After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Chapter 85.1

Was the Dragon Holding Him in Captivity? (1)

Shi An was currently focusing on making his new nest more comfortable.

He loved to bury himself in shiny golden things, but unfortunately, he couldn’t find anything like that right now, so he had to use these dried grasses to make his nest for the time being.

Looking at the cave covered with straw in front of him, Shi An’s mood fell to the bottom again.

He originally thought he could replace it, but…

It was not the same at all.

It was bright and golden outside under the sun, but after putting it in the dark cave, how did it become…

So shabby?

Shi An was very unhappy.

Shattered images and memory fragments emerged in his mind.

An empty, dilapidated cave, the snowflakes falling into the ruins, a man’s short fingers on the flashing elven ring, the gold and silver jewelry that belonged to him piling up in the warehouse, the precious gems displayed in the presentation sheet.

Humans…

… Thieves!

The sunlight spilled in from the hole overhead, falling on the silver-white spine of the dragon as if winding down a river of glittering light.

The red-gold vertical pupils were slightly narrowed and the bottom of the eyes flickered with some restless and terrifying shade, like a blazing fire casting a shadow that brought a sense of tyrannical oppression.

Mu Heng fixedly examined the dragon in front of him.

He leaned on the side with his fingers clenched but empty palm, a vague wave of magic brewing silently, muscles tense, eyes deep and cold, unable to see what he was thinking.

The dragon turned its head and looked in Mu Heng’s direction.

The slender man stood in the corner of the cave, with flowing silver hair and blue jade eyes.

His face was indifferent, but his body language was alert and defensive, like a bowstring ready to fire.

Surprisingly, the flickering fire in the depths of the dragon’s vertical pupils faded and the golden-red eyes shone like some glazed gem.

It wagged the tip of its tail happily.

Ah, shiny.

So beautiful.

The anger just now was instantly forgotten.

Shi An leaned down and stretched his tail, habitually trying to wrap his arms around the man’s waist and drag him to his side.

However, before his tail touched the other party, cracks of the air’s magic fluctuation emitted a clang. A sharp silver-white blade sliced down violently, landing on top of the scales of the dragon’s tail with a crisp metallic impact.

The tip of his tail bounced away.

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at his opponent coldly.

Shi An looked at the human before him and then at Mu Heng’s sword that had bounced off of it.

Why?

Obviously…

He vaguely remembered that the human before him did seem to hate being wrapped around his tail.

Shi An sat bitterly at the bottom of the cave, deep in thought.

Mu Heng gazed at the giant dragon, his voice low and hoarse, and slowly spoke. “What is your purpose?”

He was clear that the giant dragon understood him.

The huge beast in front of him was not an ordinary magical creature but a fantasy species that could take human form. Although their traces had disappeared from the continent for a long time, it was impossible for the dragon not to understand human language after hiding in human society for so long without giving off the slightest hint of their existence.

The silvery white dragon blinked and looked as if it understood.

In the next second, it unfolded the wings on its back.

“Whus–”

Countless golden-yellow hay was swept up by the gale and fluttered at the bottom of the cave.

Mu Heng had to squint his eyes to make out the dragon’s figure.

It flew towards the cave entrance overhead and disappeared instantly, leaving only the quietly falling straw and half of the clear, blue sky.

Mu Heng: “…”

Understood a damn.

However, the departure of the giant dragon was a chance.

Mu Heng collected his thoughts and surveyed the magical barrier that trapped him.

He pressed his palm into the air, slowly touched it, and then slightly frowned.

Such a spell should have been lost long ago.

Although it was condensed from magic, no magical power fluctuation could be felt before touching it, which meant that it could not be broken from the inside.

Then, violent destruction–

“Bang!”

The sharp blade and the air wall fiercely collided together, emitting a sound like gold and stone striking against each other, echoing in the large empty cavern with layers of humming for a long time.

However, nothing happened.

Mu Heng covered his vaguely painful ribs, forcing the taste of blood back into his mouth, and he frowned.

No surprise.

It was not working.

He gave up on breaking through the barrier and instead began exploring this barrier’s end.

The air wall stretched upward against the stone wall, seemingly to prevent Mu Heng from damaging the rock wall or leaving through the hole above his head.

However, there was more than one exit path.

The cave was a hollowed-out peak and there were also several large and small caves near the ground that led to the outside, with a whirring cold wind pouring in from outside and curling up the corners of his robe.

Mu Heng tentatively walked toward the outside of the cave.

It was not blocked.

He walked smoothly to the outside of the cave.

There were huge barren mountains surrounding him, with walls of thousands of feet and steep, straight edges, and dead silence as far as the eye could see; only the sound of the wind reverberating between the peaks could be heard, and not a single trace of human activity could be seen.

Mu Heng kept going outward.

Until a new air barrier blocked his way.

Thus, he changed direction and walked along the edge of the invisible wall–

After ten minutes, Mu Heng raised his eyes, and the cave he had just left reappeared.

Mu Heng: “…”

Although the space to move around was wide and ample, indoors and outdoors, it did not change the fact that he could not leave this nearby area.

He was silent for a few seconds and then raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

So…

Was the dragon holding him in captivity?

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