After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The Familiar Tail (2)

The two teams of approaching mercenaries had already come into position and were only waiting for the leader to give the word to attack together.

The team leader slowly raised his hand.

But before he could give the order, all that could be heard was an unfamiliar voice from inside the tent.

“… You guys are very noisy.”

The voice was childish and clean, grumbling softly.

The team leader froze.

Even though he hadn’t seen Mu Heng in person, he was very clear that the voice speaking was in no way coming from Mu Heng.

Could it be that they were chasing the wrong person? Or… did Mu Heng have another companion?

Shi An looked down at Mu Heng at his side.

Even in his unconsciousness, the man still felt the presence of a strong murderous aura, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, his silvery-white eyelashes twitching slightly as if he was struggling to wake up.

Shi An used his fingertips to rub Mu Heng’s brow flat.

Shi An lifted the tent curtain and poked his head out, saying in a soft voice, “Be a little quieter. You will wake the wounded person if you go on like this.”

The mercenaries looked through the gap between the curtains and saw Mu Heng’s trademark silver hair.

He was truly here!

And more importantly, Mu Heng looked like he was severely injured and had fallen into a coma.

The other man looked completely defenseless… This was simply the perfect opportunity!

The mercenary leader was overjoyed and his hand that gave the order fell sharply.

–Do it!

The mercenaries on either side of the tent suddenly attacked, their sharp blades cutting through the tent, revealing a snowy, sharp, cold glint as they struck with lightning speed!

“I’ve said it already…”

The teenager’s voice was still soft, trailing slightly as if he were whining. “You guys are too noisy.”

Flames flared up abruptly the moment his words fell.

“AHHHHHHH!” Miserable screams rang out as they were engulfed in the next instant.

The blazing flames engulfed the human bodies. The scarlet water snakes were controlled with extreme precision. All the enemies had been turned into blackened residual ashes in the blink of an eye, but the tents on the side were not even half scorched.

… Such a terrifying killing power and fearsome control.

All the mercenaries froze.

Even if they were beaten to death, they did not expect the soft-looking young man before them to be so powerful.

How could it be that they had never heard the name of such a fire wielder on the continent?

Shi An lowered his head and glanced toward his palm, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

Sure enough, his strength had advanced by a large margin after the dragon molt had all been absorbed.

Although he was still far from being at his peak, he was still more than capable of dealing with these people.

Suddenly, he frowned fiercely.

…Weird.

Shi An took two steps back and lost interest in continuing the fight.

He waved at the skeleton horse hiding in the snow and wind in the distance. “They’re yours.”

The undead species let out a neigh of excitement and swooped down towards the crowd that reeked of blood and flesh before it.

Harsh screams cut through the snowy night.

But Shi An hung his head somewhat distractedly as if he didn’t hear any of it.

Sensing something wrong, the demon insect came over and quizzically questioned him, “My lord, what’s wrong?”

Shi An seemed to abruptly pull himself out of his delirious state as he froze, looked down at his palms, and then slowly shook his head.

“… Nothing.”

Very quickly, the skeleton horse, having drunk its fill of blood, came over in the direction of the tent, ethereal blue flames fluttering insatiably in its eyes, leaving a long trail of bloody footprints the size of a bowl after its hooves hit the snow, and it snorted, dropping its head meekly.

Shi An appeared to have returned to normal.

He patted the skeleton horse’s head and said, “Let’s go. We have a mountain to cross.”

The unconscious Mu Heng was placed on the horse’s back and they set off again as they had done earlier.

In the blanket of wind and snow, no matter how far they went, it seemed as if they were still walking in place and striding forward in this way gradually became a mechanical subconscious effort.

Shi An kept his head down and walked on without saying a word.

… Strange.

His head was dizzy.

A strange sensation never felt before was fighting inside his torso, cold at one moment and hot at another as if his mind and body had been split hard in two or as if some unknown and strange impulse was screaming and brewing in the depths of his soul, silently urging him to reach out and seize, to plunder, to get–

But… to get what?

He didn’t know.

Shi An frowned a little in confusion, blinking sluggishly and slowly.

A light flush climbed up his cheeks like a burning peach cloud, and his dark, clear eyes were covered with a layer of foggy water mist, with slightly lax vision, looking extraordinarily naive and dazed.

… Truly strange.

Shi An tried to come up with some reason in his dizzy head, but it was as if he was searching for a thread in a knotted ball of wool, fumbling for half a day and still coming up empty.

A little… painful.

So uncomfortable.

Shi An tripped over his left foot and accidentally stumbled in the snow. He might have fallen headfirst into the snow if he hadn’t reached out to hold onto the skeleton horse on one side.

“My… my lord…” Demon insect’s trembling voice rang out behind him.

Shi An shook his head and said vaguely, “I’m okay.”

“N-Not this… B-Behind you…”

Shi An craned his head suspiciously to look behind.

–A large, familiar tail appeared in his slightly blurred vision.

“…”

Shi An blinked sluggishly.

The dragon tail behind him waved subconsciously, its silvery-white scales shining brightly and brilliantly in the heavy snow.

“…”