"You're a fast learner."

Chapter 95

Administration Inside the Academy.

Zhuo Fu is buried in front of his desk, and is concentrating on a large pile of complicated data files in front of him.

These are the most recent monitoring data of magic fluctuations in the Rossiter District.

As he read carefully, he scribbled and drew in a nearby book, seemingly calculating something rigorously.

Although the difference in area between Rosta and Irving is not that big, the temperature of Rosta is much more suitable for human survival than Irving, so both the living area and the population of Rosta are several times that of Irving.

Going into Rostock without any leads is a waste of time.

So, before Mu Hang led his men into Rostock, the intelligence processing was given to Zhuo Fu.

And he's a fantastic data processor.

While he was busy carrying out his work, Zhuo Fu suddenly heard a deliberately muffled human voice from outside.

Rustling.

He frowned, pulling himself away from his work and striding outside.

Zhuo Fu saw several of his own assistants and a few outside members of the Administration gathered together, with a burning desire for gossip in their eyes, muttering about everything.

"Officer Mu? No way? Really?"

"Of course it's true, I'm not the only one who saw it!"

"And and and, almost to the door, I saw ......"

"Saw what? Speak up, speak up!"

"Not even out the door yet, Officer Mu reached out and wrapped his arm around someone's waist-"

"Holy shit? Officer Mu? Is that the same person we know?" The pupils of a few people listening to the gossip quake, incredulously repeating, "Just, that one who hates physical contact with people and whose aura can freeze people to death?"

"Ahem!" Zhuo Fu's cough sounded behind him.

A few of the people who were engrossed in the gossip were startled hard, and whipped their heads around in shock.

Zhuo Fu made a stern face, "In the middle of the day, don't you all have a job?"

A few people looked at each other and lowered their heads, knowing they were in the wrong.

Zhuo Fu waved his hand toward his few assistants, "Hurry back to your own posts."

A few remaining people from other departments tried to slip away, but were stopped by Zhuo Fu shouting, "Wait!"

They were all slightly startled, and looked over apprehensively, "You, what else do you want?"

I only saw Zhuo Fu say with a serious face:

"So what, you guys just saw the gossip, tell me about it."

Administration Member: "......"

So you just want to hear the gossip?

Zhuo Fu listened attentively to the gossip passed around by a few Administration employees, then lapsed into silence, "......"

Shit!

No wonder Mu Hang called him earlier and told him to get his sword ready, but he waited and waited and waited for Mu Hang to come, so it turned out that he was in love at public expense!

And in broad daylight! Straight up unexcused absences, so crazy!

Zhuo Fu's expression twisted slightly.

One day with a knife in my hand, I'll kill all the love dogs in the world!

-Of course, he'd just think about it.

Zhuo Fu sighed and waved his hand, letting those people leave the lab.

He turned and headed inward.

Since Mu Hang won't be coming over for a while now, it would be better for that sword to be properly retrieved inside its original safe deposit box, or else it wouldn't be good to have what happened just now happen again, in case someone gets hurt.

Zhuo Fu came to where the longsword was temporarily stored.

His eyes fell on the sword, and his eyes paused slightly, revealing a puzzled look.

Since being sent to the lab, he had spent the longest amount of time with the sword, and could be said to know the magical reactions of the longsword like the back of his hand, but this situation in front of him was something he had never seen before.

Its sword was trembling, but it didn't release a strong murderous and hostile aura outwards as usual, and even the value on the magic power fluctuation detector on the side didn't fluctuate much.

Instead of resonating, it's more about expressing emotions.

Like ...... panic?

Zhuo Fu stood in front of the sword for a long time.

Until the vibration of the sword faded.

But it wasn't like the usual serenity of temporary hibernation, a gray shade over the brightly lit blade.

If it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't facing a sword, Zhuo Fu would even have thought that it was showing an expression of hopelessness.

Zhuo Fu blinked, shook his head helplessly, and turned away.

I'm afraid he's been working too long and too hard.

*

Shi An heard a buzzing deep in her brain, her heart beating extremely hard, pumping blood outward faster and faster.

There is very little space to be able to move around.

He was confined between the walls, the air around him heating up so quickly that by the end of it, Shi An almost suspected that he was bringing a burning temperature to his exhale.

Obviously, he was the dragon that spewed flames, but Shi An felt dizzy and lightheaded when faced with such high temperatures.

The human's palm was hot, palm prints properly ironed into the back of the teenager's hand, and Shi An was almost under the mistaken impression that her palm would melt away from such heat.

Shi An could almost hear her brain bubbling.

Gobble gobble.

Everything turned to searing lava, melting every ounce of his ability to think.

The other's suppressed gasps could be heard in her ears, falling on Shi An's ears as if they were molten fire, extremely suppressed, low and sensual.

Shi An has lost the ability to measure time.

I don't know how long it's been.

Mu Hang cupped Shi An's chin and nibbled gently on his lower lip, his voice low and slightly hoarse with a little careless smile, "Thank you."

"You're a fast learner." The other party's voice was still calm and on the cold side, as if he was praising Shi An's learning ability in a focused and sincere manner with a professional attitude devoid of selfishness:

"I'm looking forward to the next one."

Shi An: "......"

The temperature dropped slightly, and the space that had been so small finally became spacious, so at least he could breathe smoothly again.

He blinked slowly, as an afterthought.

The delicate palm was red, the fingers trembling slightly from dislocation and tightness, and the searing heat seemed like it would never go away.

Shi An: "......"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

What have I done, what have I just done!

His expression was frozen, his pupils slightly shaken.

*

Shi An doesn't remember how she got into the bathroom.

By the time he came back to his senses again, the warm water had fallen from the sky and clattered down on him.

Mu Hang's house is fully stocked with toiletries, but all of them are in the same style as the man himself; cool, minimalist and functional.

But it's as if no matter how much shower gel you use and how many times you rinse it off, that tangible touch still stubbornly remains on your skin, and you can't get rid of it no matter what.

Shi An: "......"

He closed his eyes and slowly knocked his head against the cold wall with a loud thud.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Shi An screamed inside.

He didn't know what it was about him, but it seemed that every time he did, Mu Hang would always lead him by the nose, and by the time he came back to his senses, he'd already done something he would never have done in his usual way, and the worst part of it was that every time he looked back on it, he couldn't even tell you how this whole thing had happened!

Shi An crosses her arms and buries her head deeply, revealing only her two reddish ears.

Regret, just really regret it.

At that moment, Shi An seemed to think of something.

He lifted his head, sniffled, and began to seriously check the magic within him.

Sure enough, without any surprise, the absorption level of gray magic power in the eye of the abyss rose once again, and it looked like it had already passed the halfway mark.

Shi An's heart was mixed with sadness and joy, very complicated.

Recovering strength is good, of course, but recovering strength also means that the effects of the potion will wear off faster, and the greater the reaction may be when the next time it strikes again ......

He felt completely dragged into this vicious cycle and could only follow the current down the road, pushed to follow the path even though he knew what awaited him next.

Shi An looked desperate.

It was at this point that he felt something cold and clammy against his thigh.

Shi An was stunned and looked down.

The large, silvery-white, wet tail hung behind her, the tip slightly curled up, glistening brilliantly metallic in the bright bathroom light, still swaying mindlessly with the thought.

"!!!"

Shi An was startled by his own tail.

When did it come out!

He hurriedly reached out and caught his tail, skillfully maneuvering his magic to reel it back in.

Seeing the tail disappear, Shi An was finally relieved and calmed down again.

It should have just popped up when I was combing through my own magic.

The tail hadn't appeared when he entered the bathroom, or his clothes would have been torn by the scale-sharp tail.

Although it has now been withdrawn, the incident still makes Shi An feel a little bit vaguely uneasy.

Due to erratic fluctuations in magic levels, tails actually pop up unconsciously ......

This is not a good sign.

And it's likely to increase or get out of control as the vicious cycle deepens.

The potential for deterioration was high, and even he didn't know what it would end up looking like.

Shi An thought about it, and eventually came to a conclusion--

In any case, the most important thing now is to get to Rust!

He had to be quick and make things simple again before it all became more complicated and more unmanageable!

Shi An took a deep breath and pressed her forehead against the cold wall, making up her mind.

"Ross D.C.?"

Mu Hang raises an eyebrow slightly and looks to Shi An : "You want to come along?"

The teenager in front of her hung her eyes a little hesitantly, her wet black hair hanging down, the tips of her pale ears still pink, her eyelashes pressed low, looking as if she were some kind of soft little animal.

Shi An nodded vigorously.

Mu Hang frowned, "The Rust district would be dangerous."

The Rust District is a dynamite barrel right now, not only are the old forces entrenched, but there's a mercenary leader on the move, and to make matters worse, according to the intel, what's left of the cultists seem to be heading in that direction as well, not to mention the dragons.

Shi An thought about it:

"The Ability Academy isn't much safer, is it?"

The last ripple precisely pointed out the Academy's security vulnerabilities, and now the Ableist Academy is once again on a long hiatus, and won't be opening until the problems with the security system are taken care of.

"And ...... And ......"

Shi An mused, a sentence subconsciously escaping her lips, "What if it strikes again-"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Shi An wanted to bite her tongue off.

Shi An could feel the temperature of her face skyrocketing, as if it were ripe and moist.

Yet, the reasoning seems to be unexpectedly effective.

Silence fell across the room for a long time.

After a few seconds, Shi An surreptitiously raised her eyes toward the other man.

His eyes crashed right into the depths of the man's deep dark azure eyes.

Mu Hang's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared fixedly at him, seemingly in thought.

Immediately afterward, he leaned down, his unbound silver hair streaming down, dazzling in the daylight as if it were a soft, cold spring.

Even though she had seen it many times, Shi An was still accidentally distracted by it.

Only to see the man lift a long, strong finger and tap his lower lip:

"As well."

Mu Hang's voice was low and magnetic, with a bit of detached coldness, calmly speaking extremely shameless words:

"But you have to kiss me."