After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up - Chapter 116

Like a tape recorder that finally played, the spider stopped talking.

The whole institute fell into a dead silence.

Zhuo Fu stood in front of the incubator, and it took several seconds to finally come back.

He slammed the collar of the researcher aside, breathing quickly, and his voice tense: “Have you recorded it just now?”

The researcher was taken aback by him:

“Yes, of course.”

All their experiments are recorded and backed up in the database.

“Hurry up!” Zhuo Fu ordered.

“Yes, yes!” The researcher stammered, “But it may take a while…”

“ASAP!”

The researcher trot all the way to adjust the backup.

Zhuo Fu walked around the incubator anxiously.

If he guessed correctly, the spider spit out this recording just now, it is very likely that it was the originator of these recent visions, probably after creating the gap where the purple mist escaped. This broken conversation happened to be recorded by a nearby mutant monster.

The research institute has not yet returned, Zhuo Fu can’t wait.

He dashed to the incubator:

“Quick, you say it again.”

The spider stared at him with eight dark eyes, opened his mouth, and screamed familiarly:

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”

Zhuo Fu: “…”

This stupid thing is really useless at all.

Forget it, I’ll wait.

Finally, five minutes later, the researcher hurried over with the backup of the experiment.

Zhuo Fu kept an eye on it, listening to this voice over and over again, writing and drawing in the notebook, and scribbled something.

After a long time, he stopped, and then hurriedly called Mu Heng’s number.

No one answered the two consecutive calls.

After Zhuo Fu thought restlessly for a few seconds, he suddenly sat up from his seat.

He ordered the other researchers to process the remaining data, but not to touch the spider monster, and then grabbed his coat from the seat and rushed out.

Can’t wait for this matter.

Inside Mu Jiazang Pavilion.

Shi An looked at the human above his head in disbelief, and asked:

“You, do you recognize the words above?”

Obviously, when the school was translating before, Mu Heng’s speed was always very slow. Why is it that he is not as suffocated as reading ordinary human books?

Mu Heng touched Xiaolong’s back and replied calmly:

“Yes.”

Shi An: “???”

and many more?

Mu Heng: “There is a saying that the use and interpretation of ancient languages ​​is closely related to the magic of the writer, which is why it is so difficult for modern people to interpret ancient classics.”

He lowered his eyes, a pair of blue eyes reflected the silver-white dragon on his knees, and smiled slightly:

“It seems that it is no longer a problem for me, right?”

Shi An: “…”

The scenes of “magic exchanges” with humans came into my mind several times before.

Xiaolong took a breath, his pupils became rounded with fright.

Mu Heng’s eyes fell again.

He did not change his face and added: “But I am not professionally engaged in translation of ancient texts after all, so there are many ways that are still very unfamiliar and difficult to me—”

While talking, the man showed one of the upper pages to the dragon on his knees, with a little smile in his quiet voice:

“Fortunately, there are pictures that can make up for my lack of imagination.”

Shi An: “……………………”

He glanced at the page, his mind buzzed, and he felt that the whole dragon was starting to burn from inside and out.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

“OK.”

Mu Heng looked at Shi’an: “After all, this belongs to you now.”

His eyes were slightly darker, like a dull sea, and his gaze passed over the silvery-white body of the little dragon, with a hint of scorching heat that was hard to ignore.

Shi An was inexplicably cold in his back:

“Also, don’t look at me!”

Mu Heng didn’t answer, but just lowered his eyes faintly, raised his hand and hugged the dragon back into his arms:

“Do you remember what you promised me before?”

“Forget, forgot.” Xiaolong insisted.

“It’s not good to rely on accounts.” Mu Heng smiled shortly.

He looked at Gu, who was pushed not far away, and said: “As described in Chinese, all fantasy languages ​​have magical powers. As long as a promise is made, an invisible contract will be established, but most humans don’t know it, and it’s not that powerful. The magic power of the fantasy species can make how to fulfill their promises.”

Shi An: “…”

He suddenly had an ominous prediction.

In the next second, an invisible force struck.

Shi An’s heart jumped, and the scene in front of him changed suddenly.

It took him two seconds to realize that he had actually turned into a human form, and he was sitting on Mu Heng’s lap at the moment.

The man’s palm was warm and dry, with a thin callus, pressing on his spine, the scorching temperature of humans almost burned that small piece of skin.

Shi An suddenly became stiff.

The boy Mu Heng began to kiss his earlobe, which turned red rapidly, with a low voice and a smile:

“It’s really useful.”

The curve of the young boy’s back is soft and graceful, and his skin is slightly cool, like a handful of melting snow in his hand.

The junction of the tail and the caudal vertebrae is covered with a layer of shallow silvery white scales.

The touched hand is between human skin and dragon scales. It is cold and smooth, with a little stubborn hand, but very flexible.

Next, it is the dragon’s tail.

The next second, Mu Heng’s body shivered sharply in his arms.

Shi An’s head escaped and was buried in the man’s arms. His nose was messy and rapid, only showing two hot and red ear tips.

Mu Heng’s eyes darkened, and his throat rolled subconsciously.

The touch of the dragon’s tail is almost exactly the same as in the memory, like a huge snake, under the scales is an extremely powerful body, and almost no one can deny the powerful power contained in it.

As long as the dragon wants, it can use its powerful tail to break giant trees, destroy mountains, and crush rocks.

However, it is completely different during estrus.

After all, in the world of dragons, the message that the tail can convey is very rich.

In addition to deterrence and attack, it also includes courtship and mating.

The boy in his arms shuddered even harder.

He seemed to want to hide his whole body in Mu Heng’s coat, knowing that this was just pushing himself a step into a more dangerous situation.

The root of the tail trembled slightly.

The tip of the tail rolled around the man’s wrist subconsciously, trying to stop him from moving.

Mu Heng leaned close to Shi An’s ear and said in a low voice:

“Basic knowledge also needs to be practiced in the end, right?”

The man’s palm was hot and scorching hot on the cold and smooth scales, and the rough fingertips scales and the gaps between the scales were groping, looking for the most dense part of the synapses.

“!”

Shi An’s waist softened, and if it hadn’t been supported by Mu Heng, he might have fallen straight down.

He curled up his toes subconsciously, arched up like a shrimp, trembling like leaves in the wind.

“It will be useful in the future.”

Mu Heng kissed Shi’an’s profile, as if doing serious academic research, and concluded with a low smile.

Shi An’s eyes were red, and he retracted his tail forcefully, shivering and saying:

“Enough is enough, you, you said just touch it.”

But he hadn’t pulled back a few inches, and was quickly held again.

Mu Heng: “But this one is not over yet.”

Shi An: “…”

fraud! You humans are big liars!

Time goes by very slowly, every minute and every second is like suffering.

Finally, Mu Heng let go of him.

The moment he was released, the boy immediately changed back to the appearance of a dragon, flapped his wings and flew away from his embrace, squatting on the highest shelf of grievances, a pair of scarlet-gold vertical pupils glowing with tears, watching vigilantly. Evil and despicable human beings not far away.

Mu Heng cast a spell to clean his wet coat.

He sighed regretfully.

This spell is not to force fantasy species to fulfill promises, but to fulfill “contracts”, which are dual.

This also led to the fact that although he could touch the dragon’s tail, he couldn’t do more.

Although he really wanted to do something, the contract must be enforced.

Mu Heng raised his head and looked at the little silver dragon on the top of the falling shelf, coaxing softly:

“How about coming down?”

Shi An: “Don’t.”

Shi An hugged his tail tightly with his somewhat soft claws, and said aggrievedly and fiercely: “I will never let you touch me again!”

The attitude of human beings to admit mistakes is very good:

“Sorry, I was wrong.”

Mu Heng: “Would you like ice cream tonight?”

Shi An: “…”

I want to eat a bit.

But I don’t want to be soft.

Mu Heng: “Speaking of which, one of the pages of Your Excellency Mu Jiazang seems to have a cover inlaid with silver gems and paper made of gold leaf. You might like it.”

The frame overhead was silent for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yinlong hesitated and poked his head out: “Really?”

Mu Heng nodded: “Really.”

He said: “You come down, I will take you to get it.”

At that moment, all the old and new hatreds disappeared, and Shi An almost forgot why he was angry just now.

He flapped his wings, flew down from above the cabinet, and fell into Mu Heng’s arms skillfully:

“Quick, I want to watch!”

Zhuo Fu was put into Mu’s old house.

Like last time, he was led by the devil to walk deep into the house, and it took a long time before he came to the tall brother-style spire.

He knows this side.

This is the Mu’s Tibetan Pavilion, which is almost the core of the entire Mu’s old house, and it is also the most heavily guarded area.

The treasure inside is rich and ancient, too precious to imagine.

Zhuo Fu had begged Mu Heng for many years, but he never lent a copy from it.

There are hidden restrictions almost every step of the way, except for the legal heir of the Mu family, no one dares to approach easily.

Zhuo Fu took a step forward cautiously.

The door of the Tibetan Pavilion slowly opened in front of him.

Mu Heng’s indifferent voice came from it: “Come in.”

After obtaining approval, Zhuo Fu cautiously walked into the Tibetan Pavilion.

Almost everything here satisfies his imagination, whether it is the shelves that are stacked high to the ceiling, the smell of old parchment floating in the air, the prohibition in the dark, and the sharp swords shining with silver light.

An inexplicable solemnity filled his chest.

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath, and Fang looked at the sound.

In front of the stand, Mu Heng was looking for something in one of the grids.

A few books were stacked on a table by the side, and a small silver dragon squatted on it.

Zhuo Fu raised his head and took a look. The restriction floating in the air was light gray, and it seemed that he had been forced to fall asleep.

Shi An jumped twice: “Did you find it?”

Mu Heng pulled out a thick tome with glittery gems on the cover from a corner of the frame.

He handed the dragon: “.”

The prohibition on the top of the head produced a nearly desperate shock, bursting out a ray of red light from the darkness.

The sword placed in the center of the hall buzzed weakly, as if completing the task, but soon gave up the struggle and fell back into the dead silence of passive sabotage.

Mu Heng waved his face unchanged.

In the next second, the forbidden sound disappeared, and the color of the surface turned gray again.

Zhuo Fu: “…”

Is it his illusion?

I always felt like I heard an aggrieved curse.