I'm all yours

Chapter 127

Ever since Mu Hang disappeared along with the dragon, the whole Administration has been in a strange stalemate.

The Administration did not want to see such a state of subjection to the enemy, but as their strongest force and their greatest supporter was now in an uncertain attitude, they had no choice but to wait in such an awkward state of affairs.

Zhuo Fu hunkered down inside the institute, keeping an eye on the fluctuation reports coming back from all over the continent.

After just a day and a half, the abnormal fluctuations in the Central District, which had been in the red, had miraculously disappeared.

Unlike the rest of the Administration, he wasn't worried about Mu Hang at all.

Zhuo Fu now sort of sees it.

This one probably can't wait to be snatched up by a dragon.

He'd be happy to be a dragon's trophy or something.

He rolled his eyes.

Inside the Director's office.

The Director of Administration sat in front of his desk, with a sullen face, staring fixedly at the thick pile of information in front of him.

He very much disliked the situation they were in.

It is too dangerous to place the safety of mankind and all its hopes on an overpowered, unconstrained non-character species .......

He had tried to contact Mu Hang to discuss what to do, but after that call ended, all the other party's location signals were cut off and disappeared.

Obviously, the road is completely blocked.

He took a deep, weary breath, raised his hand, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

It was at this moment that his personal assistant came over, leaned down close to him, and whispered something in his ear.

"What?" The Director was shocked.

His brow furrowed, he pondered for a few seconds before finally making up his mind, "Put the signal in."

The assistant nodded.

Soon, an unfamiliar face appeared on the screen.

Half of his face was flat, devoid of any distinguishing features, and looked very ordinary, except for a pair of thin eyes with a hostile look.

But the other half of his face had several ugly scars across it, which seemed to have been left not long ago, and in the light they glowed an ugly flesh-pink color, and he looked as bad as if he had not yet recovered from a serious injury.

"Hello, I've heard a lot about you."

He smiled slightly, "My name is Xu Feng, the current leader of the mercenary group.

I believe we have the same enemies and goals now."

The Administrator's heart tightened, but his face did not show it at all.

His face was like a complete, hard marble statue, the angles of his eyebrows, eyes, and nose were flat and hard, like the embodiment of willpower, and no trace of any emotional fluctuation could be seen at all from his face:

"How?"

"Let's be clear."

Xu Feng jutted his chin up and said slowly and restrainedly, "Dragon."

"Dragons have become an unspoken open secret amongst those of us who are anything but civilians now, haven't they?

However, I don't think most humans realize how difficult this monster is to deal with.

It's been too long since any fantasy species have appeared on our continent, causing us all to forget the fear our ancestors once endured."

He pointed to the scar on his face, "See, this is what comes with being gullible."

The Director of Administration said slowly, "Oh?"

He narrowed his eyes, "It seems you've already had a brief encounter with a dragon, how did it feel?"

Xu Feng's expression sank slightly.

He let out a fake laugh, "Being alive, that's the best possible ending, isn't it?"

Though Xu Feng's face seems to be light and breezy, his heart is actually dripping with hatred.

Apart from him, no one knew exactly how great the losses were - the mercenary organization that he had created with half of his life's efforts was almost half wiped out, the financial chain was broken, manpower was in short supply, the people under his command were full of grievances, and there were voices of discontent in all directions, and the organization system that had originally been spread across the entire continent was only left in its present form, and they could only cower in the remaining bases that had not been cleared. They can only hunker down in the remaining bases that have not been purged, waiting for the wind to pass.

This was the first time in Xu Feng's entire life.

The Director of Administration's eyes fell on top of the other's face, and he nodded his head in approval:

"Apparently, yes."

After taking on the legendary dragon, being able to leave a life behind and even having the resources and ability to negotiate with Administration had already side-stepped the strength of the other party.

He asked, his fingertips facing each other:

"So, what do you propose for our common enemy?"

Xu Feng had completely recovered his earlier cloudy demeanor:

"I know how to send that dragon back to the Abyss."

The Director of Administration subconsciously straightened his spine.

Xu Feng added as he slowly pulled out a smile:

"Or rather, I know who can."

The Administrator narrowed his eyes, "I'd like to hear about it."

"Of course it's the one who summoned it to this continent in the first place." Xu Feng smiled slightly.

Behind him appeared a man in a death lock.

The black robe he wore was torn and tattered, his straggly white hair had lost its luster, and his face was scrunched and ugly.

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The young man was already half-dragonized, with silvery-white scales faintly emerging from his skin, his eyes golden-red, his back winged, and his long dragon's tail curled helplessly above the man's arm.

In his case, inhuman and human qualities intertwined in an eerie and beautiful way.

How beautiful.

Mu Hang's kisses fell on the other's half-hidden eyelashes, and the golden russet vertical pupils were shrouded in a layer of vapor, as if they were jewels drenched in the color of water.

The dragon's wings closed and stretched.

They grow from Shi An's shoulder blades.

The membranes of the wings are cold and hard, the bones underneath are light but strong enough to hold up the dragon's body in the air, yet light enough to be lifted by a gust of wind, with sharp bone spurs protruding from the exterior, bringing out the powerful and warlike nature of the dragon race.

However, at this moment, the pair of dragon wings were trembling in Mu Hang's palm.

Like dying, trying to break free from a trap, the tips of the wings shivered slightly, and the scales at the ends of the wings had almost completely fused with human skin, the delicate, soft, silvery-white surface flushed with a pinkish color.

They're in a cave now.

This was the very same cave that had collapsed in half earlier, but at the moment it had been magically restored and secured again by Mu Hang, and was almost completely restored to its previous appearance - except for the fact that the entrance was deadlocked.

Daylight fell between the cracks in the rock overhead, spilling over the teenager's body.

I don't know if it was because of the scales, or something else far away, but it was like he was glowing.

Mu Hang has faithfully kept his promise.

-- "Continue what you didn't do last time."

His back was against the rock face, his coat spread out on the ground, while Shi An himself sat on his lap, limply leaning into his arms.

Almost a perfect replica of the last complete one to one.

Only this time Mu Hang was not only unharmed, but also sane and with a sound memory.

More importantly ......

This time there were no three ill-timed demons to stir things up, and there would never again be any magical potions that could stop what happened next.

Mu Hang smiled.

Shi An is not entirely sure of his situation, but as a fantasy species, he has a keen sense of danger.

Instinct dripped deep in his consciousness, but the strength in his limbs seemed to be withdrawn from his body, and body and soul were split apart like gears with imprecise bites that clicked and twisted in a daze.

He feels ......

It's like falling into the deep sea yourself.

Everything around him pressed in, and it was as if the body were boiling inside and outside at the same time; there was darkness everywhere, and no direction could be detected by stretching out a hand, and in every direction there were dark currents of obscurity.

It was light on his feet, as if he were falling.

The intense weightlessness was very disconcerting to Shi An.

Obviously he will fly ...... why will he still continue to fall down?

Chaos in the head.

Like being squeezed between two of the most extreme environments.

On one side was the dry, cold, air wrapped in the scent of lingering snow, and on the other side was the hot, sizzling body heat of a human being, as if it were trying to melt him, firmly imprisoning him.

It's so weird.

Shi An couldn't help but start sobbing.

He blinked, his eyes foggy and blurry and half-open, tears slipping from his dark, wet lashes with every shiver, all of them kissed away delicately by burning lips before they fell.

It was at this moment that the man's low, husky voice came to his ears:

"Is it hard?"

Shi An nodded.

"Tell me where it's hard."

Shi An shook his head vigorously.

The other man's fingers burned, and they were rough and nimble with thin calluses from holding a sword for a long time.

"Is it here?"

The man's voice was pressed with a dark, muffled tone, "...... or here."

The body of the teenager in his arms bounced violently, his white body like a taut bowstring, and a fine sweat oozed from his skin, "No... no..."

He was mute as more tears trickled down his face, pushing against the other man's shoulder with his palm:

"You let go!"

Out of expectation, the other obeyed easily, "Good."

Mu Hang lowered his eyes, soft kisses landing on the other man's hot, wet eyelids, sucking away more of the tears that had slipped down:

"Did you forget?"

"I'm all yours."

The human spoke in a respectful tone - if one ignored his movements that firmly imprisoned the other's waist.

"Your booty."

"--your princess."

A deep dark color brewed in the bottom of Mu Hang's eyes, like the sky before a storm.

But his voice was extremely soft, all the aggression perfectly hidden from view, not showing any trace of it, slowly, gently and softly coaxing:

"You can give me orders."

"Anything."

Mu Hang made no move and waited patiently.

The teenager arched his back, the side effects of being suppressed for too long erupting with a devastating effect that was unspeakable.

His bit his lip, his lower lip tortured into a soft, luscious red, like a crushed flower petal that oozed a light red, sweet juice at the slightest touch.

The brain is rapidly, step by step, becoming confused.

Sensible parts are being invaded, and instincts are gradually winning out.

He struggled.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The man reached out and pressed his warm fingers against Shi An's lower lip, gently pressing his fingertips under the tip of the other man's teeth to stop him from continuing to bite, freeing his tortured lower lip.

"Can I help you?"

Mu Hang kissed the other's earlobe, hissing his voice with warm breath drilling into the teen's cochlea, causing a shudder to run through the other:

"Good girl, say it."

"Want me to do what?"

The teenager's lashes fluttered twice, and it was with a confused, half-struggling effort that he raised his eyes at the other man's enticement.

He opened his mouth, his voice muffled beyond recognition, with a thin sobbing tone:

"Help ...... help me."

Mu Hang smiled silently.

He leaned down and pecked the tears from the corner of the teenager's eyes, "Good boy."