After the Abyss Dragon Woke Up | MTL

57, 58 & 59

Boss: "...!"

He was slightly startled, obviously he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing.

Shi An wrinkled his nose: "And it's a hindrance. I can't let go of them when they are next to him."

While complaining in a coquettish tone, he slowly took off his gloves, revealing slender, white fingers.

A strange sense of danger rose in the heart of the mercenary leader.

He squinted his eyes sharply, tensed his back subconsciously, and asked slowly: "...Who are you?"

student? Such a breath...impossible.

The boy raised his eyes and smiled.

The long, dense black eyelashes blinked slowly, and the blazing golden red rose in the depths of the eyes, as if a fire burned through the night, and the round pupils became narrow and narrow, like a cold-blooded animal.

"Don't you want to summon the dragon?"

"The dragon has come."

Mu Heng looked at the few people in front of him with a calm expression. He put on his gloves and walked forward step by step:

"It seems that you don't know. Your brother and I have talked about this topic."

Chen Yan Kang Qiang resisted the urge to retreat, and replied somewhat stutteringly:

"I, I know, but..."

"In that case, I don't need to repeat my position."

Mu Heng dropped his silver eyelashes silently:

"The dragon, whether it is life or death, is mine."

"Can--"

Before Chen Yankang finished speaking, he felt a cold in his left arm. He was stunned for two seconds, then subconsciously turned his head and looked over.

The sight was red.

The severe pain finally hit after a few seconds.

Chen Yankang clutched his empty left arm and fell to the ground again, screaming fiercely through his throat: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The man kicked away his left arm that had fallen to the ground at random, and with a flick of the tip of the sword, the remaining blood splashed, drawing a scarlet arc on the ground.

"It's not a good habit to covet other people's prey."

Mu Heng looked at him condescendingly, the tip of his sword slowly moving forward.

The icy sharp blade gleamed with a sharp cold light, reflected in the depths of the opponent's shrinking and trembling pupils.

"Skinned? Bleeding?"

Mu Heng asked casually, the tip of the sword slid down little by little, the sharp front edge was only a few millimeters away from the skin, and it moved along the opponent's face to the front of his throat.

"I said, this time, things won't end easily."

Chen Yankang was already unable to speak. He stood in two positions, his face pale and cold sweat.

His Adam's apple quivered, and a thin trace of blood appeared on his skin.

"Now let your people stop." Mu Heng said coldly: "Otherwise, you will lose more than an arm."

At this moment, something in Chen Yankang's placket began to ring.

"Ha, ha ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Chen Yankang's face was distorted with fear, but he laughed slowly and lowly. His laughter became louder and more frantic, almost seeming a bit ferocious: