After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

“You’re Not Allowed to Touch Me!” (2)

After a long time, the silence was finally broken.

Only the man’s low and cold voice rang out, echoing in the cave, “What injury did you suffer from?”

His eyes were a dark blue, appearing as if they were a bottomless lake of ice. “Why do you need my help to heal your injury?”

Shi An maintained his apparent majesty and composure.

“Human, you’re too nosy.”

He fanned the wings behind him. “In the end, do you agree to it or not?”

Mu Heng stared intensely at the dragon before him, his finger bones clenching slightly.

In normal circumstances, he would never be able to agree to such a deal, but…

A young man’s vivid face swept by in the depths of his mind.

The man’s eyes deepened slightly.

Although the other side’s strength would not get him into trouble as the time lengthened, the strong sense of urgency to confirm the other person’s safety rose in his heart. In the past few days, it burned him internally, making him highly irritable and restless.

After a long time, Mu Heng took a deep breath, and his voice was quiet and cold. “Naturally.”

Shi An sighed in relief.

Although he seemed confident of victory on the surface, his heart was a bit mixed. After all, he was not quite sure about Mu Heng’s attitude toward dragons. If it were the kind of “I refuse to cooperate with an evil creature like you even if I die,” then it would be much more challenging.

Mu Heng said, “So, how can I–”

But before he could finish his words, he saw the dragon standing at the mouth of the cave fanning its wings and slowly flying down. The further down, the smaller it became, and when it landed in front of Mu Heng, it looked only a little bit bigger.

Mu Heng was stunned, the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

The little dragon before him shone with silvery light, the scales on its body fine and exquisite.

Even if the wings behind it spread, they were only half a meter long at most. Its tail was thin and pointed, with a pair of large and round golden-red vertical pupils. It was more like an expensive handicraft or doll than a horrible creature that could devour everything with its flames.

The dragon crawled into Mu Heng’s arms on its own.

It plowed through the man’s coat and spun around, pressed on it with its claws, found a comfortable position to lie down, let its cold body cling to the other side’s burning, firm chest, wrapped its tail around its body, and balled itself up.

Mu Heng stiffened. “…”

Every inch of muscle in his body was tense and all his energy was hanging on the verge of exploding at the threshold, like a bowstring poised to strike.

The little silver dragon commanded solemnly, “Human, you’re not allowed to move.”

After saying that, it yawned, rested its chin on the tip of its claws, and closed its eyes.

Soon, the cave was silent and only the monotonous sound of the air flowing outside the mountain peak could be faintly heard.

Mu Heng did not seem to have returned to his senses.

Slowly, almost incredulously, he lowered his head and looked down into his arms.

The dragon was solidly pressed into his arms, bringing an extremely real, completely infeasible heaviness.

The solid, cold touch of dragon scales came through the thin layer of fabric and the undulation of the other party’s back and steady breathing could be vaguely felt.

Mu Heng: “…”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes firmly but could not expel that heavy sense of absurdity from his mind.

So, the purpose of this dragon from the beginning to the end was…

To sleep in his arms?

Shi An rubbed the stiff, taut chest of the human below and buried his head.

The warmth of human body heat enveloped him and the familiar cold breath came over him, making him feel very comfortable.

Shi An closed his eyes and began concentrating on the gray magic inside his body.

Sure enough, when touching Mu Heng’s skin, this stubborn and unabsorbable magic power tended to soften and disperse, and he gradually made a breakthrough little by little.

Shi An could feel that entire process.

It was like a long dried riverbed continuously wetting and a tiny stream trickled into an empty valley.

This feeling was subtle and slow, but Shi An could sense that he was getting more powerful with Mu Heng’s help.

However, he wondered if it was his illusion…

Shi An always felt that with the increase in magic power, a strange heat seemed to be faintly spreading in his body…

But once he checked it out carefully, that feeling disappeared again.

So strange.

***

After a long time, twilight began to fall.

Mu Heng felt the dragon in his arms move and open his eyes.

The little silver dragon said in a solemn tone, “Human, many thanks for your help.”

He flapped his wings and flew out of Mu Heng’s arms.

Mu Heng glanced toward his arms and inexplicably felt some… emptiness in them where the dragon had been.

He frowned and suppressed this strange emotion.

Shi An changed back to his average size.

He thought for a moment, hung his head, and asked in an ancient, low voice. “Do you have anything you want to eat? I can get it for you.”

Mu Heng: “…”

He never thought that a dragon would ever ask him this question.

The man glanced at the supplies piled up into a small mountain not far away, then said calmly with no expression on his face. “I think I’ll be needing anything else anymore.”

That was true.