It's very strange to suspect something like this.

Chapter 99

In the cover of night.

The only speedboat that escaped from the battle broke through the dark waves, heading for the distant shore.

An unnamed island off of Rossiter.

It is not part of the district and is sometimes used briefly as a staging area on the current ocean.

In the shallows of the remote southern part of the island, a squad of mercenaries was waiting to be picked up.

Soon they saw speedboats breaking in the distance, but that didn't cheer the mercenaries up.

Because there's only one left.

Soon, the boat arrived at the shore, a few grim-faced mercenaries jumped down from the boat with great difficulty, all of them were wounded, some were limping, some were covering their stomachs, and each of them was covered with half-dried blood.

The mercenaries waiting on the shore rushed forward and held the man in place:

"Where are the others?"

The lead mercenary spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, "Bah, all fucking gone."

His expression twisted slightly, "I blame that damn Mu Hang ......"

"Where's the sword?"

The mercenary's look grew more somber: "Fuck, didn't get it."

This sneak attack plan was a total bust.

They were about to sneak onto the ship under the cover of night and fog, but before they could get close enough, they were spotted and forced to make short work of a fully alert Mu Hang team.

Not to mention grabbing the sword, they were lucky to have retrieved a life from that sea.

At the end of the mercenary squad, an inconspicuous figure stood up, he was clad in black robes, his head and face were hidden in the shadows, his voice was hoarse, but it was not possible to hear whether it was old or young, and there was a suffocating metallic quality in his voice, which appeared to be cold and distant:

"What about the things we gave you to do?"

The mercenary took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:

"Just like you said, the crack did open, but then our whole team was dispersed, and the other side of the mission fleet could not be contacted for some reason, so we don't know what happened afterward, and it was probably dealt with by Mu Hang's group of people ...... his grandma, all the fucking trip was for nothing ...... Damn, all the fucking trip for nothing ......"

However, before he could finish his words, he only heard that black-robed man let out a short laugh:

"It doesn't matter, I've served my purpose."

In the darkness hidden by the robe, the corners of the black-robed man's lips lifted upward silently, as if he was very satisfied with the result.

He said slowly, "Now, take me to your head.

Aside from the information about the gargoyles, I think I have more of what you need here."

--I'm looking forward to our next deal."

*

Shi An waited with some trepidation.

This oddly bad idea came from those three demons, and as for whether it worked or not ......

He doesn't know either.

There was no sound from outside for a long time.

While Shi An's mind was racing, he felt some soft fabric being placed in his palm, sinking downward.

It should be a bathrobe.

Shi An breathed a silent sigh of relief.

But just as he was about to retract his hand, his wrist was firmly tugged.

Shi An: "!"

The other man's fingers were firm and strong, the rough leather gloves rubbing against his skin, bringing a small, vague micro-pain.

"What are you doing?" Shi An panicked a little.

"Wounds don't grow back easily after seeing water."

The man's low voice came through the doorway:

"You are so careless."

Mu Hang lowered his eyes, his eyes falling on top of the teenager's arm.

The bones and flesh were even and smooth, the wrist bones were slender, and the white and soft skin was flushed with a layer of wet and thin powder, like extremely fragile jade, as if it could be easily broken with a single push.

He caught the other man's hand and flicked the teenager's slender wrist.

Mu Hang leaned down and branded a kiss on the inside of his partner's delicate wrist.

"...... Ugh!"

Shi An shivered slightly at the searing heat, and couldn't help but try to withdraw her hand, but with little success:

"You, you let go."

He was now beginning to regret his decision just now.

After a pause of several seconds, the other man gently loosened the strength of his fingers.

Shi An hurriedly tugged at her bathrobe and shrank back.

He shook himself off, but the heat and touch of the other man's lips were not so easily so dissipated.

Shi An rubbed her wet hair with some annoyance, took a deep breath, and wiped her face vigorously.

What a bad idea those three demons had given him!

Pit him every time!

Garbage!

Shi An gritted his teeth.

He'll be damned if he's going to listen to any more advice from these three pitbulls in the future!

With a resigned sigh, he pulled his robe on with the most abrasive speed he could muster before pulling the door open and stepping out of the bathroom.

Mu Hang is sitting on the bed.

His coat had been removed, but the heavy odor of blood still lingered on his body, and his gloves were off, resting on the back of a chair.

The wet mist vaporized and dispersed, quickly filling the space.

There was no extra look on the other man's face, just an outstretched hand toward Shi An:

"Come here."

Shi An hesitated for two seconds, but stepped forward.

Mu Hang reached out and pulled the teenager's slender wrist, his hand made a skillful force, only a gentle spin, easily let the other party sat in his arms.

Shi An: "......"

The heat of the other man's chest traveled easily through the thin fabric, causing him to involuntarily feel stiff.

Mu Hang lowered his eyes, his unreadable eyes falling on the teenager's body.

There is a hint of saltwater between the smell of the guava-scented shampoo.

Extremely light.

Yet it still manages to capture.

He wrapped one arm around the teenager's waist and picked up a strand of his hair with the fingertips of his other hand, and with a wave of magic sweeping through it, the wet vapor disappeared from the other man's hair and even the ends of his hair became dry.

Through the bathrobe, he could feel the soft, slender curve of the teenager's waist, the delicate, slightly cool skin, and underneath the skin, the taut, tense muscles that seemed to be poised for action.

Mu Hang leaned down and sniffed the other man's hair:

"Did you leave the cabin after I left?"

Shi An said dryly, "...... No, there isn't."

He stiffened even more.

"What's wrong?"

In that moment, many fragments flew through Mu Hang's mind.

For example ......

Some details that were never attended to.

Why just simply hijacked and rarely carried injuries after each rescue.

Dragons are too forgiving, hardly seeming like the cruel creatures of legend who take pleasure in plundering.

For example ......

Some unexpected answers.

The teenager tilted his head and answered with extreme seriousness.

A dragon is a very big, very beautiful, very handsome creature.

Tall, magnificent and fascinating.

In uttering these words, he looked so serious and sincere, as if he was extremely certain of his answer.

Or maybe some accidental leak of intelligence.

Why the dragons avoided the traps in the Avon District, and why they arrived before them and bloodied the Heretic's base.

Mu Hang let out a soft laugh, "Nothing, just asking."

He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on the top of the other man's hair, asking in a very soft voice:

"Tired today?"

Shi An couldn't figure out why the other person would ask that question.

He nodded honestly, "...... kinda."

"Sleep with me?"

Mu Hang asked, pecking the teen's cool earlobe against his ear.

Shi An: "......"

Though he did need to get a little closer to Mu Hang so that all that Abyssal magic could be absorbed sooner.

But ...... Mu Hang suddenly asked this, making Shi An feel a little uneasy.

There was always something strange about it somewhere.

But, after a long moment's contemplation, Shi An hesitated:

"May, may?"

Mu Hang gave a laugh.

He let go of Shi An and said, "Okay, wait for me."

*

The night is shrouded.

Shi An blinks her teary eyes, her voice soft and a little muffled, "Oooh ......"

Mu Hang let go of Shi An.

He gave a low chuckle and came up to kiss him, slowing his voice:

"It's okay, get used to it."

Shi An whimpered and shook her head, "It won't ...... can't ......"

Mu Hang narrowed his eyes, the blue depths of his eyes looked like bottomless abysses.

Beyond the porthole, the dangerous ocean swayed noiselessly in the night, a dark, brooding gray.

He kissed Shi An's lower lip and said in a seductive tone, "Change it."

Shi An blinked, her eyelashes still holding the teardrops that were about to fall.

He looked blankly at the other man, his eyes looking doubtfully bewildered, but nodded obediently.

-

The darkness is deep.

The ship glided forward through the ocean, waves gusting.

Shi An buried her reddened face into her cold arm, revealing only her two rolling ears.

There were other reasons that could be used as excuses before, but this, this time ......

He was indeed conscious.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--

Shi An once again felt the urge to bury herself forever.

Obviously, obviously didn't they used to simply just lie together and sleep?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh damn humans!

Shi An buried his head a little deeper.

...... is definitely red.

The night is deepening.

Mu Hang twisted his head toward the teenager lying on his side.

Perhaps because of the rush during the day, or perhaps because of the exhaustion just now, the other party had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The soft black hair was scattered on the pillow, half of the white face was buried in the soft pillow, the long black eyelashes were quietly hanging down, the breathing was shallow and even, and it looked serene and harmless, so that people's hearts couldn't help but soften.

He leaned in close and gazed at the sleeping face of the teenager.

It's very strange to suspect such a thing.

No one can be alarmed by even more evidence when it has never arisen, it's almost like living in perpetual night and never knowing if you're blind or not.

But when it is once created, it can never go away easily.

Mu Hang raised his hand and moved it very gently to push the teenager's forehead hair out of the way.

He leaned down and planted a slow kiss on the other man's bare, cool forehead.

Under the long silver-white eyelashes, a pair of pale blue eyes were hidden deep in the shade, dark black shadows grew at the bottom of the eyes, like paranoid and crazy branches taking root and spreading and spreading, transmitting a little bit of almost lush cold ice color.

The fingers slid gently down, lingering for a moment at the corner of the teenager's soft lips.

So what if it was what he suspected.

Prefer dragons?

It's okay.

Mu Hang squinted his eyes and thought absently.

When the next time came, he would not give the other side any chance to make a choice.

Because staying with him would be the only option.