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Chapter 128

"What?"

Looking at the person on the other side of the screen, the Administration Director was slightly stunned.

"You heard right, he's the very human who summoned the abyssal dragon from the abyss to the continent, he was already breathing his last when we found him, but it's really lucky that he didn't get burned to death directly by the dragon flames, and obviously a bit luckier than me."

Xu Feng showed a fake smile, the scars on his face wriggled slightly because of this action, making it look even uglier.

"Still, at least we know a lot of interesting things."

He pulled out a book and put it on the table.

The book was extremely thick, with a dark red title page, and the paper inside was made from the skin of a magical creature after a special treatment.

"Remember that earlier attack that took place in the Ability Academy? It was him who planned it in order to snatch this out."

The Administrator narrowed his eyes, "You mean ......"

"That's right, this is where it is written how to return the dragon to where it once was." Xu Feng pressed his hand against the back cover of the book, staring fixedly at the face of the Director of Administration across the screen:

"I know that you would prefer to kill the dragon than to send it away - after all, the research behind it represents immeasurable value - and, of course, I thought the same thing at first, just for a different purpose than you did."

--They're in it for the monetary value of the dragon.

The Administrator nodded, "Indeed."

He said, "But ...... this brings up a new question, since you all want the dragon just as much, why have you now changed your mind and want to send the dragon away from the continent?"

Mercenaries have never been unprofitable, and they can understand chasing after the Dragon Director, but now ......

Xu Feng : "We naturally have our own reasons."

The scar on his face twitched, revealing a smile that looked somewhat vague and uncertain.

In fact, after the last encounter, Xu Feng was now clear that humans did not have the strength to slay dragons.

Not to mention them, not even Mu Hang himself.

Instead of slaying dragons, it's more like sending them to their deaths.

So Xu Feng decides to settle for the next best thing - although they can't kill the dragon, they now have the dragon's treasure in their hands.

These treasures were numerous, and every piece of jewelry was worth a fortune.

But as long as the dragon is around, Xu Feng will not dare to use the wealth.

So he decided to work with Administration to get the dragon off the continent.

As long as they utilized this wealth, he believed that they could return to their original size, and possibly even grow to a pinnacle that they hadn't even thought of before.

Xu Feng : "After I have paid the price for my arrogance, I hope you will make the right choice - what about slaying dragons without Mu Hang's support and still with an unsatisfied heart ......

Or is it better to work with us to eliminate the consequences in a simpler, easier way."

The screen went black.

The Director of Administration sat in his seat and gazed longingly at the blacked-out screen in front of him.

He wordlessly scrutinized his face reflected in the black screen and fell into a long contemplation.

Finally, after I don't know how long, he took a deep breath and looked up.

The Administrator called in his assistant and instructed him:

"Another all-high-level meeting ...... Zhuo Fu doesn't need to know about this."

Zhuo Fu and Mu Hang were too close, and Mu Hang's own attitude was really unpredictable.

More importantly, it is difficult to control the Institute's side, and the Secretary for Administration is not prepared to take such a risk.

"What about the Combat Section side?" The assistant asked.

Although Mu Hang left during this time, the work of the Combat Section did not cease and has been replaced by his adjutant.

Administration pondered for a long time and said, "Let Wen Yao come."

Though she was a beloved member of Mu Hang's faction, this matter could not have been accomplished without the Combat Section.

During this period of time, the Administrator had also gotten to know this Combat Section Adjutant - she was strict and serious, always had the big picture in mind, handled things in accordance with the regulations, and had always taken a clear stance on the handling of incidents concerning magical creatures and fae.

Plus ...... Wen Yao After all, Wen Yao is of civilian origin and is much better controlled than Zhuo Fu.

Even if the other party refused to cooperate, he had a remedy.

Not to mention ......

To remove the disturbing factors from human society in advance and restore order and peace to the entire continent, for an Administration member who was worried about the safety of civilians, what reason did she have to refuse?

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Technically speaking, the word "help" is not new to Shi An.

There have been human kingdoms that have offered all the jewels in their treasury to ask for his help in repelling enemy attacks, and there have been mermaid kings who have offered national treasures just to beg for his help in destroying volcanoes that are about to erupt.

But Shi An rarely needs help with anything.

He's a dragon.

The world's only remaining abyssal dragon, as well as the most ancient and rare dragon of legend.

After all, Shi An is powerful, powerful enough to do whatever she wants.

And also too lazy to even sleep in a cave for 10,000 years, unconcerned about what's happening in the outside world.

After being forcibly summoned to the continent, Shi An realized for the first time the feeling of being "weak".

The first time you need to walk on your feet, the first time you need to hide your identity, the first time you need to regain your strength ......

First time I was forced to ask for help ......

It shouldn't be a big deal?

But as it turns out, he was dead wrong.

The teenager's knuckle bones twisted spasmodically, slightly white from over exertion, and the outline of silvery-white scales loomed over his pale body, like some sort of sinister and exaggerated totem, burned a pretty pink color by the heat.

He clenched his teeth, his eyelashes filling with tears.

But ......

The backlash from forced suppression is just too much.

Hot lava was rushing, setting every inch of bone on fire.

Sweat oozed out, the slightest excessive touch pushed the limits of what could be accepted, scales twisted and clacked under the strong force, the intense shock of over-sensitization almost comparable to the pain, a sensation so unfamiliar and intense that it almost overwhelmed the dragon.

There was a thumping in her ears, a rapid succession of heartbeats so loud that Shi An couldn't think at all.

Having said that, it was actually within acceptable limits at first.

After all, Shi An has been there before.

But soon, things were different.

The light overhead was chaotic, wavering and diffusing in a haze of uncertainty.

It seemed as if everything was moving away from his ears, everything but the other person's body heat was becoming blurry and distant.

It was like sinking in the depths of the ocean, surrounded by salty seawater, with no solidity underfoot, and no point of gravity other than the other side.

Bewildered, overwhelmed, filled with wavering, stupefying points of light.

Mu Hang grasped the silver-white dragon's tail in his wet palm and stroked it lovingly.

Hard scales, so sharp that they almost pinched a little, but the tips were slim and soft, almost endearing to him.

"You know what? There's actually something else about ......."

He said.

Shi An's face was hot and burning, her dark hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, tears were slipping uncontrollably from her eyes, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

He couldn't remember if he had nodded at the time.

To be precise ...... Shi An still can t remember how he responded at the time.

As an Abyssal Dragon with almost no natural enemies, Shi An's scales were indestructible and no weapon could truly injure him, so pain was extremely foreign to him.

After becoming human, Shi An doesn't like to be hurt or in pain.

However, pain and injuries always seemed unavoidable due to the loss of the strong defense they had when they were dragons.

But there's Mu Hang.

He never lets Shi An feel pain.

......

Mu Hang was very patient.

He ran his warm dry palms over and over along the teen's spine in a soothing manner, the other man with his soft skinned skin and light bones, like some sort of bird gathered in the palm of his hand.

Good, sweet, and pitiful.

"Good girl, it doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

Soon, a pink haze spread across the soft, silvery-white scales, and the large dragon's tail probed against his own will.

Mu Hang hung his head, and his silver hair lost its restraints and flowed down like running water, accompanying the movement to gather the teenager in it, as if a river of molten silver were meandering.

Overhead were broken rocks, and dim daylight fell through the cracks in the stones.

The narrow cavern was crisscrossed with light and shadows, divided into broken and blurred blocks of color.

The teenager reached out and clutched Mu Hang's long hair in his fingers, letting the silvery water flow from his own fingertips.

He was forceful but light, as if he had lost the energy to struggle, and in the next second was covered by the man's long, bony palms, which wrapped around him with ease.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

Shi An couldn't say anything but shake her head.

The man leaned down, letting the shadows envelop the two, the intense aggression and possessiveness in a pair of azure eyes finally no longer hidden, the heavy dark shadows poking out silently, like a dark river flowing in an abyss:

"Silver, isn't it?"

Silver.

Shiny silver.

Like streams of mercury, streams of moonlight, shimmering noiselessly, as if invisible bonds, ponderous webs, loomed down thickly, converging in the shadows into the shape of destiny.

Shi An was momentarily swayed, and he subconsciously probed his hand to catch a lock of the other's silver hair hanging down.

Hair flowed between her fingers, a halo of light reflected in her eyes.

"Say it."

Mu Hang held the back of the teenager's slightly cool neck in his palm and leaned in to whisper in the other's ear:

"I'll do as I'm told."

You're lying!

Shi An sobbed.

You didn't even listen to all my previous requests!

The meaning of time has disappeared and its passage can only be perceived in the flow of light and shadow.

The dark sky could be vaguely glimpsed between the shattered rocky peaks overhead, and at some point, night had fallen, the darkness so indiscriminately consuming everything.

And the clothes laid out below were already all wet, whether from tears or sweat.

After the first wave had passed, Shi An felt her sanity finally coming back to her.

"Enough is enough ......"

Shi An's voice was hoarse with a sob, "I don't want your help ever again ......"

He struggled to shrink away into the distance.

But the next second, the tail was gripped in a searing palm and dragged back.

Shi An was startled and subconsciously turned her head, looking behind her.

"It's a little late."

Mu Hang's eyes were sunken and dark, like raging, vast oceans in which silent danger rolled.

"Now that's a favor I'm not done with."

His voice was still gentle:

"So let's do it again, shall we?"