After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Chapter 31.2

After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up Chapter 31.2

"Wait a sec!”

Shi An took off the backpack and placed it on the seat heavily, making a muffled thunk sound. He unzipped the backpack, took out a package of small biscuits from it, and tore it open.

Shi An handed it over with a sincere face and asked, "Do you want to eat some?"

Wang Li: "..."

The other three group members: "..."

What do you think we’re doing on this trip?

Far away.

The butler stood at the door with a look of relief and melancholy, watching the vehicle become smaller and smaller in his field of vision.

He wiped the corners of his eyes in an unnoticeable manner.

Alas, the child has grown up.

Not only has he made friends, but he was even going on outings with friends.

Oh, it was nice to be young.

*

Zhuo Fu raised his hand, knocked on the door, and walked in.

"The final location of the target mercenary group has been determined, and based on other relevant information, we have finally determined their next target location."

Mu Heng raised his eyes and looked over.

"Talk."

Zhuo Fu flipped the task document in his hand and put it on Mu Heng's desk.

"It was a site of an abyss fissure, from seven or eight years ago. Because the area is not small, the bureau attaches great importance to it, but since it was shut down, no abnormal fluctuations have been detected, so surveillance there has been relaxed."

He frowned in confusion.

"What is that mercenary group doing there?"

During this period of time, the mercenary group had been looking for traces of dragons in various underground intelligence stations and the black market

Could it be that there is something in that fissure that could help them find the dragon?

Zhuo Fu seemed to suddenly think of something and looked at Mu Heng.

"By the way, I remember that the fissure was handled by you? Did you find anything unusual?"

Mu Heng did not answer.

His deep-set eyebrows were lowered, and he glanced at the information on the folder in front of him.

Zhuo Fu has long been used to the other party's indifferent attitude.

He continued, "In short, if this task is to be taken up, it should start today at the latest because the mountain will be closed in a few days. Don't worry about the specific materials, I will talk to the person in charge over there."

Mu Heng nodded, stretched out his hand, and closed the task document in front of him: "Thank you."

Saying that, he stood up and picked up the coat that was on the side.

Zhuo Fu blinked strangely and said, "Eh? Did you change your coat?"

Mu Heng's coat was custom-made to defend against magic discharge and attacks.

Although they were all of the same style, Zhuo Fu could still keenly see that this one seemed to be much newer than the one Mu Heng wore a few days ago.

He couldn't help laughing, "I remember that the last time you lost your coat, it was at the Ability Academy. What happened? You saved a child again?"

Mu Heng put on his jacket with a slight pause.

At that moment, the memory that was not too long passed came back to life again.

There seemed to be a warm and soft touch on his wrist, and an imperceptible itch stayed on that piece of skin, making Mu Heng subconsciously tense up as if he had returned to the helpless few minutes.

Mu Heng's eyes were glacial.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Fu, who was doing nothing behind him, and asked, "I thought you were very busy? How is the research on that sword going?"

Zhuo Fu: "..."

He slumped like an eggplant hit by frost and gritted his teeth unwillingly.

"There must be some ancient magic attached to it, but you won't let me sample..."

Mu Heng sneered and turned to go out.

"Wait, what’s your meaning! Do you look down on me?" Zhuo Fu exclaimed in exasperation.

Mu Heng didn't look back. The office door closed behind him, blocking the other party's voice behind him.

He lowered his eyes indifferently, slipped on the gloves, and pulled them up firmly.

That small patch of skin was tightly covered.

*

Originally, Wang Li was worried that the heavy luggage would slow down Shi An's movements, but what he didn't expect was that before reaching the destination, more than half of the bag, which was still bulging, had deflated.

...He practically ate it all by himself.

Wang Li glanced at Shi An's flat belly in disbelief. He couldn't understand. Could a normal human stomach really hold so many snacks?

"That... don't you want to leave a little bit to eat when you return home?"

Wang Li asked vaguely.

Shi An took a second to open a jelly cup and suddenly looked at Wang Li in horror, "Wait, does that mean I won’t have anything on the return trip?"

Wang Li's mouth twitched.

"That's not what I meant..."

Shi An heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

Wang Li continued, "I mean, aren't you worried about getting stomach pain from eating too much?"

After all, he had seen the other party's glorious deeds of killing eight cups of super-sized ice cream at one time and then going straight to the hospital.

"Don't worry, it was just an accident last time!"

Shi An paused, then continued solemnly: "Besides, I only have the energy to work when I’m full!"

Wang Li: "..."

As long as you were happy…

They hurried on the road for a full eight hours and changed transportation three times before finally reaching their destination.

As soon as he got out of the car, Shi An was caught off guard by the oncoming cold.

The whistling, lingering wind carried thin ice shards and snow, and this mixture cut towards them like a knife blade.

Shi An shivered and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.