Don't run away.

Chapter 86

The flesh of the demon in front of me emitted a suffocating odor, burnt and sour.

All the bristles on the spine were burnt and stuck tightly to the flesh.

Mu Hang: "......"

Granted, he's been through tougher conditions and has bellied up with worse things, but ......

This demon, it's poisonous.

Mu Hang was a little unsure if the dragon was trying to feed him, or if it was trying to kill him in a more alternative way.

Shi An saw the human in front of him not eating for a long time, and couldn't help but slap the ground with his tail anxiously.

The hay bales are raised by the vibrations and flutter in the air.

What's going on?

Why don't you eat?

Why are humans so troublesome?

Shi An moved, deep in thought.

It always feels as if I once had a very perfect plan ...... but for some reason, I can't remember how to think about it now.

Impatience rose again, and a hint of violence swept through the depths of his crimson eyes.

Mu Hang's eyelashes twitched.

He seemed to think of something, raised his head towards the dragon in front of him, and asked abruptly:

"Your purpose, is it related to Shi An?"

The man's voice was low and cold, with a bit of a dark, inscrutable undertone.

Shi An blinks, taking a break from the intense negativity and looking down at the human in front of her.

Although he couldn't understand a word the human was saying right now, the syllables of those two words were very familiar to Shi An.

That's his name.

Shi An tucked her paws under her belly, flicked the tip of her tail, and leaned down, curiously surveying the human in front of her.

This human knew his name!

Mu Hang's eyes were slightly cold.

The reaction of the giant dragon in front of him confirmed his suspicions.

Although he wasn't sure exactly why the dragon didn't kill him and brought him to the cave to be imprisoned, the only thing he was sure of was that the dragon's purpose for doing so had something to do with Shi An.

Mu Hang's eyes were as dark as the winds that swept over the snowy mountains.

He laughed softly, and said nothing more, but turned, and went straight to sit down in a corner of the cavern.

The man dropped his silver-white eyelashes, his eyebrows and eyes were deeply and clearly defined, half-hidden in the shadows, looking more and more indifferent and cold.

Shi An crouched in place and cocked his head in bewilderment.

He didn't get it.

Why did the human who had just called out his name suddenly seem to become not very happy ......?

But before Shi An could think of anything else, his stomach suddenly rumbled.

The sound echoed in the depths of the large, empty cavern, very clear and deafening.

Mu Hang's eyelashes twitched slightly as he opened his eyes and looked over toward Shi An.

So hungry.

Shi An moved his paws and subconsciously scratched the thick hay on the ground.

He thought for a moment, leaned down, took the roasted fiend in his mouth, and with a lift of his neck, swallowed it whole.

Shi An A dragon face slowly scrunched up, his expression gradually becoming twisted.

This flavor ......

He snapped his wings and the whole dragon rushed out of the cave.

"Vomit!"

The regurgitated voice echoed across the valley, reaching Mu Hang's ears clearly through the rock walls, "......"

He was a little unsure of what to think.

Soon Shi An came staggering back from the outside.

His whole dragon wilted a bit.

Although he didn't remember too well, he always felt that he shouldn't have eaten such a hard to eat weird thing ...... At least, it should have to be a cool, sweet kind of thing, right?

Shi An yawned and got down, curling herself up.

The gargoyle rested his chin on his claws, his eyes closed.

After a short while, its spine began to undulate rhythmically and evenly, its breathing even, and it seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Mu Hang sits in the farthest corner from the dragon, keeping a discreet distance from it.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards the dragon in the center of the cavern, his long eyelashes hiding the color of his eyes so that it was impossible to see exactly what he was thinking.

The entire cavern was shrouded in a dark, brooding silence.

This silence is taut and fragile, as if it could shatter at the first moment, revealing the raging undercurrents beneath it.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes in the same way.

--Now, one must regain one's strength.

As time passed, the sky above the cave darkened a little.

Half-light and half-shadow descended, and the already insufficiently lighted cavern became even darker.

Half asleep, half awake, Shi An felt trapped in some dream world she couldn't break free from.

Fire burns and darkness haunts.

It was as if he had swallowed a huge, indigestible ball of fire, weighing heavily on the depths of his body, making him feel extremely violent and irritable.

There was an endless power and lust for destruction in his body, screaming and craving, attempting to vent his anger outward without discrimination.

Shi An's eyes snapped open.

In the dimly lit cavern, crimson vertical pupils flickered in the darkness, giving people a chilling and intense sense of oppression.

Some angry voice screamed in his ear:

Burn!

Burn everything, destroy everything! Kill everyone!

But then, in the next instant, Shi An paused, slowly craning her head in the direction of the humans.

He smelled blood.

The man's silver hair fell loose over his shoulders, shimmering faintly within the darkened cavern.

The dry fire under the gargoyle's eyes went out slightly.

I don't know why, but every time I see this human, Shi An feels a wonderful sense of closeness in her heart.

It doesn't seem to be just about looks.

What is it?

Shi An couldn't quite figure it out.

But he instinctively wanted to get closer to the bright, shiny human.

Only then would the desire to kill that tormented him all the time be alleviated a little.

One is less inclined to turn the whole world into a sea of fire.

The dragon blinked, the tip of its silver-white tail poking silently through the darkness.

Mu Hang's eyes are closed and his breath is hot from exhaustion and serious injuries.

Instead of slumber, it would be more apt to say semi-consciousness.

The tail snuck around Mu Hang's waist.

The tip of the man's brow furrowed hard, and his eyelids fluttered slightly as if he were trying to struggle to wake up.

Even if he is seriously injured, Mu Hang will not indulge himself in a state of unconsciousness in a place of extreme danger.

But ...... for some reason, the breath that surrounded him vaguely gave him a familiar and reassuring feeling.

Mu Hang frowned, not opening his eyes after all.

Shi An slowly dragged Mu Hang to his side, allowing the human to lean against his body.

The human's body heat properly ironed a small portion of the scales on his side, warm and burning and very familiar.

Shi An silently wrapped her tail around the other's body and yawned, closing her eyes in satisfaction.

Strong sleep came over him, pulling him down toward the dark, dreary world of dreams.

Strangely enough, despite falling into a deep sleep, for once Shi An was finally able to perceive what the evil desires deep within her body really were.

It was a vast and motley amount of magic.

Not from the continent, not from the abyss, like it was somewhere in between, taking on a chaotic, dirty gray-black color that was fiercely rushing left and right through his body, searching for an outlet for catharsis.

Shi An tries to digest and absorb.

No, not at all.

There is simply ...... no way ......

It's like a chronic disease that resides deep within the body, too strong to be removed.

Inside the dark cavern, the dragon's breathing grew rapid and its eyes closed tightly, as if it was wandering in some kind of extremely disturbed state.

The tail subconsciously twisted.

The wounds on his body were touched and Mu Hang's eyes snapped open.

The hard, cold touch of the dragon's scale armor came from behind, and it was tightly imprisoned from the waist to the back of the spine.

"......"

It took him two seconds to realize exactly where he was.

Mu Hang's body froze.

Almost subconsciously, sharp blades glittering with cold light emerged from his palms and attacked the huge dragon behind him.

But before the tip of the sword was about to touch the opponent's scales, Mu Hang suddenly stopped his movement.

First of all, he had tried this attack more than once.

Past experience had taught him that it didn't work.

Next ......

Mu Hang paused and raised his eyes to the huge dragon slumbering close to him.

The other's massive body seemed to be shivering, the rise and fall of his spine sharp and uneven, his claws subconsciously grasping, the straw beneath it all rolled up in a messy manner, revealing the cold, dark rock at the very bottom.

The gargoyle seemed to be in pain.

Mu Hang narrowed his eyes, his long lashes covering his deep, pale blue eyes.

The identity of the group of black-robed men we met at the school that day is clear to Mu Hang.

It was a group of extreme fanatical heathens who pinned their hopes for the rebirth of the world on the vanished Fantasy Species, and although it may seem crazy, this force has a long history. The Administration has been trying to monitor the movements of this extreme group, but they are rich in resources and operate in a low profile, so the intelligence has been pathetically scarce.

The appearance of a gargoyle is also bound to alarm this group.

They're the ones who invaded the Ability Academy, killed the principal, took the books, and are most likely trying to take control of the Gargoyles.

And the reason why the gargoyles are in the school is presumably related to that.

Mu Hang showed a look of all thought and subconsciously tapped his fingertips against the dragon's scales.

After doing so, he realized what he was doing, his body stiffened slightly, and he immediately withdrew his hand.

He took a deep breath and raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to clear his thoughts.

More implausible details came to mind.

Every time they met before, the giant dragon seemed to be avoiding a direct conflict with them, but this time was different, attacking towards itself extremely directly and roughly.

Also, the gargoyle, who should clearly be familiar with human language, didn't react at all to what he said, it was almost as if he didn't understand.

A jumble of clues consolidated in his mind and the only reasonable guess surfaced.

The gargoyle's current state isn't isn't normal.

The cultists may have gotten their way to some extent, but failed to bring the affected dragon under control, allowing him to break free in his unhinged condition.

Mu Hang looked down at the tail at his waist, his lips pursed.

A thought raced through his mind.

Is this such a strange, attempt to get close to one's self on the other side ......

Help?

Turning to the dragon slayer who harbors a strong desire to kill ......

Is such a thing really possible?

Mu Hang's eyes darkened slightly.

He lifted his head and looked deep into the darkness that covered the dragon in front of him.

The dragon is still sleeping.

A slight wariness swept over its carapace as the moonlight fell overhead, streaming over its silvery-white scales, bringing up a shimmering, pure light.

Ghostly, Mu Hang lifted his hand and pressed his burning palm against the dragon's tail wrapped around his waist.

The touch under his palm was smooth and cold, the dragon's scales densely lined up, the narrow, sharp edges scraping against his palm, giving him the illusion of a slight pain.

This gave Mu Hang an unexpected sense of familiarity.

It was as if one had touched it a long time ago ...... A certain area of the mind that was shrouded in gray fog was slightly touched, bringing about a strong sense of dissonance.

But yet he couldn't remember exactly where it came from anyway.

Oddities.

Mu Hang's lips pursed, instinctively stopping himself from continuing deeper thoughts in that direction.

The tip of the dragon's tail twitched slightly the moment the human's body heat fell.

Shi An, who had been trying to absorb the gray magic in her sleep, shivered.

For some reason, the magic in front of him didn't seem to be as stubborn as it was just now, and it slightly dispersed a bit the moment it was touched.

At the same time, the thick, heavy barrier in the mind that prevented Shi An from thinking seemed to have loosened a little at the moment.

Shi An's breath caught a little sharper and her eyes moved subconsciously.

I don't know why, but the feeling was very familiar, as if it had happened before.

Embarrassed, troubled, warily.

Odd bits and pieces flooded his mind, giving him the urge to curl up.

The dragon's tail, which had been tightly wrapped around Mu Hang, was now slightly loose and seemed to be retreating.

Without even thinking, Mu Hang subconsciously tightened his fingers and yanked back with the tip of his tail clenched.

Don't run away.