Anime Crossover Chat: Daddy was called to the police by Yukino!

Take a deep breath.

Of course, I should find my own sister myself.

However, before that, she reminded him: Listen, when you see Xi later, no matter what happens, don't say anything.

My sister... has a bit of social anxiety.

It sounds strange to say that.

But her sister Xi is indeed like that.

Her social anxiety stems from her timidity.

Of all her siblings, Xi was the one most afraid of Sui.

To escape, she locked herself in the world of paintings.

At the same time, the lack of communication has led to social anxiety.

...

The two walked along the covered bridge.

The sound of footsteps was suddenly swallowed up by the world.

The distant mountains and rivers would subtly adjust as they moved, like a three-dimensional painting that could never be perfectly aligned.

As we turned a corner...

The sky leaps from dusk to midnight, then turns back to twilight in an instant.

She started repeating the cycle again.

He frowned.

Every time I lose my temper, the world resets.

Weiming suddenly stopped.

Something is swimming in the deep pool under the bridge.

That's not a fish.

Instead, it was a mass of dark shadow that was constantly changing shape.

Sometimes it resembles a dragon.

Sometimes it resembles a snake.

Finally, the image freezes in a curled-up human shape.

Xi's nightmare.

Year low channel.

The fear of the reunion of the Year Beast.

The shadow in the pool suddenly rose.

A scarlet slit appeared on the faceless body, seemingly trying to devour the two of them.

别…

I was just about to remind you.

With a flick of his fingertip, Weiming...

The shadow was shattered and dissipated by the gas blast.

……

It was only then that he realized the person beside him didn't need his protection or reminders at all.

Let's keep going.

...

Finally, after passing through a bamboo forest that suddenly appeared.

I saw a pavilion suspended above the waterfall.

A young girl was sitting there, shaking a copper bell, lost in thought.

Little sister.

A young voice called out.

The sound of the copper bell stopped abruptly.

The girl's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly, but she did not turn around.

I told you, don't bother me.

Xi's voice was as light as if it were through a layer of silk gauze, so light that it almost dissipated into the air.

Nian strode forward and snapped his fan shut.

You've dodged the full moon twelve times, do you think you're a tortoise?

She deliberately used her childhood nickname to provoke her, but Xi remained unmoved.

Nian walked straight up to Xi and forcibly turned her face towards him.

Even before dawn, Qingxi could see what she looked like.

Xi's appearance is full of classical Eastern charm.

He was wearing a long, wide-sleeved robe in black and red tones.

Her clothing is adorned with ink-wash style dragon and landscape patterns, symbolizing her identity as "a figure within a painting."

Her long hair was tied up with a red hairpin.

The hair color is deep black with a hint of dark red.

His pupils were golden and vertical, and his face was cold and aloof.

His arms were covered in a dark green color that matched the red of the year.

However, Xi's mental state was not good.

Her pale skin was almost transparent.

His bluish-gray eyes held the weight of too much time.

What's most striking is the dried vermilion mark at the corner of her mouth, like blood left from biting her lip.

You vomited blood again.

Nian wiped away the cinnabar with her thumb, and her voice softened.

Anyone would feel heartbroken to see their younger sister like this, and Nian was no exception.

What is this drawing?

She asked.

Xi's gaze drifted toward the blank canvas.

...I forgot.

Those ink-colored shadows moving among the mountains and rivers are all paintings forgotten by Xi.

She creates and destroys constantly.

Just like the world is forever cycling between dusk and night.

Xi didn't notice him at this moment, and Weiming didn't say anything to disturb him.

He wanted to see how Nian planned to persuade Xi.

Of course, he was not optimistic about it.

Nian herself is quite unreliable, and Xi's personality is exceptionally sensitive.

Nian followed Xi's gaze to the canvas.

Suddenly laughed.

Do you remember when we were little? You always swallowed the drawings you made that you didn't do well.

She reached out and gently stroked Xi's hair.

Now you've turned the whole world into a painting you can swallow.

Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, too embarrassed to look directly into Nian's gentle gaze.

...This is the safest way. 640

Safety?

The volume suddenly increased that year.

Does this word make her feel funny?

In addition, her purpose in coming here was to take Xi out and persuade her.