does it feel like this dragon is having a better time than he is?

He wants to catch up on the show in broad daylight too!!!!

Wen Yao looked deeply at the place where the dragon disappeared and exhaled:

"Sir, you know I respect your decision."

The serious female adjutant wrinkled her brow as she looked towards Mu Hang, finally struggling to voice out the question she had long pent up in her mind:

"But on the subject of dragons, I don't understand exactly what you-"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was gently interrupted by Mu Hang:

"It's okay."

Wen Yao's heart shook and he hung his head under the other's gaze.

"The dragon is in my sole charge."

The silver-haired man's voice was calm, but it carried a strong sense of oppression:

"You don't have to worry about the rest."

Wen Yao : "...... Yes."

Next, Zhuo Fu gave Mu Hang a brief report on the latest achievements in the lab.

He handed the report to Mu Hang and said, "The magical component of Shi An's blood sample is completely different from that sample of dragon flame we once captured from the mercenaries, and the molecular structure doesn't match up with any of the known dragons in the databank."

Mu Hang: "You mean?"

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and shook his head, "I can't say, there's so little known information now-"

Unexpectedly, he did not request a sample from Mu Hang this time.

Zhuo Fu paused, raised his hand and rubbed his messy hair irritably, then looked at Mu Hang as if he had made up his mind : "Right, that ...... remember to say thank you to Shi An for me."

Mu Hang raises an eyebrow, "Huh?"

Zhuo Fu's face showed a rare seriousness, "Thank him for being willing to save me that day."

*

After the two left, Mu Hang swept the report in his hand a few times and left it on the table.

He picked up the ancient book he had just read and turned toward the room.

Inside the room, Shi An has regained her human form.

He was draped in a loose shirt, sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet, a pale face illuminated by the shifting light, and was staring intently at the huge television screen not far away.

This room is completely different than it was three days ago.

The newest game console, the biggest TV screen, the fanciest bed, the softest cushions - for some reason, anything Shi An asked for, he could never refuse.

Before you know it, the room is stuffed to the brim and extremely lived in.

Mu Hang sat down next to Shi An.

Shi An's eyes were still glued to the TV, but her body leaned over as if she had no bones and naturally fell into the man's arms.

Ding ding ding ding.

The silver chains on his ankles rattled crisply.

Mu Hang's eyes fell on the teenager's slender, white ankles as he reached out and absently stroked the top of Shi An's soft hair as he asked, "I haven't asked yet, what kind of dragon are you?"

Shi An lifted her dark, thick eyelashes, her eyes filled with shifting light:

"Guess?"

"Guess not."

Somewhat disappointed, Shi An protested, "You didn't even guess!"

He rolled over in Mu Hang's arms.

The neckline opened up with the movement, revealing a small half of a soft, bare chest.

However, in the next second, crimson flames ignited from the bottom of his eyes, and his pitch-black eyes were replaced by golden-red vertical pupils, which seemed to have been ignited since the beginning of time, ancient and primitive, with a kind of barbaric power that made one's breath stop.

"Fire Dragon, Silver Dragon, Black Dragon, Rock Dragon."

The teenager's voice was as usual, but at the moment it seemed extremely distant, "None of them are anywhere near as powerful as me."

It was as if there was a magic in his pupils that could suck people in.

In that instant, Mu Hang felt as if he had been transported back millions of years to that dark and horrible continent.

Above the lifeless wilderness, the dragons soar overhead.

"I am an Abyssal Dragon."

And the strongest and most beautiful of the creations leaned down to meet his gaze:

"Men have called me the conqueror of skies and oceans, the destroyer of flames and fear; from the abyss to the continents, all that can be covered by shadows is my territory, and all that burns is my slave."

Its whispers echoed across the continent as if it were a whistling, reverberating gale.

Or maybe it's some kind of spell from the distant past that carries a powerful force beyond human comprehension.

"That's pretty much it."

The teenager blinked, the flames burning under his eyes extinguishing to a clear, innocent black.

He yawned and said in a lazy voice:

"But that was ages ago."

Shi An thought about it and grumbled:

"The continent was so boring back then, far worse than now, and there wasn't anything too good to eat."

It's not like now, with TVs and video games and snacks and ice cream.

As annoying as some of the humans in this world are, it's still better than the boring and dark years of old.

Mu Hang is only now coming back from the vision he just had.

His chest rose and fell irregularly for a split second, a surge of unpredictable emotions undulating underneath his azure eyes.

In the past few days, apart from accompanying Shi An, he had been reading the ancient books within the Mu family's library non-stop.

--about the Mu family, about the dragon.

Even so, the name Abyssal Dragon was still very foreign to him.

There are only a few mentions in a few extremely ancient texts, but the subsequent labeling is basically "unknown" and "unknown".

This was a strong bloodline whose legacy had been severed in ancient times.

Even in the era when the Mu Clan was active, they had never encountered any of the Abyssal Gargoyles.

Mu Hang took a deep breath, hiding the complexity in his eyes as he leaned down and probed for the chains around the teenager's ankles, caressing them gently with his burning fingertips.

The chain is crafted by alchemy and can be made to a length and weight determined by the owner.

In order to minimize obstruction to Shi An's movement, the Mu Hang was kept at its lightest mass and longest length, allowing unrestricted access throughout the compound.

Even though Mu Hang had been doing everything Shi An asked him to do in the past few days, he would not hesitate to refuse if Shi An wanted to unlock the chains.

Although Shi An says he likes the way things are, deep down, Mu Hang doesn't believe it.

He didn't believe a dragon would voluntarily stay by his side.

But, except for the first day when Shi An asked, it was never mentioned again.

Mu Hang finally knows why.

He asked softly:

"This won't lock you up, will it?"

It might be effective against fire dragons, rock dragons, or other kinds of dragons.

But the abyssal dragon ......

The chains are nothing more than toys.

Mu Hang heard a mocking snort resound in his own mind, as if mocking his naivety and arrogance.

Shi An seemed completely oblivious to the complex emotions of the human in front of her.

He scratched his head, embarrassed, "My magic will be limited a bit, and I'll get burned a bit if I show my intent to attack, but it's not impossible to force myself to break free if I want to."

Mu Hang heard his voice tighten, "...... You don't want to go?"

"Don't want to." Shi An shook her head without hesitation, "And ......"

Mu Hang stared at him intently, "And?"

Shi An shifted her foot, making a clanking sound as the glittering silver chains glinted around the room, "Forcing it free will break it."

Mu Hang was stunned.

He heard his heart beating so violently and unbelievably loud that he couldn't think straight.

The teen tilted his head, eyes clear and pure in the shifting shimmer behind him.

He asked in a clean voice with a wink:

"But it's your gift to me."