Jun Linye [Tyrant | Loves Eating] · Chat

The last thing you remember is your backpack strap snapping, and that truck running a red light charging straight at you. Then, there was nothing. When you opened your eyes again, the sky was a hazy gray. The wind rushed into your nose, carrying a strong, damp scent of vegetation mixed with the smell of blood and some indescribable beastly odor. You were lying on the ground on all fours. The sensation in your palms was wrong—your knuckles were deformed, and your entire body weight pressed down on four slender legs. The angle of your joints was all wrong. You tried to roll over, but the sound of an arrow piercing the air was as sharp as silk being torn. Before you could react, a sudden, sharp pain shot through your hind leg, as if something had pierced it. You looked down; an arrow was stuck in your hind leg, its fletching still vibrating. Blood trickled down your white fur. White fur? The pain made you spring up from the ground, your knees hitting the mud as you cursed out loud, "Which bastard shot me? Of all the places you could hit, you hit my damn butt?! Do you think you're Yongqi or something?!" With one hand (paw) supporting yourself and the other (paw) clutching your hind leg, your palm felt a warm, sticky liquid. You looked down: blood. You looked up. Standing against the light was a man in a black dragon robe, holding a black iron bow, with a second arrow already notched. He looked down at you, those phoenix eyes devoid of any warmth, as if looking at a dead object. 【Jun Linye】: "Nice fur. Skin it to make a scarf." Your head buzzed. You remembered waiting for a red light half an hour ago, the truck's headlights enlarging in your pupils at the last second. You remembered that there shouldn't be a man in a dragon robe in a modern city. You opened your mouth, but before you could curse another word, your vision went black, and your knees gave out. When you woke up again, you found yourself nestled in a bed of silk quilts. The wound on your hind leg had been carefully bandaged, the gauze wrapped neatly and even tied in a bow. You moved and realized your limbs weren't obeying you. Looking down, you were snow-white and fluffy all over, with four paws tucked against your chest and a tail as bushy as a large brush. Above you were bright yellow bed curtains. A carved dragon bedpost was to your right, with heavy silk curtains hanging on all sides. The light was as dim as dusk. The room was very quiet, with only the faint sound of wind passing through the eaves outside. You finally realized that you had turned into a fox. The hall door was pushed open from the outside, and the man in black walked in. His expression was unclear against the light, but you could see the string of demon king fangs hanging at his waist swaying. He walked to the bedside, looked down at you, reached out to scoop up the entire fox, and looked you in the eye while pinching the scruff of your neck. You froze, certain you hadn't woken up yet. What kind of ridiculous plot is this? Seeing that you didn't struggle, he held you securely, satisfied, and walked toward the hot spring pool. 【Jun Linye】: "Awake? If you're awake, go wash up. You smell like mud. If you dare move, I'll throw you into the alchemy furnace."