{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 122

 Mu Heng's breath was suffocated.

The frequency of chest heaving became irregular in an instant.

His heart seemed to be gently scratched by an extremely soft feather, itchy and irritable, a strange impulse rapidly expanded in his heart, making his heart beat fast.

This kind of heartbeat is too strong, which makes him eager to do something bad.

Kiss each other fiercely until they can't breathe, so hard that they can taste the smell of blood between their lips and tongue, so that those eyes are stained with tears, and they are powerlessly penetrated until they cry and pant and beg him to stop.

He looked down at the little dragon lying on his lap, gritted his teeth a little bit fiercely.

I don't know why, but the other party always makes him wander back and forth between the two extreme states, tearing him apart, wanting to vent his violent desires, bullying him without scruples, making him cry, but also wanting to satisfy the other party Everything she asked for, even wanting to give him everything she owns, just for a fleeting smile on her face.

It's really too bad.

With the passage of time, Mu Heng could clearly feel his paranoid possessiveness growing wildly deep in his chest, encroaching on the texture like a poison, making him sink deeper and deeper day by day, until he became terminally ill and could not quit.

At this moment, Mu Heng's communicator suddenly rang.

The sound of "Dididi" sounded, breaking the thick and stagnant air in an instant.

Mu Heng took a deep breath and forced himself to look away before doing anything.

He lowered his eyes and connected the phone.

Wen Yao's voice came from the communicator.

The signal over there seems to have been disturbed. Amidst the buzzing electric current, Wen Yao's vague voice and rapid panting can be vaguely heard:

"...sir...here...monsters...ask for support!"

The next second , the signal was cut off.

Mu Heng was startled, then frowned.

Wen Yao's strength is not bad, and he can deal with most dangers freely. What's more, based on his understanding of Wen Yao, unless he really encounters a very dangerous situation, it is impossible to call him for help.

Soon, he called out the final location of Wen Yao's mission.

It was the foggy jungle at the junction of the Central District and the Aiwen District.

In Zhuo Fu's report, the abnormal values ​​of magic power fluctuations in this area are among the top, that is to say, the degree of alienation is extremely high.

Misty jungle.

The trees are towering, and the thick branches completely cover the entire sky, and no light can penetrate in. The entire jungle is shrouded in an uncomfortably oppressive dense fog.

The fog was thick and sticky, and everything seemed to be submerged in thick white pulp. At most, only the blurred shadows of trees in the distance could be seen, like monsters with teeth and claws.

Wen Yao lowered her head and pressed the communicator in her hand with her fingertips.

The water mist condensed on the screen and on the keyboard, converging into water droplets that overflowed from the gaps, dripped from between her fingers, and dripped on the ground.

"Damn it." She frowned and cursed, throwing away the communicator that had turned into scrap metal.

The monster in this foggy forest is much more difficult than she imagined.

More ferocious, crazier, and more numerous.

Although this is the case, it is not impossible to deal with it.

What Wen Yao didn't expect was that the biggest threat to her mission was actually the foggy forest itself.

Obviously, it should not be the season and time of fog, but there is thick fog in the jungle. The fog seems to be alive, intelligent, and aggressive, making it almost difficult for them to move.

After several battles, she and her squad were separated.

The locator lost its effect in the fog entwined with magic power, the road ahead was vast, and the road back was empty. She had been completely trapped in this endless fog.

As time went by, Wen Yao felt a little dizzy.

A hot stream gushed from her nose.

She subconsciously reached out to wipe it away, her fingertips were scarlet.

......nosebleed?

Wen Yao looked at the blood on her hands in amazement, feeling a sense of foreboding in her heart.

At this moment, the magic power detector hanging around her waist issued a "dididi" alarm sound, which became intermittent and even a little distorted because it was on the verge of failure.

Wen Yao was taken aback, and immediately raised her head to look forward.

In the thick white mist, a huge shadow suddenly passed by, wrapped in a layer of lavender mist, and disappeared in the boundless thick fog in an instant.

The woman narrowed her eyes slowly, clenched the gun tightly in her hand, and chased in the direction where the shadow was shaking.

Outside the foggy forest.

Looking at the large area shrouded in confusion, Mu Heng frowned slightly.

Although he has come here to perform missions more than once, he has never seen such a weird situation.

Shi An squatted on his shoulder and tilted his head: "It's a bit strange."

"What's wrong?"

"This mist..."

Shi An flapped his wings and flew towards the jungle.

As the silvery white dragon approached, the thick and thick mist leaned inward as if alive, and a small, narrow and empty area was vacated in an instant.

Mu Heng obviously did not expect to see this phenomenon.

"I see."

Shi An nodded seriously, and flapped his wings and flew back to Mu Heng's shoulder:

"The fog in this jungle is not a natural fog, but a monster."

Mu Heng was stunned, and raised his eyes to the jungle in front of him look.

Why the fog in the foggy forest persists all year round and has slight fluctuations in magic power has always been an unsolved mystery to human beings. Some people speculate that this is the aggregation phenomenon caused by the terrain magnetic field, and some people speculate that it is released and created by some kind of monster. , but there is not much corroboration for either of these claims.

Mist...is itself a monster?

"This kind of monster has no intelligence, no attack power, and its size is very, very small. Even if it breathes in, it will be fine. It is almost like a microorganism." Shi An thought for a while and added: "But it may be different now, they

are

now It has become much more aggressive than I thought."

It seems that he has evolved a certain amount of intelligence, and Shi An is not sure what will happen if he is breathed into a person's lungs at this time.

Mu Heng understood what he meant, and couldn't help but become slightly dignified.

This kind of microorganism-like monster has always been a weak area for human research, and what's worse, they cannot be killed with weapons, they can only be isolated and defended with magic power.

It seems that he needs to find the people trapped in the misty jungle as soon as possible.

One person and one dragon walked towards the foggy forest.

Mu Heng wanted to release his magic power to cover him and Shi An.

However, before he could do anything, the surrounding mist spread away from them like a living thing, leaving behind a small area of ​​clear air, as if encased in an invisible ball.

The silver-white little dragon puffed up his chest slightly, and said proudly:

"Don't worry, follow me, they won't dare to approach."

Mu Heng curled his lips into a smile, and his originally stern and solemn eyebrows became softer.

He raised his hand, rubbed the opponent's chin with his fingertips, and echoed,

"That's amazing."

"Of course!"

Xiaolong narrowed his golden-red eyes in enjoyment, and slightly raised his head.

Mu Heng thought of the spider that knelt down to Shi An in the dark mountains before, and asked, " Are all monsters afraid of you

?"

So I was really tired when I was pretending to be a human!"

Shi An leaned his head in Mu Heng's hand and complained:

"I have to keep my breath back, otherwise the monster will run away as soon as it sees me. Trouble..."

Mu Heng couldn't help laughing: "It's really hard for you."

Shi An: "So are you going to go in to find Wen Yao now?"

Mu Heng nodded: "Yes."

"That's too slow Lah."

Shi An flew up from Mu Heng's shoulder.

His figure became bigger in an instant, from a hand-sized figure dragon to a huge silver dragon with wings spread nearly ten meters.

The giant dragon lowered its head slightly, and stared at the human in front of it with those golden red vertical pupils that seemed to be ignited.

The powerful aura unique to the predator spread out.

Shi An: "In short, it is enough to bring people out?"

Mu Heng was startled: "You are going to..."

"It will be faster."

The dragon thought for two seconds, and said as a matter of course:

"And you belong to my human being, isn't it normal for me to help you?"

After finishing speaking, the dragon spread its wings, and the powerful air flow surged, lifting its body and disappearing into the air.

Mu Heng stood where he was, A little dazed.

What Shi An said just now... made him suddenly realize something.

Some fragments of the past flashed through the depths of my mind.

Shi An's reaction when he saw him for the first time, the sudden "admiration" for his appearance, Zhuo Fu's "guessing", the accidental rescue in the Aiwen area, and the vague glimpse when he woke up, all within reach, but But the back of the dragon that disappeared immediately.

More importantly, in the accident that happened at the Ability Academy, after the confrontation, the giant dragon at that time could have killed him, but not only did not do it, but took him to the cave, and even started to "breed him" in a serious manner. "He --

everything that ever happened seemed to connect.

Mu Heng: "..."

The silver-haired man raised his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, and a look of shock flashed in his cold blue eyes.

He looked in the direction where the dragon disappeared, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Wait...

so...

so... the princess is actually me? ? ? ?