Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Molan's voice trembled slightly. She turned her head away, not daring to look directly into Mo Yun's eyes that were full of resentment and questioning.

"I just don't want to involve you. This has nothing to do with you. You should live your own life and stay away from these disputes and dangers."

Mo Yun took a step forward and said excitedly:

"Mother, after all these years together, do you think I'd abandon you in times of trouble? Regardless of blood relationship, you are my mother. How can I bear to watch you face this alone?"

Molan's body shook slightly, as if Mo Yun's words hit her deep in her heart. She slowly raised her hand, as if wanting to touch Mo Yun, but put it down weakly.

"Child, you don't understand. This crisis is too dangerous. I can't let you lose your life for me. Those people... they are cruel and ruthless. They will not let go of anyone who has anything to do with me."

Mo Yun looked at her and said slowly:

"Ten years ago, I came into this world, and you, mother, lifted me up from the bushes, and our relationship as mother and son was established. Yet, a voice in my memory urged me to practice diligently. So, every day for those ten years, I practiced diligently, prepared for Chaos's sneak attacks. I thought I was strong enough, but when the real crisis struck, I failed miserably, without even a shred of hope."

A hint of self-mockery appeared on Mo Yun's face. In his memory, his gaze seemed to have turned to A Zi.

"At that time, a cat was crying alone in the rain, collecting my body parts. How hateful and pathetic I felt then! Ten years later, I lost my memory, and my other sister, Xiaoqing, was right in front of me, but I couldn't recognize her."

While speaking, he slowly walked to the side, wiped the tears from Xiaoqing's face, pulled her up, then walked to her mother's side, looked at her and shouted.

"Mother, don't you want me anymore? How can you push me away at this moment?"

Mo Lan's hand trembled slightly, like a soft feather, slowly brushing across the tear marks on Mo Yun's cheek.

Her eyes were like a deep pool of water, overflowing with love and endless regret, and her voice was slightly hoarse due to the fluctuations of her emotions:

"My child, it was my fault. I'm really sorry."

Molan raised her head slightly, trying hard not to let her tears fall. She stared at Mo Yun deeply, as if she wanted to carve the appearance of the child in front of her into her heart.

"Now, you have grown into a mighty tree that can shelter you from the wind and rain, and you have the responsibility and fearless courage to stand on your own. Mother will no longer foolishly stop you. Just embark on your journey with peace of mind."

As he spoke, Molan's expression became more solemn and dignified. When the three words "Young Sect Master" came out, his voice suddenly rose, like a huge bell, resonating and echoing in this silent space.

When Mo Yun heard the word "Young Sect Master", she was stunned at first, then tears welled up in her eyes and she cried with joy.

He turned around quickly, his posture free and unrestrained, and raised his arms and shouted:

"Young Master, it seems that the burden on me is getting heavier!"

After saying this, he raised his eyes to look at the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the hall. The cold light shone on his face, but failed to extinguish the rage burning in his heart. Instead, it made it reach its peak at this moment.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes widened in anger, and his aura instantly became cold and murderous. He rushed out angrily like an arrow from a bow, roaring, "Mo Xie, you must give me your life!"

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At the same time, before Mo Yun rushed to the battlefield, the scene in Shenzong was already horrific.

The Chaos Beast was like a surging dark tide, leaving devastation wherever it went. One third of its territory had been reduced to ruins.

"It seems that my genius Bai Tang has really reached its limit this time..."

Bai Tang and his men struggled to hold on under the fierce attack of the giant beast and gradually fell into the predicament of retreat. Everyone was covered with shocking scars.

Wu Song gritted his teeth, raised his spear high with both hands, protected the exhausted Bai Tang and Da Fei behind him, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Don't give up, Maruko, Dafei, we must hold on!"

Then, he roared and mustered his courage once more, charging forward. His eyes burned with an unyielding fire, and his steps were firm and swift.

However, the thick chaotic energy surrounding the Chaos Beast seemed to have substance. When Wu Song was still a few meters away from the beast, an overwhelming force like an invisible giant palm suddenly slapped him away.

At the critical moment, Wu Song suddenly thrust the spear in his hand across his body.

"when!"

He blocked some of the impact, but the force was too strong. Not long after, he was blown away like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Bai Tang and Da Fei were anxious and wanted to rush over to help Wu Song up, but they themselves were already at the end of their strength, and every movement seemed extremely difficult.

At this moment, a rustling sound was heard, as if the debris of the ruins were slowly pushed away, like the sound of ice and snow cracking in the cold night.

Wu Song's silhouette gradually became clear amidst the thick dust. He gently raised his arm to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his movements steady and resolute. Then, he walked out of the ruins with a firm step.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the fog as he glared at the massive Chaos Beast in front of him. The ice-element spear in his hand flashed with a cold light, the tip of the spear pointed directly at the beast. He roared:

"Mo Xie, do you really want to destroy this world now?"

The sound waves rolled and resounded among the ruins.

However, in his rage, he did not notice that the icy light of the spear in his hand was no longer as sharp as before. The light gradually dimmed, as if it was eroded by the chaotic energy and lost its original strength and sharpness.

On top of the Chaos Beast, the figure looked down at Wu Song with interest, a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth, and then he threw his head back and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, you said I want to destroy this world? No, you ant are really stupid. I want to reshape the entire cat land and make it into my ideal appearance!"

The sound was like a huge bell, making the air around it buzz.

At the same time, the ice-element spear in Wu Song's hand seemed to feel the powerful oppression and let out bursts of mournful cries.

On the spear, the shadow of an ice dragon slowly emerged from its struggle. Its body was transparent and flickering, its eyes filled with anxiety and anger as it shouted loudly:

"Damn it, I don't have enough strength anymore. What is the master doing now? Why hasn't he come yet? This little guy's body can't hold on any longer..."

The Ice Dragon's voice echoed in the air, trembling with despair. It danced its illusory body with all its might, trying to gather more strength, but under the overwhelming pressure of the Chaos Beast, everything seemed so powerless!