After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up - Chapter 109.1

We Won’t be Silenced, Right? (1)

Mu Heng: “…”

It was a direction he couldn’t have imagined.

He lowered his head, looked at the tiny dragon lying on his lap, paused, and reached out his hand with some hesitation.

The dragon’s spine was cold and smooth, and the tiny scales shone with a silvery shimmer in the sunlight. Touching it was like coming into contact with some sort of precious jade.

Mu Heng followed the scales and worked his way from the dragon’s head to the tip of its tail.

Again and again.

The human palm’s burning temperature warmly covered the spine.

The little dragon comfortably stamped its hind claws, gradually splaying out its body as its entire body sprawled softly on his lap.

It even rolled over obediently so the other party could touch his belly.

Mu Heng: “…”

He tentatively scratched the dragon’s belly with his fingertips.

The scales in this area were much softer than the ones on the spine, carrying a cold and soft feeling.

“Aww, owwwwww.”

The little dragon squinted its eyes and rolled lazily. A happy purr sounded deep in its throat.

Mu Heng: “…”

For some reason, the black flames that had been continuously burning and spreading in his heart for these past few days suddenly calmed down. He felt rare…

Happiness.

He thought about it, reached out from his pocket, and pulled out his phone, ordering a chocolate parfait.

An extra-large portion.

***

The dragon’s existence was eventually no longer a secret.

The entire continent was now in chaos.

The Bureau not only had to talk things over with the district governors, negotiate, take over the authority, and block the news to prevent civilian panic, but also had to release all the guard posts to search for traces of dragons throughout the continent.

At the same time, all the academic towers on the continent began emergency meetings, trying to find traces of dragons in those dusty stacks of papers.

Before this turn of events, only Mu Heng and a handful of higher-ups in the Bureau knew about it.

Now, almost all the leaders of the division knew about it.

The first person they thought of was Mu Heng.

Mu Heng was the number one powerhouse among humans and the only bloodline of the famous dragon-slaying family. No one knew how many ancient books about dragons were kept in the library inside the Mu family’s main residence and whether there were any spells or props that could hurt dragons. They only knew that if anyone could solve this crisis about dragons, it would be him.

Whether it was the Department of Investigation, the Department of Logistics, the Department of Data, or even the Department of Theory, they all frantically tried to get in touch with Mu Heng.

However, there was no news from Mu Heng for three days as if he had disappeared into thin air.

If they couldn’t contact Mu Heng, they had to contact his deputy, Wen Yao.

The frequent ringing of the communicator made Wen Yao overwhelmed.

However, Wen Yao knew full well how arbitrary her chief was. As long as he didn’t want to be found by anyone, he wouldn’t answer any calls, no matter how important they were.

After thinking about it, Wen Yao could only find Zhuo Fu.

“Have you heard from the chief in the past few days?” she asked straightforwardly.

The white coat on Zhuo Fu seemed like it hadn’t been changed for a few days and looked wrinkled.

He shrugged his shoulders. “No.”

She narrowed her eyes slightly. “Really?”

“Aiyo, my aunt! Why would I lie to you about this?”

Zhuo Fu scratched his messy hair. The circles under his eyes were blue and black, looking like he had been punched in each of his two eye sockets.

“I’m not going to lie to you. I would like to contact your chief as well.”

“Do you still remember that sample of Dragon Flame we seized from the mercenaries earlier?”

Wen Yao nodded her head.

Zhuo Fu tapped the test tube and information to Wen Yao. “In these few days, I researched that drop of dragon blood and its magic composition is almost entirely different.”

He wiped his face and said, “But I’m not sure what is going on. The samples are too few and your chief is not cooperative, refusing to give me any samples!”

Zhuo Fu looked at Wen Yao as if he was looking at a savior and begged.

“I’m begging you. Please persuade your chief to give me one more drop!”

Wen Yao: “…”

She honestly didn’t understand what exactly Mu Heng wanted now.

He didn’t appear to be planning to slaughter the dragon or hand it over, much less let Zhuo Fu research it.

Could it be that he merely wanted to keep it?

Wen Yao pondered for a few seconds. “When was the last time you saw Chief Mu?”

Zhuo Fu froze. It seemed that the memories of the previous days were slowly awakened here.

“Oh… seems to be three days ago. At that time, it seemed the dragon woke up?”

“The dragon has woken up?” Wen Yao’s expression became grave.

This was a big deal.

Not only did the dragon’s background represent uncontrollable power and danger, but it also became the target of all the powers on this continent.

It was a living explosive barrel.

No one knew when it would explode, whether it would be ignited externally or go out of control internally.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Zhuo Fu touched the back of his head, his voice weakening. “I forgot.”

Wen Yao made an instant decision and jumped to her feet. “Let’s go.”

“Huh? Where to go?” Zhuo Fu looked dumbly at the other party’s back.

Wen Yao’s voice came from in front. “Mu family’s residence.”

***

On the first day, Shi An played games all day.

He had not played games for a long time.

To be precise, he had not touched it since the incident at the Ability Academy.

Although he loved treasures, Shi An had little concept of money. Either they were paper or virtual numbers. They had no meaning to a dragon.

And the Shi family was very stingy in giving him living expenses, basically only enough to pay for basic daily expenses.

Shi An used to ask Lin Yanming to borrow game consoles.

When he saw the latest, complete set of top-quality game consoles, Shi An’s eyes widened in disbelief. He asked, “A-Are these all for me?”

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, used his fingertips to scratch the little dragon’s chin, and gave a faint “hm.”

“You are very kind.” The little silver dragon’s eyes became teary.

Mu Heng: “…”

His eyes lingered on the little dragon’s body for a moment, then averted his gaze as if nothing had happened. “Mm.”

Shi An still needed clothes.

The selection, order, and delivery took no more than a few hours back and forth.

Shi An happily flew over and tore open the box with his claws.

On the inside were golden, colorful, incomparably flashy clothes, shining brightly in the light and dazzling the dragon.

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