Favors of the Abyss

Chapter 130

Regret.

Now is the time to really regret it.

Shi An was paralyzed on the hotel bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He'd forgotten how he'd gotten back here yesterday.

Probably brought back by Mu Hang.

Today was definitely the darkest day since he became human.

After the adrenaline wore off, what was left seemed like never-ending exhaustion and ......

Pain.

Not the sharp stabbing pain of an injury, this pain is much more prolonged and lasting.

The slightest movement of a finger tugged at a muscle, and all the sinews and flesh of his body wailed with overload.

The memories from before were just too broken and confusing, the struggles and embraces between light and shadow, the searing gasps and whimpers, there was a limit to the pleasure that the senses could take, and the desire that was so powerful that it could almost overwhelm a person almost made him feel panic and fear.

At first you refuse, then you start to ask ......

-That's when things started to get out of hand.

"......"

Shi An slowly closes her eyes, sadly not remembering anymore.

...... so sorry.

Really just so sorry.

Those three demons are right, humans are really such a mean and shameless race ...... and really good at lying!

It was at this moment that there came the sound of the door being pushed open.

Shi An subconsciously shivered, and instinctively changed back to his Little dragon form.

But the movement was too much, and he couldn't help but wail, snapping and planting himself on the bed, shakily forcing out a little physiological tear.

Mu Hang's heart tightened and he hurriedly stepped forward quickly.

On the large bed, a small bulge protruded from under the quilt, and half of Little Silver Dragon's tail was exposed before it had a chance to retract.

He wanted to laugh a little at the same time as he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Hang set the tray aside on the nightstand, took a seat on the edge of the bed, then probed and poked at the tip of the small, silver-white tail.

The tip of his tail quivered for a moment before he was yanked back under the covers as fast as he could.

Again there was a thin "ow" from the drum kit, and Mu Hang laughed:

"Awake?"

"......"

There was no reply from the quilt.

"Does it still hurt?"

"......"

The quilt remained quiet.

"Hungry?" Mu Hang continues to patiently throw out a third question.

The small bulge moved, and immediately after, Little Silver Dragon cautiously poked out half of its head, a pair of golden-red vertical pupils of watery hazel, vigilantly looking towards the human in front of it.

"You liar." He charged.

Mu Hang raised his eyebrows, "Where did I lie to you?"

"You, you said ...... what you said would follow all my instructions ......"

Little Silver Dragon was getting more and more aggravated:

"All my requests will be complied with ......"

Mu Hang nodded calmly, "Yeah."

He leaned down slightly, lifting his hand to pull the silver hair that was in the way behind his ear, his blue eyes slightly downcast and pleasant, his thin lips lifting slightly into a smile, "I did everything I was told didn't I?"

Shi An: "......"

Ugh!

you

You're clearly being selective in what you do! Is this the way all things should treat their masters!

"Come out and eat."

Mu Hang gave a chuckle, his voice gentle, "Your rut is not over yet, you need to replenish your strength."

The small bulge under the covers stirred, and came the muffled voice of a teenager:

"It's over."

Mu Hang raises an eyebrow:

"But as I recall, according to that manual, the more powerful and ancient a dragon's bloodline is, the more difficult and longer the rutting period is to get through ......"

Shi An: "......"

Damn, that trashy book!

He gritted his teeth, "Anyway, I don't want your help even if it's not over!"

Mu Hang: "Is it uncomfortable?"

He lowered his eyes and brought a bit of confusion into his low voice, "But I remember yesterday ......"

"It's okay!" Shi An felt his scales burn again, and he jerked his head toward the covers, sharply interrupting the other man's not-yet-off-the-cuff words.

Mu Hang, with a smile in his eyes, obediently shut his mouth.

"......"

Shi An was silent for a long time, then replied in a small voice, "...... It's not uncomfortable ......"

"What's that?"

Little Silver Dragon huddled under the covers and uttered, "...... It's too, too painful."

Mu Hang's voice is still low and calm, with a reassuring conviction:

"It's just because you haven't gotten used to it yet, and you'll get used to it a few more times."

He leaned over slightly, resting his palm gently on Little dragon's body, soothing it unhurriedly through the covers:

"I promise, this time was just an exception, next time it won't be."

Little Silver Dragon peeked his head out a little, blinking with wet, reddish-gold round eyes hidden in the shadows, and asked half-heartedly:

"...... Really?"

Mu Hang nodded without changing his expression, "Really."

*

Shi An got sleepy again after eating.

After transforming back into a human, he yawned, hugged his bag full of treasure, and fell into a deep sleep.

The strain from physical overexertion reverberated through his body, gripping him like a swamp and pulling him down into the darkness.

Shi An felt like she had slept for a long, long time, almost as if she had fallen into a long, ancient sleep once again.

By the time he woke up again, he felt as if he had been asleep for a century.

Shi An rubbed her eyes in a daze, then stretched greatly.

Strangely enough, the pain in the body disappeared for the most part, and although he could still feel the faintly rising soreness and numbness between the pulling of the tendons and bones, it was not much better than the severe pain that he couldn't help but grimace when he moved earlier.

He opened his eyes.

The next second, Shi An froze.

There was a dark wilderness in front of us.

There was no life, no light, not even the sound of air flowing.

An endless black mist rolled through the air, undiluted poison coursed around them, and a cold, sinister scent lingered in their noses.

Familiar and nostalgic.

This is the Abyss, his long-lost homeland.

Those poor imitations made by humans are nothing compared to this place.

It is so ancient and dark, and so pure and primitive, its existence blurs the boundaries between life and death, from which everything is born and to which everything will eventually return.

It was at this moment that several hungry eyes looked over at the end of the dark wilderness.

-How long has it been since fresh flesh and blood arrived here.

The slender teenager stood wordlessly in the darkness, he looked so soft and fragile, out of place in the cold, sinister darkness that surrounded him.

It was almost like a white downy feather that had fallen into the mire.

His skin looked so thin, as if it could easily shatter and tear under the sharp claws, dripping warm, sweet blood.

They could smell the human scent lingering on this unexpected visitor.

Smells good, smells good, smells good, smells good-

Hunger and murderous intent burned deep within the eyes of the abyssal species as they closed in on the innocent tribute.

However, in the next second, the teenager seemed to sense something and turned his head in this direction.

His eyes glowed in the darkness, a pure golden russet color flowing deep within them like a flame that had burned unceasingly from eternity.

A darker, more terrifying pressure came steeply.

The abyssal species froze.

They didn't understand that the teenager not far away clearly had such a tantalizing scent of blood food on him, but for some reason their souls trembled and trembled in fear, screaming in terror as they tried to flee.

However, before they could react, raging flames fell from the sky.

The flames were so intense that a terrifying heat wave swept across the entire wasteland, turning it into a sea of fire in an instant.

The golden-red dragon flame roared and lit up the entire sky, like a god who was cruel, merciless, and treated all creatures equally.

The abyssal species let out mournful screams, feeling their bodies vaporize and melt in an instant.

The black mist raged, and strong magic fluctuations escaped in all directions.

Shi An took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The silvery-white lines of scales spread across the white cheeks.

He could feel the long-lost power surging into his body.

--Processes that take a hard time to accomplish on the continent take only an instant in the abyss.

Shi An was able to feel that the magic that had once been forcibly stripped away was returning, and the power of the favored races was rushing through her bloodline.

In the next second, a clear dragon roar resounded through the abyss, and an invisible sense of oppression unfolded in all directions with him at the center.

Strong vibrations spread out, and the howls of the abyssal species resounded in all directions.

The whole abyss was awakened and celebrated his return.

The poisonous mist in the air surged, bringing up strong waves of magic as the darkness twisted and leapt around him joyfully, clinging pleasingly to Shi An's palm.

He's a favorite of the Abyss.

He is the undisputed king of this place whenever he wants to be.

But in the next second, Wang opened his eyes, and a look of extreme bewilderment swept across the bottom of his eyes.

Wait ......

So what happened?

Is he missing something?

Why did you come back as soon as you opened your eyes?

*

The room looked like it had been through a terror//attack.

Broken velvet fluttered and flew through the air in slow motion as everything in the room was destroyed, leaving nothing but a tornado crossing the floor full of wreckage.

The silver-haired man slowly pushed open the crumbling door and eased in.

Slowly, step by step, he came forward and stood in the center of the room.

A black and red spell loomed on the floor in the center of the room, and it looked like it was rising from beneath the ground, remnants of heat released from it as if it were still burning slowly.

The man lowered his eyes, his face cold and pale, without a trace of extra expression.

The lines of his lips were taut, like lifeless marble, all emotions were hidden in them, there was no outburst of anger, but somehow it seemed extraordinarily gruesome.