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

"Hmph..." the dragon scoffed disdainfully, "He only got his hands on that sword by chance and then plunged it into my chest. But only its true master can wield its power."

The true master...

Your unease is intensifying.

And this sword is now hidden inside your body...

Could it be that the "true master" really is...?

You shake your head, clearing your mind of the jumbled thoughts.

Stop thinking about these things; it will only make you unhappy. The present moment is the most important.

You casually tossed the "blade" back into the pile of gold coins, muttering, "This pile of rotten wood, I'll throw it away later, it's an eyesore here..."

Long chuckled and turned to walk in another direction.

You follow behind him, turn past a thick rock pillar, and the weapons before you transform into an endless expanse of treasures and magnificent garments.

Even though you were somewhat prepared, you were still left speechless.

Although you have seen Qin Che's collection before, those items were neatly packed in boxes.

The sheer scale of this scene, where everything is piled up together, is incomparable to the spectacle of that.

It took you a while to realize that you had actually swallowed.

The dragon curled its lips into a smile and pointed to the treasures: "If you want them, just reach out and take them yourself."

In the firelight, intertwined shadows were gradually projected onto the dark cave walls.

"Like this, just a little more greed and desire..."

His tail gently brushed against your calf from bottom to top, and he leaned down with a smile and whispered in your ear: "Now you're good enough to be my provisions."

Your body trembled slightly, and your hand involuntarily reached for the tail that was tightly wrapped around you.

He instantly tightened his tail like a giant python, and laughed as he looked at you, who were unable to move.

You couldn't move your body, but thankfully he didn't shut you up: "You have a perverse sense of humor..."

"You don't seem afraid at all. What? You know you're going to die, yet you still cling to my tail. You really bring me a lot of amusement."

The tail tightened its grip, and the sharp pain in your bones made you angry: "Can you stop now? It really hurts. If I die from the pain, then no one will bring you any fun. Aren't you afraid that if you do this to me, I will really find a chance to kill you?"

Long said nonchalantly, "That depends on whether you have the ability. Besides, who says death isn't a kind of fun?"

The firelight cast shadows beneath his eyelashes. He was very close, his breath like strong liquor enveloping you: "I... will wait and see."

It's a familiar sense of aggression, a feeling that doesn't bring you any panic but instead makes you feel at ease.

wipe!

That damn twisted mind!

You despise yourself!

The dragon seemed to sense some of your thoughts, and he was once again baffled by this human's strange thought process.

The moment the tail released you, you tumbled onto a pile of bulging gold coins.

As you rubbed your thigh, which ached from being wrapped in that tail, you said, "Can I find something to change into from that pile of clothes?"

You gesture to him with your eyes to look at your tattered clothes.

"Didn't I say you can take whatever you want from here..." The dragon gave you a disdainful look, its lithe tail picking through the pile of fine clothes.

In the end, I chose a black and red dress.

"Put this one on..."

Looking at the clothes that had fallen in front of you, you thought to yourself: This person's sense of style hasn't changed at all.