Nalan Twilight's feet were empty and he fell into the void. He walked through a long, dark, distorted space full of eyes, and landed on ......

In a dimly lit Japanese-style bedroom.

The room has no windows, and the sliding wooden door with purple cherry blossom ukiyo-e is closed. Compared to the cold outside, it was much warmer inside. There was a faint aroma in the air, both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar to Nalan Twilight.

"It smells like ...... Lavender ......" Nalan Yu sniffed carefully, thinking to himself.

He closed his eyes tightly and leaned on something soft, warm, stretchy—he thought it was a bed at first, but he was wrong.

The fingers of his right hand moved twice unconsciously, even when he kneaded something like a meat bun. Through only a layer of gauzy fabric, the soft and elastic touch was transmitted like electricity, and he could clearly feel the gradually increasing heartbeat and the rapidly rising body temperature—not only his own, but also the other person under him.

"Uh-huh......"

A slight snort hit the top of his head, making his scalp tingle. When I opened my eyes and craned my neck, I saw Yakumo Purple, her slightly reddened, peugeot face, and her ...... Well...... How to describe it?

Her "Mount Everest" and "Chogori Peak" ...... The perennial snow has painted the two peaks white, and Nalan Twilight's face is buried in the "valley" between the two "peaks", feeling the soft northern Indian Ocean monsoon and the warm geothermal heat of the southern Himalayas.

It was only then that he noticed that his hand was not placed on any "mountain", but on a lower position...... below the "peak", above the pubic bone, that place, commonly known as ......

Belly.

No wonder it feels so soft to the touch, after all, it's a belly!

"Yo...... Yakumo Purple ...... Sister ......"

Nalan Yu stared directly at the anger in Yakumo's purple eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his heart became more and more empty.

"I haven't seen you all winter, and you're ...... Uh......"

He stammered, and gently pinched a handful of Zi's "solid lifebuoy", pecking to choose one of the words "rich" and "real name" to spit it out, but was interrupted by Zi.

"If I hear the word 'fat' from your mouth," she said, "or any word that is close to 'fat' and implies 'fat......"

"I'll kill you. ”

Her eyes have changed from the initial scorching fire to the current cold as ice. Nalan knew that this guy was real, and he would definitely die if he made a joke about her at this time, so he was very clever and changed his wording.

"Your 'connotation' has become 'substantial' again!"

With that, he squeezed out a smiling face and gave it to Yakumo Murasaki, whose old face had turned blackened into charcoal.

"Die!"

Zi picked up the pillow in her hand, and with a pillow she lifted him from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. He rolled twice on the floor and slammed into the dresser by the wall. After he hit it like this, the small solid wood table shook vigorously twice, one was unstable, and then it pressed down on him entirely, and the things in the drawer, what jewelry boxes, small mirrors, and cosmetics were all poured down at once, and buried him alive.

Nalan Twilight's head was pressed under the dresser, and his body was motionless, looking like he was out of breath. Purple sat on the bed, still pale, angry-eyed, glaring at him angrily.

The silence lasted for a moment, and then, after hearing an "ouch-" sound, Nalan Twilight propped up the dresser pressed against him, pinched his nose and sat up.

"Forehead nose drops (my nose)!"

He cried out indistinctly, his nasal voice so heavy that it was hard to hear what he was saying. Blood ran down his fingers and dripped onto the bedroom floor.

"You have three seconds to tidy yourself up," Yakumo said coldly, "San......"

As soon as Nalan heard this, he twisted the broken nose bone back with a "click", and suddenly lifted his breath, sucked back the nosebleed, and then shook his head, and said at the speed of a video tape:

"Report to Lord Zi, I've got it!"

At that time, Zi didn't even count "two".

"Say," Zi picked up his hand, pulled a face that didn't have a good color, and said, "What is the matter with you looking for me?"

"Ah, this ......"

Nalan Yu stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles on the surface of the windbreaker, and regained his usual calm momentum, and said:

"There are some things you should know that I need to tell you about, such as the outcome of that anomaly last fall, and what might happen in the near future. Also, do you have any clue about this unstoppable snow?"

With that, he looked at Purple and waited quietly for her reply. But Zi only looked at him quietly, her eyes stunned. Nalan Twilight couldn't figure out which one she came from, so she asked again:

"Purple, did you wake up?"

"Ah, sorry......"

Purple's body trembled for a moment, and she looked away in a little panic. But after a moment she stared back again, and, in a commanding tone, said:

"You pick up your clothes and let me see them. ”

"What?" Nalan Twilight, suspecting that he had misheard, tilted his neck and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said, you take your shirt up, I want to see your body. ”

Yakumo's face confirmed her request without changing her face—this was what puzzled Nalan the most.

"Sister, no matter what you think," Nalan said solemnly, "I'm not the kind of person you imagined. ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yakumo Zi frowned, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Take it off for the old lady!"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a dark gap, and it was covered by Nalan Yu's head, from head to toe. When the gap was gone, all that was left of the fabric on his body was a pair of small pants with four corners.

"Eh, this ......"

Nalan Yu glanced down at his naked appearance, and didn't know what to say, so he simply spread his hands, crossed his waist and stood there, straightened his chest and abdomen, and said confidently:

"Okay, now everything is as you want, dare to ask if my figure is in line with your old man's taste?"

His personal history of embarrassment told him that if he was shy or opened his mouth to complain at this time, he would lose, and what he wanted was such a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and won back a game with strong heart function.

Yakumo didn't pay much attention to him, she licked him from head to toe with a carnivorous beast-like gaze, staring at him so that his back was numb. In the end, her gaze stayed on Nalan Twilight's stomach.

"Not bad, little brother......" she said intently, "Isn't your figure quite good?"

"Ha, isn't that nonsense?" Nalan said, patting his abs as if showing off, "I live on this body, what do you say?"

His stature, strictly speaking, was not particularly athletic, not comparable to that of Caiodis. His advantages are clear lines, well-proportioned and beautiful body, very low body fat rate, and every muscle that should be there is very clear, which can be said to maximize the strength without gaining weight. It is a body that values practicality more than ornamentality.

If you want to draw an analogy, Portcas D. Ace?

Of course, whether it is "ornamental" or "practical", it has nothing to do with the current Yakumo Purple.

It's not just her side that has been seen, through Yakumo Zi's translucent tulle pajamas, Nalan Twilight can also see her figure clearly. Because she is now sitting on the bed, the fat on her belly is stacked layer by layer, showing the "three mountains" that any fat person will have.

"I haven't seen you in winter, what an earth-shattering body you are, Sister Zi......"

Nalan Yu's sentence is sincere.

The purple figure may be quite attractive in the eyes of some people with special tastes, but for him...... He regretted all the time that he had a small black history of liking her hundreds of years ago.

"Net!"

As soon as Zi got angry, another pillow was thrown over. Nalan Yu grabbed the pillow, smiled and turned it around his hand twice, and then heard that Yakumo Zi say:

"You know a lot about fitness, body shaping, and things like that, right, Nalan Twilight?"

"I don't dare to say that I am an expert, but I know a little bit about it. ”

"That's enough......"

After this whisper, the monster sage Yakumo Purple sat up on his legs and feet, straightened his waist, and bowed his head to Nalan Twilight, a guy who had never respected her.

"Please, no, please, help me get my body back to its original shape before the spring snow subsides!" she pleaded.

Nalan Yu couldn't believe his ears, he had known Yakumo Zi for hundreds of years, and he had never seen her begging so lowly. For this request, of course, he who is not low in both businessmen......

"And what if I refuse?" he said.

"Then you don't want to get out of this house alive. Zi raised his head and faced him, and a chilling murderous aura suddenly rose from his body, "Seeing my ugliness, do you think you can still get out of it?"

"Haha, just kidding, I'll help you!"

Nalan waved his hand and snorted, this matter is over.

"I'll try to give you some guidance on diet and exercise, but before that, let's get dressed ...... first."

As he said this, he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Before Yakumo Zi could respond, the door had already been pushed open, and her nine-tailed fox-like god, Yakumo Blue, walked in quickly.

"Purple-sama, I heard a noise in your room, may I ask what it is......"

Halfway through her words, she stopped, first glanced at Nalan Twilight on the right, who was wearing a pair of pants, and then at Yakumo Zi, who was wearing a see-through nightgown on the left, pinched her chin and thought for a few seconds, and then smiled.

"I see, I'm sorry to bother, please continue!"

She smiled and bowed, then quickly stepped back and closed the door, leaving a stunned Yakumo and Nalan Twilight, their cheeks growing hot in the silent embarrassment.

"What's that...... Purple ......" Nalan looked at the door and said intermittently, "Let's catch up and tell your Shishen now, we are actually just discussing fitness intensely, is it still too late?"

"No, I think it's better to slaughter your kid first......"