Dedicated to my princess

Chapter 89

Shi An : "......?!"

Mu Hang's fingertips were hot, and fell silently on his body with pure icy probing.

However, Mu Hang was right about one thing: the active touch made by him as a dragonslayer was indeed more conducive to the absorption of magic power.

But as the rate of magic absorption accelerated, a strange and bizarre feeling rose deep within his body.

Shi An subconsciously curled up, trying to shrink herself into a ball.

At that moment, the anxious voice of the Demon Worm suddenly came from the ear:

"My lord! My lord!"

Shi An blinks, taking two seconds to realize that the Demon Worm is supposed to be communicating with him by way of his soul.

"Administration is moving faster than we thought!" It's voice was urgent and pressing, "They've found their way up the mountain now, and they should be at your place in another twenty minutes tops!"

Shi An snapped out of his muddled state.

He broke free from Mu Hang's confinement and did his best to speak in the calmest and most dignified voice he could muster:

"Man, human, your work is done, our deal is over, you may leave."

"Indeed."

However, unexpectedly, Mu Hang did not let go of his hand, but rather tightened his grip.

He lowered his eyes and gazed at the dragon in front of him with deep, dark eyes, his voice calm, "In that case, the next time we meet, we can fight for our lives again without fear."

"At that point, my blade will no longer break on your scaled armor."

Mu Hang's voice was soft, as if telling an established fact with great composure, "I believe that the tips of your claws will no longer cease their descent before tearing me apart, either."

Shi An was stunned, not understanding what the other party was trying to say.

"So, there's one thing I need to make clear in advance."

Mu Hang narrowed his eyes and suddenly pronounced two familiar syllables lightly:

"--about my friend, Shi An."

Shi An subconsciously tightened her heart when her name was suddenly called, and raised her eyes towards Mu Hang.

"Given that you've taken him away several times, I'm sure the name should be familiar to you."

The man's long silver-white eyelashes hung down, his blue eyes unfathomable:

"He's already involved in this deadly battle, isn't he?"

The corners of Mu Hang's lips lifted slightly, revealing a shallow smile tinged with hostility, "Dragons, as a species, can never deny their instincts."

His voice trailed off, "Coincidentally, so am I."

"So, the next time you take him away, I will cut open your chest and rip out your heart and offer it to my princess."

"Deal done."

When he finished, Mu Hang slowly let go of his hand:

"--I'm looking forward to our next encounter."

Shi An's brain was a bit muddled, unable to process such a huge amount of information for a while.

It was at this moment that the voice of the Demon Worm came from his ears, "My lord, my lord, have you come out from inside the cave yet?"

Shi An only now came back to his senses as an afterthought.

To, to go.

The dragon unfolded its wings behind its back and flew out of the cave overhead.

The moment its form disappeared into the cavern overhead, the externally applied spell dissipated in that instant.

"Hurry! It should be right up ahead!"

Noisy voices mixed with disorganized footsteps approached the cave at the top of the hill.

Wen Yao arrived as fast as he could with his subordinates.

And before closing in on the cave, she saw from afar, a familiar figure slowly stepping out of the cave.

Wen Yao was shocked and delighted, "Sir!"

Mu Hang's jacket had been torn to shreds, the clothes on his body still carried dried blood stains, and his silver hair was spread out over his shoulders in a state of disarray that Wen Yao had never seen before, but, despite his pale face, the look on the man's face was still the usual one of indifference and calmness, as if all crises were not enough to be feared.

The moment she saw the other person, that familiar, powerful sense of reassurance finally returned.

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes almost slightly moist:

"Great, you're fine."

She looked around the room and frowned a little in confusion, "That ...... dragon ......"

Mu Hang interrupted her gently:

"Left."

With steady, composed steps, he crossed over Wen Yao and headed downward, "Contact Zhuo Fu for me."

The man narrowed his pale blue eyes:

"He has something to give back to me."

It's been a short couple of days, but one thing has become abundantly clear to Mu Hang - the

Without a sword, you can't slay a dragon.

The dragon's body was covered with indestructible scales without any weak points, and the reason why it was so relieved to stay in his arms, I'm afraid that it was also clear that, with its current means, it couldn't harm it in the slightest.

It was for this reason that Mu Hang decided to "cooperate" with the dragon.

After these few days with the dragon, Mu Hang's desire to slay the dragon has become even more urgent.

This desire is deep and pure, unadulterated by any love or hate, likes or dislikes.

He just had to have it.

And until that purpose is accomplished, nothing but death will stop Mu Hang in his pursuit.

He took off his jacket and tossed it away, took a fresh pair of gloves from Wen Yao's hand, and walked down the hall while giving orders efficiently and quickly.

"Where is Shi An?" Mu Hang asked, withdrawing his gaze and looking at Wen Yao.

At that moment, he noticed Wen Yao suddenly stopping in his tracks, looking like he was about to say something.

An uneasy feeling rose in Mu Hang's heart.

He asked, narrowing his eyes slowly:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Yao took a deep breath, gathered his courage and said with difficulty:

"Sir, it's my subordinate's fault ......"

She gritted her teeth and said, "Shi An ...... has yet to be found."

Mu Hang's expression suddenly condensed.

His voice was extremely sharp, like a polished blade of ice, "What did you say?"

Since the dragon had been staying with him for the past few days and Shi An's strength was not bad, Mu Hang always thought that Shi An was long out of danger.

Wen Yao's voice was hard, "I-I started sending out search teams on the day the Abyssal Rift disappeared, carpet searching the interior of the school, but the school is too large, plus it's understaffed-"

"I will use all my power while you are being treated ......"

Wen Yao gazed worriedly at his top boss and assured him in an extremely serious manner.

But Mu Hang acted as if he hadn't heard.

His face was cold and heavy as he gritted his teeth word by word:

"Gather everyone at once."

*

Three hours later.

Wen Yao walked quickly towards Mu Hang, the bottom of her eyes lit up, and her breathing was rapid from excitement.

With the phone in her hand and one hand covering the microphone, she said, "Sir, we found the man!"

Mu Hang, startled, rose to his feet and took it in stride.

After a brief wash, with all his clothes and gloves renewed, Mu Hang looked almost indistinguishable from his usual self, except that his face was still a little pale.

He took the phone from Wen Yao's hand and put it to his ear.

Old Butler's voice came over the microphone, "Sir, you're looking for Shi An, right?"

Mu Hang gave a shallow "hmm".

"He's been home for two days, but he's probably too tired to sleep." Old Butler, old and loud, came through the microphone, "Do you want me to go get him on the phone-"

Mu Hang felt his heart drop slightly at this point.

He lifted his hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "That won't be necessary."

"I'll be right there."

Mu Hang hung up the phone and looked at Wen Yao with a deep frown, "So, all this time, you didn't even think to call Shi An's family?"

Wen Yao: "......"

She bowed her head in shame.

In fact, for the past few days, all the members of the Administration had focused most of their attention on the search for Mu Hang, and no matter how much Wen Yao had favored Shi An, a missing student was nothing compared to Mu Hang's whereabouts - even for Wen Yao himself. Wen Yao himself.

Mu Hang is obviously aware of this.

He narrowed his eyes, "There is no next time."

The phone was thrown into Wen Yao's hands, and his boss's cold voice came from overhead:

"His safety will be at the forefront of your work from now on, understand?"

Wen Yao was stunned and nodded dumbly.

With that said, Mu Hang pulled up his overcoat, which he had slung over the back of his chair, and turned, hurrying out of the room.

*

Next to the phone, Black Smoke and Demon Worm breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Great, catch up.

"You're sure the illusion you created is realistic enough, right?" Demon Worm asked a little uneasily.

Black Smoke: "Are you questioning the level of my strength?"

Devil Worm coughed, looked the other way, and muttered, "...... Just in case!"

After flying out of the cave, Shi An struggled to find the clothes he'd hidden outside earlier and flew back in crookedly, leaving the job of creating an alibi to Black Smoke.

It implanted Butler's memory downstairs while Shi An ran straight upstairs to bed.

Eyeball looked worriedly in the direction of the stairs and said, "Speaking of which, I assume the lord is fine?"

"Yes, what's wrong with your lordship? It feels as if it's not in a good state." The Demon Worm revealed a thoughtful expression.

The black smoke suddenly thought of something and let out a cry of "Oops".

"Could it be ...... could it be the potion ......"

The Demon Worm was shocked, "No way? That fast?"

Black Smoke: "It wouldn't be that fast by definition, but if the magic value is unstable, the potion's effect will also be unstable ......"

Magic Worm: "...... Holy shit! You didn't fucking say so!"

Eyeball looked confused, "What are you guys talking about?"

While this was happening, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Unsuspecting, old Butler runs to the door.

The three demons fell into a steep silence.

Magic Worm asked dryly, "I remember ...... I think Mu Hang said on the phone just now that he'd be right there?"

*

The silver-haired man stood outside the door, his eyes quiet and his spine straight.

"Sir, you're here." Old Butler owed the other man to let him in, a smile on his kind face, "You didn't have to make the trip yourself ......"

Mu Hang shook his head, "I insist."

He raised his eyes, swept a glance toward the top of the stairs, and asked, "Shi An up there?"

Butler nodded, "Yes."

He sighed:

"He hasn't been downstairs since he got back and I'm worried about him ......

Mu Hang: "I'll go see him."

He was introduced inside the villa.

Since he already knew the way to Shi An's room, Mu Hang declined the old Butler's offer to show him the way.

With his coat in the crook of one arm, he headed up the stairs.

The corridor was silent, and not far from the end, the door to Shi An's room was closed.

Mu Hang walks to the door and curls his knuckles to knock, but it is at this point that his brow furrows.

A little heavy, agonized panting could be faintly heard through the door panel.

Mu Hang's pupils shrank.

Before there was time to think, the movement of the hand had already taken place.

The door to the room was pushed open.

Shi An's room was very dim, the curtains were haphazardly closed and dim shadows enveloped the small space.

The bed in the deep darkness was faintly visible, as well as the teenager under the covers.

"Shi An?" Mu Hang frowned, his voice subconsciously softening, "Are you okay?"

He smoothly covered the door of the room behind himself and took a step toward the bed.

The small half of the teenager's face was immersed in shadow, appearing as fine and white as porcelain, his long, dense lashes lowered and trembling, his eyes narrowed to narrow slits watery.

Mu Hang sat gently on the edge of the bed, removed his gloves and touched his fingertips to the other man's sweaty forehead.

"Uncomfortable?"

Shi An's body shuddered the moment he was touched by the man's dry, warm fingers, and he raised his eyes, his nostrils thin and disorganized:

"Well ......"

His voice was hoarse, with a little tickle of sobbing:

"Hard."

Mu Hang's fingertips paused slightly.

The knots in his throat rolled up and down involuntarily, and a little muffled sound was brought into his voice:

"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

But before he could retract his hand, it was clutched by the teenager's slim, cold fingers.

Shi An drowsily pressed her face against it.

Unlike the temperature of his fingers, his face was hot and delicate, "...... not going to the hospital."

The teenager grunted:

"You touch me."