Chapter 86.1

Don't Run (1)

The demonic creature's flesh emitted a suffocating smell, charred and sour with bitterness.

All the mane on the spine was burnt and stuck tightly to the flesh.

Mu Heng: "..."

Although he had experienced tougher conditions and had used worse things to feed his belly...

This kind of demonic creature was poisonous.

Mu Heng momentarily could not grasp whether this dragon wanted to feed him or wanted to use a more alternative way to get him killed.

Shi An saw the human in front of him not eat for a long time and couldn't help but use his tail to beat the ground anxiously.

The dried hay crumbs rose with the vibration, flying in the air.

What's going on?

Why won't he eat?

Why are humans so troublesome?

Shi An moved slowly and fell into deep thought.

I always feel like I had a perfect plan... but I can't remember what it was now.

The impatience rose again and a trace of violence swept through the depths of his crimson eyes.

Mu Heng's eyelashes twitched slightly.

He seems to have thought of something, raised his head towards the dragon before him, abruptly opened his mouth, and asked, "Is your goal related to Shi An?"

The man's voice was low and cold, with dark and inexplicable meaning.

Shi An blinked, pulled himself out of the intense negative emotions, and looked down at the human in front of him.

Although this human currently spoke words he could not understand, the syllables of these two words were very familiar to Shi An.

This was his name.

Shi An hid his claws under his belly, gently wiggled the tip of his tail, leaned down, and looked at the human in front of him curiously.

This human knew his name!

Mu Heng's eyes turned slightly cold.

The dragon's reaction before him confirmed his suspicions.

Although it was unclear why the dragon did not kill him and bring him to the cave in captivity, one thing was certain: the dragon did so for purposes related to Shi An.

Mu Heng's eyes slightly sunk as if a gust of wind swept over the snowy mountains.

He lightly laughed and said nothing more but turned around and walked straight to a corner of the cave to sit down.

The man lowered his silver-white eyelashes. His countenance was distinctly profound, half hidden in the shadows, becoming more indifferent and aloof.

Shi An crouched in place, tilting his head in bewilderment.

He did not understand.

Why did the human who just called out his name suddenly seem unhappy...?

However, Shi An's stomach suddenly grumbled before he could think of a reason.

The sound echoed in the depths of the large, empty cave, very clear and deafening.

Mu Heng's eyelashes fluttered slightly and he opened his eyes to look at Shi An.

So hungry.

Shi An moved his talons and subconsciously grabbed the thick hay on the ground.

He thought about it, leaned down, held the roasted demonic creature in his mouth, raised his neck, and swallowed it whole.

Shi An slowly scrunched up his dragon face, and his expression gradually twisted.

This taste...

He fiercely flapped his wings and rushed out of the cave.

"Blech!"

The retching sound echoed across the valley and reached Mu Heng's ears clearly through the rock wall. "..."

He was a little unsure of what to think.

Soon, Shi An flew back shakily from outside.

His whole dragon body shriveled up a bit.

Although he could not remember very well, he always felt that he should not eat such awful strange things... At least, it should have to be the cool, sweet kind.

Shi An yawned, lay down, and curled himself up.

The dragon rested its chin on its claws and closed its eyes.

After a short time, its spine began to undulate rhythmically and uniformly. Its breathing was even and it seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Mu Heng sat at the farthest corner from the dragon, keeping a discreet distance from it.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, looking toward the dragon in the center of the cave, his long eyelashes obscured the look under his eyes, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

The entire cave was enveloped in dark and heavy silence.

This silence was tense and fragile as if it could shatter at first, revealing the raging tide beneath it.

After a long time, he withdrew his eyes and closed his eyes as well.

-For now, he had to recover his strength.

***

As time passed, the sky above the cave darkened gradually.

The cave, which was not sufficiently illuminated, became even darker as semi-bright, semi-dark shadows fell.

In his half-asleep state, Shi An felt like he was caught in a dream he couldn't break free from.

The fire burned and the darkness haunted him.

It was as if he had swallowed a huge, indigestible ball of fire, sinking deep into his body, making him feel extremely violent and irritable.

His body contained infinite power and desire to destroy, screaming and yearning, attempting to vent his anger outward indiscriminately.

Shi An opened his eyes abruptly.

In the dimly lit cave, the crimson vertical pupils flickered in the darkness, giving a chilling and intense sense of oppression.

Some angry voice screamed in his ears.

Burn!

Burn everything, destroy everything! Kill everyone!

But, in the next second, Shi An paused and slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the humans.

He caught the scent of blood.

The man's silver hair fell scattered on his shoulders, flickering faint shining light in the dark cave.

The fire in the bottom of the dragon's eyes was slightly quenched.

Every time Shi An saw this human, his heart had a wonderful feeling of closeness.

It seemed that it was not just because of his appearance.

What was it?

Shi An couldn't quite figure it out.

But he instinctively wanted to be closer to this bright and shiny human.

Only then would the desire to kill tormenting him all the time be lessened.

He would not be so tempted to turn the whole world into a sea of fire.

The dragon blinked and the silver-white tip of its tail silently poked through the darkness.

Because of physical exhaustion and severe injuries, Mu Heng's eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was hot.

Rather than slumber, it should be more appropriate to describe it as semi-consciousness.

The tail quietly wrapped around Mu Heng's waist.

The man's eyebrows wrinkled hard and his eyelids trembled slightly as if he wanted to struggle to wake up.

Even if the injury were more severe, in a place of extreme danger, Mu Heng would not indulge himself in unconsciousness.

But... somehow, the aura surrounding his body vaguely gave him a familiar and reassuring feeling.

Mu Heng frowned but did not open his eyes eventually.