… Don’t touch it anymore. (1)
After the training, Shi An lowered his eyes and felt that the magic power he had obtained some time ago near the abyssal rift had been completely absorbed.
Great, it looked like he could be lazy after that.
He breathed a sigh of relief unnoticed.
Although whatever training Zhuo Fu had designed did work for him…
It had been too tiring indeed!
After all, Shi An preferred lying on his bed, playing games, and eating snacks rather than sweating on the training ground.
If it were not for recovering his strength as soon as possible and turning back into the resident dragon with an immense treasure, Shi An would not have done such a painful and tiring thing.
Shi An dragged his sore and weak body out of the training ground.
Mu Heng was still standing in the same position as before.
His steely blue eyes were half-hidden under his long eyelashes and he was staring intently in this direction, his eyes dark and cold, unable to tell what he was thinking.
“Is it over?” he asked.
Shi An’s eyes were downcast as if his strength was exhausted.
He did not open his mouth to answer Mu Heng’s question but gave a slight nod.
Mu Heng’s eyes twitched slightly.
The young man in front of him was flushed, perhaps because he had just finished his workout, his breath was a little uneven and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead to the tip of his nose.
For unknown reasons, he suddenly recalled his dream in the Aiwen District.
The dream was so vague that all that remained when he woke up were broken fragments.
Even when he tried to recall it, it was like being separated by a veil and he couldn’t see what had happened in any way.
But for some reason, more images were coming out of the depths of memory now.
The tips of crimson ears, the escaping and quivering whimpers, the hazy mist of dark eyes.
The young man lay defenseless in his arms, his forehead resting against his shoulder, shuddering ,gasps spilling out and sweeping softly and gently across his heart, shivering from head to toe.
And in his hand…
Mu Heng frowned slightly, lost in thought.
What was he squeezing in his hand?
It was impossible to recall, at any rate.
At that moment, Zhuo Fu, clad in a white lab coat, stepped aside from the control room and broke the silence floating in the air.
“Awesome, truly awesome.”
He shook his head and smacked his lips. “Truly, this is the first time I have see such a rapid improvement in all of my life…”
Zhuo Fu looked at Shi An with fiery eyes as if he wanted to rush up and study him up and down. “An An, when will you come again?”
Mu Heng frowned, his eyes slightly cold.
Shi An answered honestly, “I don’t think I’ll be coming back anytime soon.”
As if being hit by a bolt out of the blue, Zhuo Fu was dumbfounded. “Not coming? W-Why?”
Shi An’s face did not change. “Too tired.”
And most importantly, the magic power he had previously devoured had been wholly absorbed and there was no need to return.
Zhuo Fu hurriedly took a few steps forward to chase after him.
“Don’t stop coming. I-I can help you adjust the intensity…”
Shi An thought for a moment and asked rhetorically, “Can it be lower than sleeping?”
Zhuo Fu: “…”
That’s beyond my capabilities.
He took a few steps forward, undeterred. “Speaking of which, I have several projects here. An An, have a look and see if you’re interested…”
Before Zhuo Fu could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mu Heng.
The other party took a calm step forward, his gloved palm naturally resting on Shi An’s shoulder, revealing a hint of impassive dominance. “Don’t you have another thing to do? We will leave now.”
Zhuo Fu: “…”
Fuck.
He swallowed the rest of his words in his mouth in stifled frustration.
Shi An was oblivious to the dark tide between the two humans in front of him.
He waved his hand at Zhuo Fu before turning around and walking out the door.
Mu Heng did not follow immediately.
He gazed at Zhuo Fu and said calmly, “An An, this nickname, don’t use it anymore in the future.”
Zhuo Fu froze and did not respond for a moment.
“Eh? Does Shi An not like it?”
Mu Heng looked indifferent. “I don’t like it.”
After saying that, he turned around and walked out, leaving Zhuo Fu standing alone in silence.
Gazing at the man’s fading back, Zhuo Fu slowly gritted his teeth.
…. You are sick!
As if someone would dare to snatch a person from your hand!
I wouldn’t dare even if you lent me eight guts!
Shi An wandered outside the door.
For some reason, he had praised the dragon so many times, but as the dragon’s enemy, Mu Heng’s attitude toward him seemed to have not changed… Could it be that praising the enemy wouldn’t work for Mu Heng?
Shi An was worried.
Then how to make it work?
At this point, Shi An’s eyes lit up and something seemed to have suddenly occurred to him.
He took out his phone, typed the word "Mu Heng" into the browser and pressed the search button.
As the number one powerful human being, there was much information about Mu Heng on the Internet, but most of it was about his achievements and status. At the same time, there was very little information about him personally.
After searching for a long time, Shi An could not find anything related to Mu Heng himself.
He thought for a few seconds and re-entered the search keywords.
“What does Mu Heng hate?”
The browser interface stopped spinning in circles and a new page popped up.
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