Mu Hang's eyes narrowed, "In heat?"

Chapter 111

The young man's innocent and seemingly unintentional words were like a hammer blow to Mu Hang's heart.

His breath hitched.

In that instant, the sounds and images not far away seemed to be distanced, fading into distant white noise.

In a quiet hum, only the sound of his heartbeat was so violent, so clear, so urgent.

The young man raised his eyes, and a floating layer of light rippled in the depths of his eyes.

Mu Hang's throat twitched, and he suddenly raised his hand, covering Shi An's eyes without warning.

Shi An froze.

He felt his eyes darken, and the heat of a human palm fell clear across his face, harshly obscuring his vision:

"Eh?"

In a darkness, the other man's suppressed, low voice came to his ears:

"Don't you look at me like that."

Shi An: "?"

What?

There was a slight dark hoarseness in the man's voice, as if he were restraining some raging and intense emotion:

"Don't you say things like that to me."

Shi An blinks, her soft lashes sweeping inside the other's palm, a little confused.

He recalled it carefully for a few seconds.

But ...... he himself didn't seem to say anything just now.

It was clear that there was a chaotic darkness in front of her, but Shi An seemed to be able to feel the heat in the other's sight.

He stammered a little:

"What, what's wrong?"

The other mumbled:

"I won't be able to help wanting to kiss you."

Shi An: "?!"

The next second, there was a clear heat on his lips.

Soft and dry, burning hot, as gentle as a feather, but with a presence too strong to ignore.

Perhaps tainted by human body heat, Shi An felt her face begin to roll as well, like a pot of boiling water, and her head seemed to grow dizzy.

It was as if his own feet were on a soft cloud, and human warmth and scent rolled around him properly.

It was still pitch black, giving him a half-dreamy, half-awake feeling of dizziness.

The next second, the other hot and wet tongue licked in.

It seems to be full of endless destruction and outbursts of love, but it is always restrained at the last moment when it hurts him, and becomes gentle and fiery, as if wrapped in endless intense emotions, pouring down on Shi An in an overwhelming manner.

It was like being deep in a sheer ocean, unable to breathe, irresistible.

A low, hoarse voice rang in his ears with a bit of paranoia and frenzy that bordered on the extreme:

"Now that you've stayed, you're not allowed to back out."

Under the kiss, the teenager's eyelashes fluttered slightly and a little tear was forced out of the corner of his eye. (It was really just a kiss!!! Did nothing! Straight up pulling the lights ah help!!!! What's there to lock!)

But, but I wasn't going to back out either.

Shi An replied in her head as she was swooning from the kiss.

*

The continent is in turmoil, stirred up because of the dragon.

And the mood was low with the pagans.

The plan to awaken the abyssal dragons and destroy the continent through the noble fantasy species failed.

Not only did they now suffer over half casualties, the dragon treasures they had been accumulating before were all confiscated by the Administration, and now their personnel and financial resources were in a crisis not seen in hundreds of years.

And even the advocates who have been pushing this program are nowhere to be found.

No one knows his name, no one has ever seen what he looks like, and no one knows exactly how many years he has lived.

However, he was always the most determined and fervent promoter of the Dragon Project, plus he was the strongest, whether it was the accumulation of spells or spell formations that was unfathomable, he was the one who had developed the entire organization to its current size, and it was also he who had brought connections, resources, and wealth to the organization.

For so many years, the entire organization has been subservient to his leadership, never second-guessing it, never questioning it.

However, their plan failed.

The gargoyle clearly had no intention of working with them, and now had disappeared once again, with no one having seen it.

And the whereabouts of their leader is still unknown.

Based on the catastrophic level explosion that destroyed the entire Abyssal Rift, the odds are that there's no way to survive.

So what should they do next?

In a somber atmosphere, one of the black-robed men slowly stepped forward and said in a cold and sarcastic tone, "To be honest, I never thought summoning a giant dragon was a good idea."

The four of them sucked in a breath of cold air.

However, the black-robed man did not shy away from this and continued:

"That's right, gargoyles are indeed powerful and noble fantasy species, but that's what makes them the least controllable, they're so arrogant that even if they could be summoned, they'd have a hard time following our commands."

He had previously made his views known implicitly, but no one had ever been willing to listen.

But not anymore.

The only one who could get in his way disappeared.

He was finally able to preach his ideas with abandon.

The rest of them fell silent at the same time.

Obviously, the current development fits the description of the other side.

"It should also be clear to everyone why our continent has become what it is now."

The black-robed man looked around the circle and slowly said, "The abyss and the continent were originally one, but they were forcibly separated, and the fantasy species that had once occupied the entire continent was nowhere to be found, and all of this stemmed from a conspiracy that mankind had been planning for thousands of years! ...... Our purpose is to use death to wash away the sins of mankind, so that the continent to restore purity, so that the whole world is reborn."

It was at this time that another man in black hesitantly spoke up, "But ...... how are we supposed to complete the plan now that the dragon has disappeared?"

The man said slowly:

"Our former chief was too obsessed with the means, believing that the debt humanity owed to the fantasy species had to be collected by the fantasy species itself, but in reality ...... the means don't matter as long as the end can be achieved."

"You mean ......."

"That's right." The man nodded slowly, "Alternate plan."

In an unnoticed corner of the entire continent, a new abyssal rift opened up, but no abyssal species poured out of it.

Only a purple-black mist slowly escaped from it.

The depths of the jungle resounded with the frantic hissing and roaring of the demons.

*

Without realizing it, Shi An was dazed and pinned to the ground.

The soft carpet dragged softly down his spine.

The man's strong, slender arms were braced on either side of him, holding him prisoner in a confined area.

His lips and tongue were hot and gentle, invading with great patience to occupy every inch of the teenager's mouth.

Mu Hang's long, bony palms still held Shi An's ankles.

Ding ding ding ding.

The crisp sound of silver chains clashing rang out.

He touched the other man's warm skin, the slender ankle bone, with his fingertips until he rubbed the small sliver of flesh reddened before he slowly, little by little, slid it upward.

Fine white calves, knees, slender thighs.

The next second, a cold, alien touch on his wrist seemed to stop him.

Mu Hang stops in his tracks.

He lowered his head to the tip of his tail curled around his wrist.

It was a very beautiful large tail, silvery white, thick at the top and pointy at the bottom, with fine scales that shimmered in the light with a metallic sheen, cold and hard to the touch.

At the moment, the tail was wrapped tightly around his wrist, the tip of the tail shivering softly and involuntarily.

Mu Hang froze.

In that instant, it was like a white bolt of lightning streaking across the darkened sky, illuminating what had once been vague and broken details.

In the cave, the image of the depths of sleep.

A whimper escaped the reddened teenager at the end of his eyes, a small prayer for him to let go of his tail.

Ghostly, Mu Hang backhanded the dragon's tail wrapped around his wrist.

He leaned down and pressed his hot lips close, giving a slow, gentle lick along the scales and the gaps between them.

"Ah!"

Shi An shivered and subconsciously screamed.

Mu Hang breathing heavily.

However, in the next second, he felt his hands empty.

Before he could catch his breath, the teenager who had been obediently lying in his arms just a moment ago suddenly transformed back into a palm-sized Little dragon, fluttered his wings, and panicked as he flew out from underneath his body, swooping headfirst straight into the bottom of the bed.

Mu Hang: "......"

It took him two seconds to respond, and he looked down into his palm.

The palm was empty, the large silver-white tail had disappeared, but the temperature and touch remaining in the palm was still clear and distinct.

Mu Hang took a deep breath, and it took a long time to force down the desire in his heart.

Immediately afterward, he stood up and walked over to the bed and crouched down, then looked down and inward.

Only the palm-sized silver-white Little dragon was seen huddled tightly at the far end of the darkness.

It had curled itself firmly into a ball, its paws clasped around the tip of its tail, and its beautiful golden-red vertical pupils were watery and moist, and at the moment were watching Mu Hang, who was crouching by the bedside, with extra vigilance.

Mu Hang probed, softly coaxing:

"Come on out, it's cold down there."

"No." Little dragon scrunched herself a little tighter and balked, "You're not touching my tail!"

Mu Hang said in a calm, upright voice, "You said I could touch."

Shi An froze, before reacting to what the other was saying.

He was angry and anxious, "You, you're not just touching again!"

"So ...... it's okay to just touch?" Mu Hang asked.

Shi An: "......"

It always feels like something is wrong, but it seems hard to refute.

After racking her brain for a few seconds, Shi An still hadn't figured it out.

He gave up thinking and turned to accusing, "It's not even if you took advantage of me during my heat before, but now you're doing this!"

Mu Hang's eyes narrowed, "In heat?"

"That eyeball was right, you humans are all so mean!"

Little dragon said furiously.

Just after she said that, Shi An froze for a moment.

Eh? Eyeballs?

Yeah! Where did those three demons go!

He was having such a comfortable time during this time that he was almost forgetting about his three heels completely!

Well, not almost.

Is already forgotten.

The moment she thought of those three demons, Shi An immediately remembered her bag full of treasures.

Crap, crap!

It was his life!

He thought for a moment and looked to Mu Hang, who was crouching by the bed, and whispered:

"I'll get out if you promise me one thing."

Finally, after promising to return the bag that belonged to him, a Little Silver Dragon that had been cowering under the bed only then cautiously got out from under the bed.

The other party seemed to be wary as well, and at the moment was dead set against changing back into human form.

Mu Hang was sitting on the floor with Little dragon, who had been so hard to coax out, on his knee.

The TV in front of me was still playing, but it was nearing the end of the credits.

Shi An blinks lostly and commiserates:

"You caused me to miss an episode."

Mu Hang: "I'll wait with you for the replay."

Shi An was happy again as he waved his tail, "Yeah!"

"Speaking of which ......"

Mu Hang stroked Little dragon's spine nonchalantly, inquiring in a seemingly careless manner:

"Did you just mention estrus?"