{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 118

 Like a tape recorder finally playing, the spider stopped talking.

The entire institute fell into dead silence.

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

He grabbed the collar of the researcher at the side, breathing rapidly, and his voice was tense: "Did you record everything just now?" The researcher

was taken aback by him:

"Yes, of course."

into the database.

"Call it out quickly!" Zhuo Fu ordered.

"Yes, yes!" The researcher stammered, "But it may take a while..."

"As soon as possible!"

The researcher trotted all the way to adjust the backup.

Zhuo Fu walked back and forth in front of the incubator anxiously.

If his guess is correct, the recording that the spider spit out just now is very likely to be the initiator of these recent visions, probably after creating the gap where the purple mist escapes, This broken conversation happened to be recorded by a nearby mutant monster.

The research institute has not come back yet, Zhuo Fu can't wait any longer.

He rushed to the incubator in a stride:

"Quick, say it again."

The spider stared at him with eight black eyes, opened its mouth, and let out a familiar scream:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ah, forgive me!"

Zhuo Fu: "..."

This stupid thing is really useless.

Forget it, I'll wait.

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

Zhuofu paid full attention, listening to this voice over and over again, scribbling and scribbling something in his notebook.

After a long time, he stopped and hurriedly called Mu Heng.

No one answered two calls in a row.

Zhuo Fu pondered restlessly for a few seconds, then suddenly sat up from his seat.

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

This thing can't wait.

Inside the Mu Family Tibetan Pavilion.

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

"You, do you even know the words on it?"

Obviously, when the school was translating before, Mu Heng's speed was always very slow, why now it seems like reading an ordinary human book? The same without the slightest suffocation?

Mu Heng touched Xiaolong's back, and calmly replied:

"Yes."

Shi An: "???"

Wait?

Mu Heng: "There is a saying that the use and interpretation of ancient languages ​​is closely related to the magic power of the writers, which is why it is so difficult for modern people to interpret ancient books." He lowered his eyes, a pair of blue pupils reflected

the The silver-white little dragon smiled slightly:

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

Shi An: "..."

The scenes of "magic power exchange" with humans several times before flooded into my mind .

Xiaolong gasped, his pupils became round with fright.

Mu Heng's gaze fell again.

He added without changing his face: "But I am not a professional translator of ancient texts after all, so many methods are still very unfamiliar and difficult to me--" The man

showed one of the pages on his lap while talking. Xiaolong, 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 buzzing. One, Jueji's entire dragon began to burn from inside and outside.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He flew up from Mu Heng's lap, spread his wings and lay on his stomach, screaming: "I regret it, I regret it! You are not allowed to look!" "Okay.

"

Mu Heng looked at Shi An: "After all, this book belongs to you now."

His eyes were slightly darker, like the surface of a dark sea, and his eyes flicked across Xiaolong's silver-white body with a bit of scorching heat that was hard to ignore. mean.

Shi An's back was inexplicably cold:

"Yeah, don't even look at me!"

Mu Heng didn't answer, but just lowered his eyes lightly, raised his hand and hugged Long back into his arms:

"Do you remember what you promised me before?"

" Forget, forget." Xiaolong insisted.

"Repudiation is not good." Mu Heng smiled shortly.

He looked at Gu who was pushed not far away, and said: "It is described in the book that all fantasy language has magic power. As long as a promise is made, an invisible contract will be established, but most human beings don't know it, and they are not that powerful. The magical power can make fantasy species how to fulfill their promises."

Shi An: "..."

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

In the next second, an invisible force struck.

Shi An's heart skipped a beat, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It took him two seconds to realize that Ji had turned into a human form and was sitting on Mu Heng's lap at this moment.

The man's palm was warm and dry, with a little callus. Pressing on his back, the scorching human temperature almost made that small piece of skin burn.

Shi An froze all over.

The young Mu Heng began to kiss his earlobe, which turned red quickly, and his voice was hoarse with a smile:

"It really works."

The curve of the young man's back was soft and graceful, and his skin was slightly cool, like a handful of snow that was about to melt in his hands.

The junction of the tail and the caudal vertebra is covered with a layer of silver-white shallow scales.

The hand feels between human skin and dragon scales, cold and smooth, a little harsh, but very flexible.

Next, it is the dragon's tail.

In the next second, Mu Heng's body in his arms trembled violently.

Shi An escaped and buried his head in the man's arms, his breath was chaotic and rapid, only the tips of his two hot and red ears were exposed.

Mu Heng's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled subconsciously.

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

If a dragon wants to, it can use its powerful tail to snap off giant trees, destroy mountains, and crush rocks.

However, it's completely different when you're in love.

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

In addition to deterrence and aggression, it also includes courtship and copulation.

The boy in his arms trembled even more.

He seemed to wish he could hide his whole body in Mu Heng's overcoat, completely unaware that doing so would only push him a step further into a more dangerous situation.

The base of the tail trembled slightly.

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

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

"The basic knowledge needs to be practiced in the end, right?"

The man's palm was scorching hot and pressed against the cold and smooth scales, the rough finger pulp scales and the gap between the scales. Groping through the gap, looking for the part with the most dense synapses.

"!"

Shi An's waist softened, if it wasn't for being supported by Mu Heng, he might have fallen straight down.

He subconsciously curled his toes, arched his body like a shrimp, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"It will be useful in the future."

Mu Heng kissed Shi An's side face, as if doing serious academic research, and concluded with a low smile.

Shi An's eyes were red, he retracted his tail forcefully, and said tremblingly:

"Enough is enough, you, you said before that you only touch it.

" Hold it.

Mu Heng: "But this is not over yet."

Shi An: "..."

Liar! You humans are all big liars!

The passage of time is very slow, and every minute and every second is like suffering.

Finally, Mu Heng let go of him.

The moment he was released, the young man immediately changed back into the form of a dragon, flapped his wings and flew away from his embrace, squatting aggrieved and squatting on the highest shelf, his pair of red-gold vertical pupils glistening with tears, watching vigilantly. Evil and vile humans are not far away.

Mu Heng cast a spell to clean his wet coat.

He sighed regretfully.

This spell is not to force the phantom species to fulfill its promise, but to fulfill the "contract", and such things as contracts are double.

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, looked at the little silver dragon on the top floor of the shelf, and coaxed softly:

"Come down, okay?"

Shi An: "No."

Shi An hugged his tail tightly with his weak paws, and said aggrievedly and fiercely: "I Don't let you touch me again!"

Human beings have a very good attitude of admitting mistakes:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Mu Heng: "Do you want ice cream tonight?"

Shi An: "..."

I want to eat it.

But I don't want to give in.

Mu Heng: "Speaking of which, one of the books under the Mujiazang Pavilion seems to have a cover inlaid with silver gems and paper made of gold leaf. You may like it." The shelf above the head was silent for a few seconds

.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yinlong poked his head out hesitantly: "Really?" Mu

Heng nodded: "Really."

He said: "Come down, I will take you to get it."

All the old grudges disappeared, Shi An almost forgot why he was angry just now.

He flapped his wings, flew down from the top of the cabinet, and landed skillfully into Mu Heng's arms:

"Quick, I want to see!"

Zhuo Fu was put into Mu's old house.

Just like last time, he was led by the puppet into the depths of the house, and after a long time of turning and turning, he came to the tall Gothic spire.

He knows this recipe.

This is the hidden pavilion of the Mu family. It is almost the core of the entire Mu family's old house, and it is also the most heavily guarded area.

The treasure inside is rich and ancient, so precious that it is unimaginable.

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

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

Zhuo Fu stepped forward cautiously.

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

Mu Heng's cold and indifferent voice came from inside: "Come in."

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

Almost everything here satisfied his imagination, whether it was the shelves stacked high up to the ceiling, or the smell of old parchment floating in the air, the restriction in the darkness, and the bright long sword shining with silver lights.

An inexplicable solemnity filled his chest.

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

Mu Heng stood in front of the frame, looking for something in one of the frames.

There are several books stacked on the table at the side, and a little silver dragon is squatting on it.

Zhuo Fu raised his head and took a look, the prohibition suspended in mid-air was light gray, as if he had been forced to fall into a deep sleep.

Shi An jumped twice: "Have you found it?"

Mu Heng took out a thick tome with a cover inlaid with sparkling gems from a corner of the shelf.

He handed the dragon: "."

The ban on the top of his head shook almost desperately, and a ray of red light burst out from the gray darkness.

The sword placed in the center of the hall hummed weakly, as if it had completed the task, but soon gave up struggling and fell into the dead silence of passive sabotage.

Mu Heng waved his hand without changing his face.

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

Zhuo Fu: "..."

Was it his illusion?

I always felt as if I heard an indignant curse.