After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up - Chapter 108.1

You Humans Are So Strange (1)

What was it like to suddenly discover that the object of your heart’s desire was your long-tracked arch-enemy?

Mu Heng realized that it was hard to define his feelings at that moment.

Shock? Anger? Resentment?

None of them seemed to be there.

To be precise, his mind was completely blank at that moment.

He silently stared fixedly at the young man not far away.

The other party’s golden-red vertical pupils burned with an incessant flame, silver-white scales climbed up his cheeks, and his distinct eyebrows were no longer innocent but carried inhuman treachery and evil.

So beautiful.

Mu Heng heard the long sword at his waist clanging as if responding to the battle of his soul deep inside.

It took him a few seconds to realize that his hand holding the sword was trembling.

It wasn’t anger.

It was a more complex feeling.

Like excitement mixed with the thrill of killing, wrapped in the evil desire as though the bloodline of an ancient murderous dictator rushed through his veins, and every cell in his body trembled, screamed, and whispered.

Mu Heng walked toward the dragon.

The dragon before him was like a burning star, endlessly emitting light and heat outward. The enormous power distorted the space, carrying a destiny-like pull, irresistible like gravity.

The closer he got, the stronger that attraction became.

Mu Heng had no doubt he would not hesitate to stab the longsword into the dragon’s chest then.

Just like he had promised to do.

Cut through the scale armor, pluck open the chest cavity, and slice out the heart.

Only then this beautiful creature would be entirely his possession.

Death was a branding to declare ownership.

However, for some reason, the moment the dragon flew away, Mu Heng hesitated for a moment.

Perhaps it was because of the black-robed man who always kept rambling behind him, or perhaps… there was a face with a smile and a whisper that swept through his mind instantly.

Mu Heng stopped his pace and poured all his killing intent into the tip of his sword, spinning around to kill the black-robed man who was still rambling behind him.

So noisy.

Shut up quickly.

He was saying to the black-robed man but also to some part of his heart.

And even… until he went to the abyss searching for the dragon, Mu Heng did not completely understand what he wanted to do.

He had abandoned the human way of thinking and indulged himself in following the instinctive desire to act, chase, crave, or kill.

The call of the bloodline was so vivid and irresistible.

The closer he got to the dragon, his killing intent grew.

The effect of that black-robed man’s words was evident.

At that moment, Mu Heng realized that the dragon was such a powerful, arrogant, free, unrestrained creature that it would not stay for any human, nor would it belong to anyone.

Mu Heng heard his longsword buzzing and emitting a shrill urging.

Kill it.

Possess it.

Monopolize it.

This was the only way.

Mu Heng stood at the pit’s edge and looked inward, his chest burning with the unquenchable fire of killing.

He pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword.

But, for some reason, he stood there for a long time without moving.

It was as if roots had grown beneath his feet, buried deep beneath the ground, extending downward from where he stood until they could no longer be pulled out.

Time passed gradually and the sky was tinted with sunrise.

A ray of morning light broke through the darkness of the night and rose from below the horizon, falling on the statue-like motionless man.

The golden-red light was like gauze, covering the young man’s white body softly and slowly.

He looked so calm and serene.

Almost with divinity.

Finally, Mu Heng moved.

He moved his legs, one step at a time, toward the bottom of the pit coated in scorched black by the flames, letting the heat that had not yet dissipated burn his skin and make his soles emit a sizzling sound.

The man bent down in the center of the pit.

Even at this time, his right hand always pressed on top of the sword hilt as if in the next second, the water-like cold light would be out of the sheath, silently kissing the other party’s white chest.

Mu Heng reached out his hand.

His black gloves had been burned out of holes, revealing bloody wounds under them.

He pressed it on top of the young man’s neck.

The other side’s pulse was clear and steady, regularly beating as though the fingertips were holding life itself, and with a little force, it could stop forever.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes.

The blood lust tumbled under his eyes.

However, it was soon replaced by another desire.

He let go of the sword hilt little by little and leaned down to embrace the young man in his arms.

The man lowered his head, and his blood-stained lips fell on the other person’s pale-cold forehead like affection, love, lust, and possession.

The dragon is mine.

Shi An was brought back to the old Mu family residence by him.

Wen Yao always held a disapproving approach to this matter. She believed the dragon’s existence to the entire human race was a threat that could not be ignored, a time bomb that could explode at any time, which contained unstable factors that were too dangerous as no one could guarantee that the dragon had no hostility toward humans.

Putting the lives of tens of millions of innocent people on top of the kindness of the other race?

This was something that Wen Yao could not do.

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