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

You tell yourself you will definitely find him, just like the time he hid...

The brand on my neck sends a searing pain from the depths of my soul...

The fragment of the dragon's soul that remained within your body draws your gaze beyond the withered forest to the half-collapsed obsidian spire.

Suddenly, the eerie voice of the stall owner echoed in my mind: "Soon, the demon will meet his destined nemesis again, right there."

Fated rivals...

Arch-rivals! What a formidable arch-rival!

You understand perfectly! A wife can only be a nemesis!

You swiftly pulled off a passing Holy Judgment soldier, mounted his horse, and galloped off toward the Black Hall.

The closer you get to the auditorium, the more vivid the crimson bloodstains become on the mountain path.

Right there, you are getting closer and closer.

The horns and shouts to hunt down the dragon gradually faded away.

All I could hear were the rapid hoofbeats of horses and your wildly beating heart.

On the obsidian steps, streaks of bright red liquid flowed slowly, converging to form slender, winding streams.

The red stream had almost dried up, leaving only dark red traces.

You reach out and push open the long-abandoned auditorium door, hidden deep in the withered forest.

A bright moon hung high in the night sky, its light illuminating the dimly lit auditorium.

Your gaze fell upon the enormous dragon.

He lay helplessly on the ground, breathing weakly, his tightly closed eyes trembling slightly, and occasionally a painful groan escaped from his mouth.

"Qin Che!" Your voice trembled almost.

No one responded...

You run quickly toward him.

They completely ignored how many Holy Judgment soldiers had died in the hall from the claws of giant beasts.

On the high platform, the dragon was covered in blood, which dripped down the edge of the stone steps.

"How could this happen! Shouldn't the wound heal quickly?! Qin Che! Can you hear me?!"

You tried to stop the bleeding, but all your efforts were in vain; the wound on his chest was still glaringly obvious.

It was... the wound you inflicted...

There was no sign of healing; all the wounds on his body were like that.

You reach out to touch his wound.

Perhaps it hurt him, for a roar that echoed through the sky caused the dragon to suddenly open its eyes.

The gale forced you backward, crashing you heavily against a dilapidated stone pillar.

A fishy, ​​sweet taste fills your mouth, and the dragon's teeth pressed against your neck have pierced your skin. With one more push, they will break along with your neck bones.

"Qin Che, Qin Che...you are Qin Che..."

You call his name again and again.

The brand on your shoulder boils with the pain of death. You endure the pain and raise your trembling hand, gently placing it on the dragon's eyes.

The soft, melodious female voice was exceptionally clear in the empty, black auditorium, and a delicate requiem was slowly sung from your lips.

Your hand gently strokes his hard scales.

The roars gradually subsided, and as if awakened from something, the dragon began to struggle violently.

Those wild, chaotic eyes gradually cleared, until the music ended, and finally your face was reflected in them.

"Qin Che..." You close your eyes and press your lips against the dragon in front of you.

A moment later, that familiar figure appeared before you, with lowered eyelashes and a swaying body, pulling you down onto the floor.