Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

He only gave you a "noisy" look at your actions and then made no further moves, simply standing alone in the depths of the sanctuary in the falling sunlight.

The figure seemed out of place in the pure white building, yet it was like a statue that should have stood there all along.

It is a unique kind of sacredness.

You are certain once again, it is your Qin Che!

You were mesmerized by his figure, but only for a moment before you quickly shook your head and walked over to him.

"What are you looking at?"

"What is that?" the dragon asked in a deep, melodious voice.

Following his gaze, you see the decorative murals on the ceiling of the sanctuary.

The main character of the painting is a god-like man wearing a bright red cloak, holding a long sword, executing an evil dragon in the corner.

The memory in your mind tells you the name of that painting.

"The Heavenly God Slaying the Demon. This heavenly god symbolizes the Holy Judge who slew the dragon, and the evil dragon in the lower right corner with its chest pierced by a long sword... Could it be you?"

You frown slightly, look at the painting, then at the dragon standing beside you: "That dragon is painted with absolutely no aesthetic appeal."

You have seen the true form of the one beside you; magnificent, grand, with iridescent black scales, that is an absolutely top-tier beautiful dragon.

The dragon lowered its eyelashes, its gaze sweeping across your face with a hint of scrutiny.

He didn't quite understand why there were always so many strange things in this human's brain.

You didn't hold back in offering him some emotional support: "Look at the painting, it's just an artistic technique, too abstract. You yourself are much more handsome, dashing, and dashing."

I don't know if he listened to what you said; all I could see was that his gaze returned to the text beneath the mural.

His voice carried a hint of melancholy: "It turns out that 1,677 years have passed since I was sealed away."

You stare at the strange characters on it, tilting your head, certain that you don't recognize them in any of your past lives.

You asked with a hint of curiosity, "You can read?"

"You can't read?"

"...!"

Familiar formula, familiar taste.

It's even more "toxic" than Qin Che from N109.

You scoffed, "That's ancient writing, completely lost now. Nobody recognizes it. Only you, this old dragon who's lived for 1,677 years, can..."

"Old Dragon?" Dragon glanced at you, seemingly speechless.

"Isn't 1,677 years old old?" Or perhaps you haven't grown a body or a brain in all these thousands of years, so you've automatically skipped over the time limit, or are you still a little dragon?

You only dared to mutter these blasphemous words to yourself, without uttering them aloud.

Not wanting to continue this pointless and potentially disastrous question, you quickly changed the subject, asking, "What does it say on it?"

The dragon seemed too lazy to argue with you; he looked back at the ceiling of the sanctuary.

The voice was laced with sarcasm: "It says here that demons are inherently evil and greedy, adept at manipulating people's desires to make them kill each other or bring about their own destruction. Ultimately, the world will descend into chaos and head towards destruction. Therefore, the appearance of demons is a sign of the end times."

"Demon... Doomsday..." you murmur to yourself.

"In the Battle of Tar, this Holy Bishop resisted the corruption of evil with absolute steadfastness. The battle was so fierce that he was the only one to survive. He sealed the demon that symbolized the end of the world in the rift of the planet, breaking the curse of the end times and bringing hope to the planet Philos."