Who's the Princess?

Chapter 120

Mu Hang's breath caught.

The chest rose and fell with an instantly irregular frequency.

The mouth of his heart seemed to be gently scratched by an extremely soft feather, itchy and restless, a strange impulse in his heart rapidly expanding, making his heart beat fast.

The heartbeat was overpowering, making him desperate to do something a little bit worse.

Kissing each other fiercely until neither could breathe, so hard that they could taste blood between their lips and tongues, leaving those eyes stained with tears, powerless to be entered until they cried and gasped and begged him to stop.

He lowered his eyes to Little dragon, who lay in his lap, and gritted his teeth with some fury.

I don't know why, the other person always makes him in two extreme states of repeated wandering, torn, both want to give vent to the raging desire, without fear of bullying him, let him cry tears, but also can not help but want to satisfy the other person's all the requirements, and even want to give him all their own, just for a fleeting smile.

It's really too bad.

As time passed, Mu Hang could clearly feel his paranoid possessiveness growing in the depths of his chest, like a poison that invaded his muscles, plunging him deeper and deeper into it every day, until he was too sick to quit.

At that moment, Mu Hang's communicator suddenly rang.

The sound of "drip, drip, drip" broke the sticky, stagnant air in an instant.

Mu Hang took a deep breath and forced himself to look away before he actually did something.

He lowered his eyes and put the phone through.

Wen Yao's voice came from the other side of the communicator.

The signal seemed to be jammed, and Wen Yao's muffled voice and sharp gasps could be heard between the buzzing of electricity:

"...... Sir ...... here ...... Demon ...... requesting backup! "

The next second, the signal was cut off.

Mu Hang gave a start, then wrinkled his nose.

Wen Yao's strength was not bad, and he could handle most of the dangers comfortably, what's more, with his understanding of Wen Yao, unless he really encountered a very perilous situation, he would not be able to call him for help.

Soon, he pulls up the last location of the mission Wen Yao went on.

That's the misty jungle where the Central District meets the Avon District.

In Zhuo Fu's report, this area ranked among the top few in terms of abnormal values of magic fluctuations, meaning that the degree of alienation was extremely high.

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Misty Jungle.

The forest was sky-high, thick branches and vines covered the entire sky completely, not a single ray of light could penetrate in, and the entire jungle was shrouded in an uncomfortable and depressing fog.

The fog was so thick and sticky that everything looked like it was submerged in thick white slurry, and at best, you could only see the blurry shadows of trees in the distance, like open-mouthed demonic creatures.

Wen Yao lowered his head and pressed the communicator in his hand hard with his fingertips.

The water mist condensed on the screen, on the keyboard, gathering into droplets that spilled out from between the cracks, dripping down between her fingers and dripping onto the floor.

"Shit." She wrinkled her brow in a curse and tossed the piece of comm away that had turned to scrap metal.

The demons in this misty jungle were much tougher than she had expected.

Fiercer, crazier, and more numerous.

While this is true, it is not impossible to deal with.

What Wen Yao did not expect was that the greatest threat to his mission was actually the Misty Jungle itself.

It was clearly not supposed to be the season and time for fog, but the jungle was strewn with fog that seemed to be alive, intelligent, and aggressive, making it almost difficult for them to move.

After several battles, she was separated from the squad under her command.

The locator was useless in this fog entwined with magic, the way forward was lost, the way back was all but impossible, she had been completely trapped in this sunless fog.

As time passes, Wen Yao feels dizzy.

A hot stream of water poured from her nose.

She subconsciously reached up and wiped it away, her fingertips scarlet.

...... nosebleeds?

Wen Yao looked at the blood on his hands in disbelief and had a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.

At that moment, the magic detector hanging on her waist emitted a "drip drip drip" alarm sound, which became intermittent and even a bit distorted because it was on the verge of malfunctioning.

Wen Yao was startled and immediately looked up toward the front.

Only to see in that thick white fog, suddenly swept through a huge shadow, outside wrapped in a layer of mauve mist, in an instant disappeared in that blanket of fog.

The woman narrowed her eyes slowly, gripping the gun in her hand as she chased after the shadow in the direction it had swung.

Outside the Misty Jungle.

Mu Hang frowned slightly as he looked at the large area shrouded in a maze in front of him.

Although he had been here on more than one mission, such a strange situation was something he had never seen before.

Shi An crouched over his shoulder and cocked her head, "It's a little weird."

"What's wrong?"

"This mist ......"

Shi An flapped her wings and flew off in the direction of the jungle.

As the silver-white Little dragon approached, the sticky, thick fog seemed to lean inward as if it had a life, and in an instant a small, narrow and empty area was vacated.

Mu Hang obviously didn't expect to see this phenomenon either.

"So it is."

Shi An nodded sagely and fluttered her wings back onto Mu Hang's shoulder:

"The mist in this jungle is not a natural mist, but a magic la."

Mu Hang gave a start and raised his eyes towards the jungle in front of him.

Misty Jungle why the fog does not disperse all year round, and has a slight magic fluctuation, this has been an unsolved mystery for human beings, some people speculate that this is the topography of the magnetic field caused by the aggregation of phenomena, and some people speculate that it is some kind of magical creature release and create, but both of these claims do not have too much corroboration.

Is the mist ...... itself a demon?

"This kind of demonic creature has no intelligence, no attack power, and its size is very, very small, even if it breathes in, it's nothing, it's similar to a microorganism."

Shi An thoughtfully added:

"But it may be different now, they're becoming a lot more aggressive than I remember."

It also seems to have evolved a certain level of intelligence, and Shi An isn't sure what would happen if it were breathed into human lungs at this time.

Mu Hang understood what he meant, and his expression could not help but be slightly grave.

These microbe-like magical creatures have always been a weak area for human research, and to make matters worse, they can't be decapitated with weapons and can only be defended with magical isolation.

It seemed he needed to find the people trapped in the misty jungle as soon as possible.

One person and one dragon headed inside the misty jungle.

Mu Hang had wanted to release his magic power to cover him and Shi An.

But before he could do anything about it, the fog around them dispersed as if it were alive in a direction away from them, leaving a small zone of clear air as if it were covered in an invisible ball.

The silver-white Little dragon puffed out her chest slightly, proudly:

"Don't worry, follow me, they won't dare come near."

Mu Hang hooked his lips and smiled, his originally cold and solemn brows softened.

He lifted his hand and rubbed his fingertips against the other man's chin in cupped agreement:

"Awesome."

"Of course!"

Little dragon squints his golden russet eyes in enjoyment and raises his head slightly.

Mu Hang thought of the spider that had knelt down to Shi An earlier in the Dark Mountains and opened his mouth to ask:

"Are all the demons afraid of you?"

"Pretty much, but the higher the intelligence, the closer to the Abyssal species the more demons fear me, so I get really tired of pretending to be human!"

Shi An leaned her head against Mu Hang's hand and grumbled:

"I have to keep my aura under wraps all the time, or the demons will run away as soon as they see me, which is really troublesome ......"

Mu Hang couldn't help but smile, "It was really hard on you."

Shi An: "So are you going to go in and find Wen Yao now?"

Mu Hang nodded, "Right."

"That's too slow."

Shi An leaps from Mu Hang's shoulders.

His figure turned bigger in an instant, turning from a palm-sized handmade dragon to a huge Silver Dragon with its wings spread out nearly ten meters.

The giant dragon slightly lowered its head and gazed at the human in front of it with those golden ruddy vertical pupils that seemed to be set on fire.

The powerful aura that belonged solely to the predator spread out.

Shi An: "Anyway, just bring the person out, right?"

Mu Hang was stunned, "You're going to ......"

"It's going to be a little faster."

The gargoyle pondered for two seconds, and rightfully so:

"And you're a human who belongs to me, isn't it normal for me to do you a favor?"

After saying that, the dragon unfolded its wings, and powerful air currents surged, lifting its body and disappearing into the air,

Mu Hang stood still, somewhat stunned.

What Shi An said just now ...... made him suddenly realize something.

Some fragments of what had been passed through the depths of his mind.

Shi An's reaction to seeing him for the first time, the sudden "compliment" on his looks, Zhuo Fu's "speculation", the accidental rescue in the Avon district, and the vague glimpse of the dragon's back that disappeared when he woke up and was just out of reach.

What's more, during the accident at the Academy, after the encounter, the dragon could have killed him, but instead of doing so, it took him to the cave and even started to "breed" him in a fuss--

Everything that had ever happened seemed to connect.

Mu Hang: "......"

The silver-haired man raised his eyes, his pupils shrinking slightly as a look of shock swept across the bottom of his cold, azure eyes.

He looked in the direction where the dragon had disappeared for a long time.

Wait ......

So ......

Turns out the ...... princess was actually myself ？？？？