The little dragon gave him a not-so-gentle whip with its tail and grunted softly. (1)
Mu Heng calmly lowered his eyes and continued to move obediently.
From head to tail, it was not light, heavy, hurried, or slow, following the scales and stroking them repeatedly.
The little dragon hummed twice, flopping limply in his arms, a pair of golden-red eyes half squinted, the tail wagging. It looked happy enough to ascend to heaven.
Wen Yao: “…”
Zhuo Fu: “…”
They could not understand it anymore.
The two were like pillars standing in the sunlight, neither entering nor retreating.
At this moment, in the shadow behind, two magic puppets pushing chairs glided silently and placed them quietly behind Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu, leaving quietly after that.
Mu Heng put the ancient book in his hand on the table upside down. “Take a seat.”
The two humans sat down.
“What do you want from me?” Mu Heng asked slowly and methodically.
Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu fell into silence.
“…”
Well, that was a good question.
Finally, after a few seconds, Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and looked at the little silvery-white dragon on Mu Heng’s lap, holding his breath slightly as if he was afraid of waking something up, and broke the silence with a careful tone.
“I-Is this the… dragon?”
Although Zhuo Fu already knew the answer in his heart, he couldn’t help but want to ask repeatedly to confirm.
This little silver dragon lay pampered in a human’s arms as if it was as delicate and lovely as a doll…
Was this the bio-nuclear bomb that flattened an entire abyssal rift that night?
Mu Heng slightly curled his knuckles and scratched the dragon’s chin. The little silver dragon happily raised its neck and put its head in the other’s hands.
He gave a calm “mm.”
He wasn’t aware of how gentle his voice was.
“… Shi-Shi An?” Zhuo Fu repeatedly and cautiously confirmed.
Shi An turned his head in the direction where the voice came from, a pair of golden-red pupils belonging to the dragon species glowing in the sunlight as beautiful and cruel as the flames.
Even under the scorching sun, Zhuo Fu still couldn’t help but shiver and had the urge to back away.
His mind subconsciously flashed back to the image of that day.
The vertical pupils burned like hellish fire, the dragon flames rushing to destroy the earth, the terrifying heat that pounced in front of him.
“Hi!”
The palm-sized dragon wagged the tip of its tail and greeted him in a friendly manner.
Zhuo Fu: “…”
… Something seemed wrong.
While Zhuo Fu doubted his life, Wen Yao never said a word.
She carefully watched the man and dragon before her, eyes slightly squinting. Her body maintained a tense state, always ready to deal with any sudden situation.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Wen Yao looked at Mu Heng and slowly spoke. “Sir, the Bureau has been considering every possible method to contact you recently. May I ask what you are planning to do next?”
Mu Heng tapped the spine of the book with his fingertips and said, “Wait.”
Wait?
For what?
The two people in front of him were stunned, subconsciously glancing at each other while seeing the doubt in each other’s eyes.
Mu Heng unhurriedly stroked the dragon’s spine and said, “I will hand the recent external matters to you guys. Remember to report to me if there’s any abnormal situation.”
As he spoke, the dragon in his arms seemed to think of something and jerked his head up suddenly.
“Aiya!”
Wen Yao suddenly jolted and subconsciously reached for her waist.
“It’s time!”
Only to hear Shi An exclaim and hurriedly break free from Mu Heng’s palm. He fluttered his wings and quickly flew towards the room, not coming out again.
Wen Yao’s face was a bit frozen.
She paused and withdrew her hand.
Zhuo Fu twisted his head to look in the direction where the dragon flew in, slightly confused about the current situation.
“T-This is…”
Mu Heng lowered his head, scanned his wristwatch, and faintly said, “The drama he’s chasing has been updated.”
Zhuo Fu: “…”
Damn, why did it feel like this dragon lived a happier life than him?
He also wanted to catch up with his dramas in broad daylight!
Wen Yao looked firmly at where the dragon had disappeared and exhaled a breath.
“Sir, you know I respect your decision.”
The strict female deputy wrinkled her brows as she looked at Mu Heng and finally, with difficulty, voiced the doubts she had pent up in her mind for a long time.
“But regarding the dragon’s issue, I don’t understand you–”
Before she could finish her words, she was lightly interrupted by Mu Heng, “That’s enough.”
Wen Yao’s heart shuddered as she hung her head under the other party’s gaze.
“I will be fully responsible for the dragon.”
The silver-haired man’s voice was calm but carried a vague sense of strong oppression. “You don’t need to worry about the rest.”
Wen Yao replied, “… Yes.”
Next, Zhuo Fu briefly reported the latest achievements within the lab to Mu Heng.
He handed the report to Mu Heng and said, “The magical composition in Shi An’s blood sample is completely different from that dragon flame sample we once captured from the mercenaries. The molecular structure doesn’t match up with any known dragon types in the database.”
Mu Heng said, “What do you mean?”
Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and shook his head. “I can’t confirm it. The known information is too few for now–”
Unexpectedly, he did not ask Mu Heng for a sample this time.
Zhuo Fu paused, raised his hand to rub his messy hair irritably, and looked at Mu Heng as if he had made up his mind. “By the way, that… remember to help me say thank you to Shi An.”
Mu Heng raised his eyebrows. “Mm?”
Zhuo Fu’s face showed a rare earnestness. “Thank you that he was willing to save me that day.”
After the two left, Mu Heng scanned the report in his hand a few times and left it on the table.
He picked up the ancient book he had just read and turned toward the room.
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