No way to repay for saving your life when ......?

Chapter 37

Most dragons will go through one to three molts in their lifetime, and after a short period of weakness, their strength will increase dramatically. The more noble the bloodline, the stronger the dragon, the more times and the longer the molts.

After a long period of research and observation, the skin changing period of fire dragon is twice, black dragon is once, and rock dragon is once ......

No data is available for the Abyssal Dragon.

-- Excerpts from the Mujahideen Handbook]

Shi An was deep in thought as she stared at the huge, pitch-black dragon in front of her.

Since breaking his shell, he had never seen out any other abyssal dragon other than himself.

Therefore, Shi An didn't know how many times the Abyssal Dragon should molt to reach the peak of its strength, most of the dragons would molt three times at most, plus after he moulted for three times, he entered a period of stability of his strength that lasted for ten thousand years, so he had always thought that he, like the other dragons, would molt only three times and that would be enough.

So, the 50,000 years he slept, he was actually molting?

Shi An seemed to suddenly think of something, and looked down at her palms.

The faint light of snow spilled in from the distance.

The palm of her slender hand opened, and a silvery-white film slowly floated from her fingertips to the center of her palm, reflecting metallic glints on the tiny delicate scales.

Could it be that ......

It wasn't actually fading due to lack of strength, but rather scales that grew back after he molted?

Was the human Shi An's summoning actually successful because it happened by mistake to coincide with his fourth molt?

That's why he was trapped in this human form during his weak period.

Shi An winked.

Though he'd never experienced such a long, strange molting period before, ...... there should be similarities between this time and before, right?

Like--

Shi An slowly came forward, carefully opened his mouth, and took a corner of his scale.

So choked!

Shi An frowned and yuked it out, a look of disappointment on her face.

What? So this time the molted skin actually can't be eaten?

It used to be clearly edible every time!

The clanging sound of a sharp weapon striking the rock wall came from behind them, and the huge impact caused by the fluctuation of magic power echoed through the cave, becoming clearer and clearer.

Although the hardness of the rock wall was indeed extraordinary, I'm afraid that it wouldn't last long under the constant high intensity attacks.

Shi An sighed.

It's time to go.

He raised his own palm, covered in brand new scales, and gave the head of the dragon molt in front of him a final lingering pat.

-- but it swooped down.

Eh?

Shi An was stunned and looked up.

The huge, pitch-black dragon body that was as tall as a small mountain, as if fading, transformed into points of light from the bottom up, reverberating inside the huge pitch-black mountain cave like a bright whirlwind, surging towards Shi An.

The point of light surged into the teenager's slim chest and disappeared in an instant.

"Rumble--!"

A great shaking sound resounded through the mountains, and the solid rock that blocked the passageway securely was violently damaged and exploded violently.

Sharp gravel rustled down and dust flew in all directions.

The man's cold, solemn face was revealed behind the crumbling rock wall.

Mu Hang's eyebrows were cold, hard and deep, his long silver hair was whipped up by the strong wind, and his killing intent as cold as a blade was not restrained.

Not far behind the man, Wen Yao raises his hand to cover his mouth and nose, coughing and choking in the dusty debris.

Across the fading dust, she looked eagerly toward the side of the passage.

The cave was dark and empty in the distance.

The rocks above cracked open, revealing a pale gray sky with no semblance of snow below, and flurries of snow fell from above, swallowed up in an instant by the damp black ground.

Wait, where did the gargoyle ...... gargoyle go?

Wen Yao froze.

Subconsciously, she took a step forward and looked over inquisitively.

The cave was already empty, and in the center of the cave, the huge figure of the dragon had disappeared, and in its place was the figure of a human.

Only a teenager was seen slumped in the very center.

He lay there peacefully, having been covered with a thin layer of snow.

Wen Yao was stunned.

That's ......

At that moment, a strong gust of wind swept past her ear, and she whipped her head around in shock, only to find Mu Hang quickening his pace without warning.

The man's gait was like the wind, and the hem of his coat rose behind him, creating a harsh arc.

It was only when Wen Yao froze in his tracks that his opponent stepped in front of the teenager.

Mu Hang stops walking and half crouches down.

He lowered his eyes, his unreadable eyes falling on Shi An.

The teenager's body was slightly curled up, his hair disheveled, his whole body buried in deep shadows, his pale skin almost melting with the thin snow on his body.

For the second time.

If the first time it could have been explained by coincidence, but now, Mu Hang couldn't deny that in the midst of it all, they really did seem to be securely bound by some hidden thread.

An invisible, irresistible magnetic force tugged them together.

It was as if fate had ambled into his ear and whispered quietly in a language no human could understand.

Mu Hang leaned down and his fingertips ruffled the teenager's hair out of his eyes.

A subtle sniffle landed on his gloves, leaving a light white mist behind, and despite being separated by a layer of fabric specially made for combat, Mu Hang seemed to still be able to feel that plausible itch that penetrated the thick gloves and rested silently on his skin, causing a hidden hint of annoyance to rise up in the back of his mind.

Mu Hang's mind subconsciously flashed through Zhuo Fu's explanation.

...... Princess?

The dragon and the princess have it all.

And what is his role in this roleplay?

Some absurd answer cries out.

Mu Hang felt his heart flutter.

At that moment, Wen Yao's careful voice came from behind, "Sir, what are your next orders?"

Mu Hang immediately came back to his senses.

As if to hide something, he stood up violently and immediately pulled back and stood far away, half a meter away, as if the unconscious teenager in front of him was some kind of dangerous flooding beast.

"The dragon shouldn't be around anymore, get the tech members waiting outside to come in and properly search the entire cavern for any bit of information."

The man had regained his previous cold and competent demeanor, all his mood swings were deeply hidden under that unsympathetic and icy exterior, he ordered calmly and rationally:

"Contact HQ, we need backup here."

Wen Yao: "Yes!"

She turned around, but hadn't taken more than a few steps before she retraced her steps and asked, "Sir, do we need to contact the medical team stationed at the camp?"

Mu Hang subconsciously glanced down at the teenager in front of him, then darted his eyes back:

"Well, just do it."

Wen Yao hesitated for a few seconds before finally speaking hesitantly, "That ...... sir, it's probably going to be a while before the stretcher gets here, shouldn't we move Shi An away from there?"

The ground was covered with melted snow, which had soaked half of Shi An's clothes.

The temperature here was extremely low, it was freezing cold, and the melting snow water was freezing at a very fast rate - because of the low temperature, his face was pale and greenish, there was no semblance of blood on his lips, and he seemed to be shivering.

Wen Yao was quite fond of this pretty and well-behaved teenager who was very polite, and he could not bear to see him like this.

She looked over at Mu Hang, and as she came into contact with the other woman's cold, taut face, she seemed to suddenly realize something and explained:

"I understand that you don't want to get too physical with people, I'll take care of this one ......"

Surprisingly, Mu Hang interrupted her almost without thinking:

"No, you have a job to do."

Wen Yao froze.

Although she did have a mission, ...... this wouldn't take more than a few minutes, would it?

Although Wen Yao was full of questions, she could not say anything since Mu Hang had already given the word, so she bowed and then hurriedly turned around to leave.

After all, Wen Yao believed that, in any case, the officer would not have let the victim lie in ice water in temperatures nearly 100 degrees below zero, and would have instructed someone else to do it after she left.

Mu Hang withdrew his eyes.

He looked steadily at the teenager in front of him for a few seconds, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he took a few steps forward, recreating the distance he had just closed, before bending down and reaching out to pick the other man up in his arms.

In her sleep, Shi An felt the heat emanating from her body and shrank into Mu Hang's arms.

He arched his furry head against the man's chest as if trying to rub himself into the other man's clothes.

Mu Hang's body stiffened slightly.

--He couldn't help but remember the last time, when he had found Shi An, also unconscious, in the cavern.

At that time, the other was like that, coming towards his embrace as if he was afraid of the cold.

Only the only difference was that at that time, the other person's body was almost only clothed.

Although through the gloves and his own coat, but still vaguely able to feel the texture of the teenage waist warm soft and pliable, for those who do not like physical contact, it is as if hot as a furnace, and can not wait to drop it immediately, turn away.

However, since he was the only one around at that time, Mu Hang could not leave him alone in that dangerous area and had to take Shi An out as fast as he could.

This time is obviously much better than last time.

At least Shi An's wearing a thick, cold suit capable of completely covering his entire body, wrapping himself into a ball that filled his arms as he hugged it.

And, if he wanted to, he could just have a bystander take over, or simply just find a drier place to put the other guy down.

But for some reason, Mu Hang felt even more disturbed now than last time.

The teenager in his arms was shaking.

Despite the thick clothing, the involuntary trembling of the slender limbs was clearly conducted, like some kind of small animal that had been drenched in its fur and subconsciously burrowed into the arms of a human being, shivering and relying on its instincts to draw warmth.

Mu Hang lowered his eyes and looked toward his arms.

In the brief interlude of his own distraction, Shi An seemed to have finally found a perfect fit.

He curled his whole self up and nestled in comfortably, just short of wrapping his tail around the other man's waist.

Although he was still bloodless and his lips were blue and white, his tightly furrowed brow finally loosened slightly.

Half his face was buried in his shirt, revealing only a smooth jawline and well-shaped lips, his eyelashes closed tightly, looking as if they were some kind of fragile and breakable work of art.

Mu Hang's eyesight paused slightly.

Inexplicably, Zhuo Fu did not have a proper line of jokes ringing in the ears again.

Saving a life is not rewarded when ......?