So one is imprisoned by a dragon?

Chapter 85

Shi An is at the moment focusing on making her new nest more comfortable.

He likes to bury himself in gold and shiny things, but unfortunately he can't find anything like that at the moment, so he has to make a nest out of this hay for now.

Looking at the grass-covered cave in front of her, Shi An's mood fell to the bottom again.

Would have thought it could be replaced but ......

It's not the same at all.

It's golden when it's out in the sunlight, but when it's in a dark cave, it becomes ......

So shabby?

Shi An is very unhappy.

Broken images and fragments of memories come to mind.

Empty, crumbling caves, snowflakes drifting into the ruins, elven rings glittering on a man's short fingers, gold and silver that belonged to him piled up in a warehouse, precious gems displayed in a presentation sheet.

Humanity ......

...... Thieves!!!

The sunlight poured in through the hole overhead, landing on the dragon's silver-white spine as if it were a shining river of light winding down.

The reddish-gold pupils narrowed slightly, and underneath them flickered some kind of restless and terrifying shadows, like the shadows cast by a burning fire, bringing an almost tyrannical sense of oppression.

Mu Hang examined the gargoyle in front of him steadily.

His fingers hanging at his side were slightly curled, his palm was empty, hidden magic power fluctuations were brewing silently, his muscles were tense, his eyes were deep and cold, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The dragon twisted its head, and looked in Mu Hang's direction.

The slender man stood in a corner of the cave, his hair like quicksilver and his eyes like blue jade.

His face was impassive, but his body language was alert and defensive, like a bowstring poised to strike.

Surprisingly, the flickering fire in the depths of the dragon's pupils died down, and the golden-red eyes shone like some kind of glazed jewel.

It wagged the tip of its tail pleasantly.

Ah, bright and shiny.

Look good.

The anger from earlier was forgotten in a flash.

Shi An leaned down and poked her tail over to herself, habitually trying to wrap it around the man's waist and drag him to her side.

But before his tail touched his opponent.

Cracking the air with a clanging sound from its magic wave, the silver-white sharp blade sliced down violently and landed on top of the scales of the giant dragon's tail, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.

The tip of the tail was flicked away.

Mu Hang narrowed his eyes and looked at his opponent coldly.

Shi An looked at the human in front of her, and then at her flicked tail.

Why?

Ming ......

He vaguely remembered that the human in front of him didn't seem to hate being wrapped around his own tail, ah.

Shi An sat crouched in agony at the base of the cave, deep in thought.

Mu Hang stared at the dragon, his voice low and slow:

"What is your purpose?"

It was clear to him that the dragon understood him.

The behemoths in front of them were not ordinary magical creatures, but fantasy species capable of taking human form, although their traces had disappeared from the continent for a long time, it was still possible for them to hide in human society for such a long time without giving away even the slightest hint that the gargoyles could not possibly understand human language.

The silver-white dragon blinked, looking as if it had understood.

In the next second, it unfolded the wings behind itself.

"Hoo-"

Countless golden-colored hay was swept up by the gusty wind and fluttered around the bottom of the cave.

Mu Hang had to squint his eyes to barely make out the giant dragon's form.

It flew toward the hole overhead and disappeared in a flash, leaving only the silently falling straw and half of the clear blue sky.

Mu Hang: "......"

Understand shit.

However, since the departure of the gargoyle was an opportunity.

Mu Hang collects his thoughts and begins to survey the wall of magic that traps him.

He pressed his palm into the air, touching it slowly, then frowned a little.

Such a spell should have been lost a long time ago.

Although it was congealed from magic, no magic fluctuation could be felt at all until it was touched, which meant it couldn't be broken from the inside.

Well, violent destruction--

"BANG!!!"

Sharp blades and walls of air clashed fiercely against everything, making a sound like the clash of gold and stone that echoed through the large, empty cavern, a cascading buzz for a long time.

But nothing happened.

Mu Hang covered his vaguely aching ribs, forcing the taste of blood back into his mouth as he frowned.

No surprise there.

No way.

He gave up on breaking through the barrier and instead began to explore the end of this wall.

The wall of air extends upwards close to the rock wall, seemingly to prevent Mu Hang from damaging the rock wall, or from exiting through the hole in the head.

However, there is more than one path to leave.

The cavern was clearly a hollowed out peak, and there were also several caves, large and small, leading to the outside in close proximity to the ground, and a cold, whistling wind poured in from the outside, curling the corners of his robe.

Mu Hang tentatively heads out of the cave.

Not blocked.

He walked smoothly to the outside of the cave.

Surrounded on all sides by huge barren mountains, with thousands of feet of walls and steep straight edges, it was so dead as far as the eye could see that one could only hear the sound of gusty winds reverberating among the peaks, and could not see the slightest trace of human activity.

Mu Hang keeps going out all the time.

Until a new wall of air blocked his way.

So he changed direction and walked along the edge of the invisible wall -

Ten minutes later, Mu Hang raised his eyes and the cave he had just left reappeared in front of him.

Mu Hang: "......"

Although the space to move around was very wide and plentiful, indoors as well as outdoors, it didn't change the fact that he couldn't leave this area of the neighborhood.

He was silent for a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow incredulously.

So yourself this is ......

Imprisoned by a dragon?

*

Administration.

Zhuo Fu walks around the study room irritably, and Wen Yao frowns:

"Don't you go around, I'm getting dizzy."

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and stopped.

He said, "So ...... Mu Hang is gone? Shi An is gone?"

Wen Yao nodded and added, "And there are traces of the ground remaining after it was burned, and the magic detection is still en route, but I'm guessing-"

Before she finished her words, Zhuo Fu understood what the other party meant.

It's the dragon.

Zhuo Fu lifted his hand and scratched his hair, swearing with a look of frustration, "...... Shit."

The worst premonition was still fulfilled.

During this time, on top of his daily work, Zhuo Fu had been carefully studying the materials, conducting various tests with the longsword as the centerpiece, based on the literature provided by Mu Hang, the Dragon Flame, and samples of his own magic.

The results of the experiment came out just two days ago.

Zhuo Fu was shocked by the results.

Obviously, as a human, Mu Hang's resistance to dragon flames was terrifyingly high, a kind of magical enchantment from his bloodline that enabled him to withstand to a certain extent that kind of ghastly flames that could burn the souls of living creatures into flying ashes.

And the law holds equally true in reverse.

Unless one has the right weapon, Mu Hang's magic can't destroy the dragon's scale armor.

But ......

Zhuo Fu slowly twisted his head towards the longsword that was lying quietly to the side.

He has the sword.

Going up against a dragon without a weapon would put Mu Hang at a very extreme disadvantage.

Wen Yao: "Do you have any ideas now?"

Zhuo Fu sat down decadently, and after a long silence, he said dryly, "...... can only send people to search."

In fact, he didn't say the next sentence.

Although the continent is now covered with human traces, the area that has not yet been fully explored and exploited is still vast and inhabited by a wide variety of magical creatures.

And ...... according to his current understanding, the flight speed of a giant dragon of such a large size is equally amazing.

It can reach anywhere in the continent in a matter of days if it wants to.

And they totally don't have that manpower and resources to carpet search the entire continent.

-So there's little hope.

*

Mu Hang sits deep in the cave.

This is not the first time he has been injured under such adverse conditions.

With the premise of preserving his battle strength, Mu Hang took off his jacket, ripped it into strips of cloth, and after a brief disinfection by magic, skillfully bandaged and treated the wounds on his body.

Soon the claw marks on his shoulders stopped bleeding and the broken ribs in his chest had been fixed.

Mu Hang knotted the cloth with his teeth and re-draped it.

The faint odor of blood hung in the air.

At that moment, the familiar sound of whistling wind came from outside the hole overhead.

The dragon is back.

Mu Hang lifted his icy blue eyes and reached up, leaning on his own longsword as he struggled to stand.

He tensed up the muscles in his body out of habit, like a beast that never rested, always making sure he was ready to join a fight.

The silver-white dragon fell like last time.

"Pfft."

A huge, pitch-black hair-covered, near-boar-like demonic creature was dropped heavily at the bottom of the cavern.

The ground shook.

The demonic creature let out a wail, the bones in its body seeming to have snapped from the fall it had just taken, and gasped with difficulty among the straw.

The dragon fluttered its wings and fell.

He opened his mouth and blazing flames spewed out of it.

The pale side of the man's face was illuminated by the flames, and his deep blue eyes reflected the searing flames, like a blue ocean dome that had been set ablaze.

However, the flames were controlled with such precision that the straw beneath the demonic creature was half scorched.

The strong odor of burning permeated the cavern.

A few seconds passed.

The long-haired demonic creature that had been dying just a moment ago had turned into a huge, grilled and charred chunk of meat.

Mu Hang: "......"

He looked down at the chunk of meat in front of him, and then back up at the dragon in front of him.

The silver-white dragon was majestic and huge, its vertical pupils were ice-cold, and the aura enveloping its body was strong and terrifying, almost capable of scaring off all the demonic creatures that approached.

Shi An gazed expectantly at the human in front of her.

-Eat!

After being rejected just now, he thought hard for a few seconds and came to a conclusion.

His own collection is so cranky, it must be because he's hungry.

Because when he's hungry, he's in a bad mood too.

Shi An flicked the tip of his tail happily.

I'm so smart!

And so, after roasting at least ten magical creatures to ashes, Shi An finally managed to learn how to control the precision of the flames.

So he decided to bring the last one back to the cave and show it off in front of the loot.

But, for some reason, the human stayed where he was, looking at him with strange eyes, as if he was very puzzled.

Not only did he not compliment him on his power, but he didn't even touch the roasted meat in front of him for a second.

Shi An cocked her head, a puzzled gurgle escaping her throat.

Mu Hang: "............"

He pointed to the demon flesh in front of him and asked slowly, almost unbelievably, "For me?"

Shi An seems to understand.

He probed his paw and pushed the small mountain of roasted meat in front of him in the direction of the human, gazing expectantly at the other.

Eat up, eat up.

We'll sleep together when we're full.