Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Hey, I just want to be with you..."

Just as the Hai tribe leader was about to approach them, Wu Song stopped him by pointing a stick at him.

"Everyone be alert, I'm afraid there are accomplices behind us!"

Hearing this, he immediately shouted in panic.

"No, no, I've said it many times, I'm not from the same nest as them."

"boom……"

At this time, the quicksand on the side poured in even more violently!

"What are you guys doing? Don't just stand there! Hold the cat and run! Run! Once that entrance collapses and the sand comes in, it will be too late..."

"Okay, stop thinking about those things and hurry up and get out!"

As Mo Zi beside him spoke, the cats immediately started moving!

In an instant, he grabbed the cats and rushed towards the exit!

“Run, run!”

The cats were like frightened birds, running forward desperately, and the sand under their feet was trampled into clouds of dust.

"boom……"

But after running for a few minutes, the deadly quicksand seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, approaching madly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flying sand and gravel roared in the strong wind, as if countless evil spirits were roaring.

"boom!"

At this moment, the Hai tribe leader slipped and fell forward, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ouch!"

The muffled sound of "thump" was particularly harsh in the tense atmosphere of escape.

"Um?"

Wu Song was extremely anxious when he heard the noise. He turned around without hesitation and took a few steps to the side of the clan leader. He used both hands to help the clan leader up from the ground.

As soon as the clan leader stood firm, he began to breathe heavily, his voice filled with despair and urgency: "Shi Jing, do you still have that stone? Give me one!"

Wu Song's brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, his eyes filled with confusion and anxiety: "Shi Jing? Where do I still have that stone? Don't you still have this one?"

A trace of struggle flashed across the patriarch's face. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly took out the stone that he regarded as a treasure from his arms.

At this time, the sound of quicksand surging was getting closer and closer, and the whistling wind carried the sand and gravel, as if it was going to swallow everything.

Wu Song didn't care about anything else. He grabbed the chief's arm and shouted, "Go!"

Mo Zi was originally running in front, but when he heard the series of noises behind him, he suddenly stopped.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, twisted into a knot, her delicate facial features were squeezed together because of this irritability, and her eyes were full of disgust and impatience.

She turned back impatiently, snorted coldly, and her nostrils flared slightly:

"Humph, what a troublesome old fellow! Bu Zong's cats are all useless indeed."

After saying that, she waved her hands, and her sleeves instantly stretched out like a nimble python, swinging straight towards Wu Song and the clan leader, accurately wrapping around their waists, and pulling them back with a sudden tug.

The cats did not dare to stop for a moment, and ran towards the exit at full speed.

"Everyone is almost at the exit, give it a try!"

I don’t know how long I ran, but finally, the faint but hopeful light at the exit came into view.

They rushed out desperately and managed to escape just when the last grain of sand was about to swallow them.

"boom……"

Just as he recovered his composure, a loud boom echoed from behind him, and the quicksand completely buried the road ahead. Billowing dust rose into the sky, like a barrier of death, announcing the end of this thrilling escape.

As the final exit was completely buried, the cat suddenly relaxed and breathed in the fresh air.

"Hmm? The storm's over! What about the inn?"

Bai Tang, who survived the disaster, looked forward to it, but did not see the inn he had dreamed of.

"Everywhere the black storm passes, it becomes a desert. I'm afraid that inn is..."

Before he could finish his words, the kittens felt depressed.

Bai Tang hated himself even more with gnashing teeth.

"Uncle Sha, Aunt Pan, that means they have already..."

Xiaoqing and the others quickly followed. Now the five cats stood together on the sand dune, gazing at the inn that had been swallowed by the storm.

"Alas, such are the rules of the desert!"

The Hai tribe leader couldn't help but sigh when he saw all this.

"No, they could have escaped..."

Bai Tang's ears drooped in an instant, and his former spirit and energy were completely gone at this moment.

"Perhaps this is the best ending for Shopkeeper Pan and Uncle Sha..."

After Xiaoqing finished speaking, a tear quietly fell down.

But Bai Tang interrupted her loudly!

"No, isn't living well the best ending?"

"No, you don't understand. I don't really understand either, just like I don't understand my mother or my brother..."

At this moment, Xiaoqing was completely lost and could only look in the direction of the sect with tearful eyes!

"No, no, if, if I could be powerful enough, strong enough, then Master, Uranus, Lion Girl, Brother Youli, Brother Mo, Uncle Sha, none of them would..."

As his emotions completely spiraled out of control, the scene of the Hand Sect's decisive battle flashed through his mind again!

"There's nothing wrong with ideals and aspirations, but the problem is that you lack the strength to persevere, and no matter how hard you try, you'll still end up in a helpless, passive situation!"

At this moment, tears quietly flowed down his face. Looking at the rosary in his hand, his faith began to tremble.

The words of the Valley Master also came to his mind at this moment.

"You keep saying you want to save the cat land, but I ask you again, what's your reason?"

Wu Song also glanced at Bai Tang sideways, then patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Children, stop reminiscing about the past and hurry on! If we run into sandstorms again, it will be troublesome!"

The voice of the Hai tribe leader interrupted again at this time, but there seemed to be a hint of urgency in his tone, but the kittens did not hear it.

"Hmm~"

Bai Tang gently wiped away her tears, but her eyes seemed to be nailed to the rosary in her hand.

His expression was shaking violently, and scenes of him interacting with important people kept flashing through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

The master's stern yet hopeful gaze, Uranus's cynical help, the figures of the lion and the tiger girl fighting side by side on the battlefield, Brother Youli's warm smile, Brother Mo's calm and reliable appearance, and Uncle Sha's honest and simple face, these past memories are now like sharp blades, cutting his heart again and again.

"Well……"

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.

Why, despite having dreams and beliefs, do I keep losing them? Why do the things I desperately try to protect always seem to shatter before my eyes? This feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tide, leaving him trapped and unable to recover for a long time.

"ball……"

Wu Song looked at Bai Tang's distraught look and felt heartbroken.

He walked forward, patted Bai Tang's shoulder again, and said softly:

"Bai Tang, we all know you're feeling miserable, but dwelling on your sorrow won't solve anything. Mao Tu is still waiting for us to save him. We've lost a lot along the way, but we can't let their sacrifice go in vain."

Bai Tang slowly raised his head and looked at the barren land in the distance that was ravaged by wind and sand. His eyes were still full of confusion and pain.

He murmured in a low voice: "Wusong, I really don't know what to do. I feel so useless and can't protect anything."

Xiaoqing also came over, her eyes still red, her voice choked with sobs:

"Bai Tang, we are all here. We have been through so much together, and none of us has given up. Those who have left must also hope that we can continue on this journey."

Bai Tang clenched the rosary in his hand tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"hiss……"

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, the sadness and unwillingness in his heart intertwined, like a war without the smoke of gunpowder.

He knew his friends were right, but the pain in his heart could not be healed in a short time.

"I just... I just feel so sad when I think of them. I don't want to lose anyone again." Bai Tang's voice was filled with tears and trembled slightly in the wind.

At this moment, the setting sun in the sky gradually sank, stretching their shadows very long.

The orange-red afterglow sprinkled on the desert, adding a bit of sadness to this barren land.

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(I'm looking for an opportunity for Mo Yun?_?)