Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Hey, it seems like you guys...why is this happening?"

When Mo Zi and his group of cats staggered across the finish line, Benri arrived just in time. The tragic scene in front of him shocked him so much that he couldn't close his mouth. The smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by full shock and heartache.

"You, you guys, I..."

He rushed forward and hurriedly helped the injured kittens up. His voice was filled with tears, and he kept repeating like a broken tape recorder:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know this process would be so difficult. I'm so sorry..."

The look on his face made him wish he could bear the pain for them.

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with you..."

Wu Song's teeth were in so much pain that they were almost broken. He could only squeeze out a hissing sound from between his teeth. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting his dusty clothes.

"Ugh..."

A large gash was left on his thigh by a sand spike, with the skin and flesh turned outward. The blood had long since dried up and mixed with the sand and dust, forming a dark red scab. Every time he moved, he felt excruciating pain, and he had no strength to respond to Benri.

“Heh…”

Da Fei was breathing heavily. Every time he took a breath, the place on his back that was hit by the stone felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles. The pain was so severe that his whole body trembled uncontrollably and he could only groan in pain.

"Well~ Chief, this has nothing to do with you..."

Bai Tang's eyes were closed, his consciousness was blurred, and he let out weak moans from time to time. He had lost a lot of weight and his face was pale.

"Humph……"

Mo Zi's face was stern. He glanced at Benri coldly and snorted softly from his nose. Then he raised his voice, which was particularly clear in the empty space.

"Are there any other games coming up?"

At this moment, Gongping seemed to be attracted by her voice. He turned around and said in a loud voice:

"There's one final battle tomorrow. After it's over, the entire event will officially come to an end."

After hearing this, Mo Zi slowly turned his gaze back to his injured companion, his tone firm yet with a hint of unquestionable tenderness:

"In that case, let's go back and rest."

"Hmm~"

As they were leaving, Mo Zi suddenly stopped and turned to face the other 11 tribes. His voice was as cold as frost:

"There's no point in competing for first place, let's raise the stakes!"

The members of the 11 tribes immediately cast doubtful glances at each other, whispering to each other and discussing in low voices.

"Humph……"

Mo Zi didn't give them a chance to ask questions. After saying this, he slowly turned around with his companions from the Xingluo class.

"This, this, this..."

Their figures gradually faded away in the wind and sand. After a long time, the 11 tribes erupted in chaos, as if a powder keg had been ignited. The leader of the Wei tribe jumped up first, his face filled with anger, waving his hands in the air and shouting:

"Aren't they too arrogant? Looking at their current miserable state, they still want to gamble with us? They are simply overestimating their own abilities!"

The chief of the Shen tribe also shook his head repeatedly, his brows knitted into a knot, and echoed in a shrill voice:

"That's right, that's right. He was injured so badly during yesterday's game, and yet he still dares to speak so arrogantly today. Do you really think we are vegetarians?"

Among the cats, various voices of dissatisfaction were heard one after another. Some were so angry that their faces turned red, some curled their lips in disdain, and some were whispering to each other, planning countermeasures. The scene became a mess.

But Mo Zi and his group of cats acted as if they didn't hear anything and left without looking back, leaving the other tribal members looking at each other in bewilderment.

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"Ugh……"

Back at the camp, Mo Zi didn't care about his own tiredness and dust, and quickly and gently placed Bai Tang on the bed, moving so gently that he was afraid of hurting him.

Then, she worked tirelessly to treat Wu Song's bloody thigh wound.

"Wusong, I'll help you take care of your wounds. If you can't bear it anymore, just shout!"

"Don't worry, Sister Azi. Come on! I'm from the Wu family..."

She carefully washed the wound with clean water. Every time she washed it, Wu Song gasped in pain. "Hiss!" His brows were tightly twisted into a knot, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting the straw mat beneath him.

"Hmm~"

Da Fei lay on the side with difficulty. The wound on his back was like a ferocious mouth. Every slight movement made the wound hurt. He couldn't help but groan in pain, and his body trembled slightly.

"I……"

Benri followed behind Mo Zi, his face full of guilt, standing at a loss, still mumbling:

"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect you to be hurt like this..."

Mo Zi pretended not to hear and concentrated on cleaning his companions' wounds and applying herbal medicine.

"Ah..."

As soon as the herb touched the wound, Wu Song felt a stinging sensation. His face turned pale with pain and he clenched the bed sheet tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

"Uh……"

Bai Tang closed his eyes tightly, and in his coma he twitched in pain from time to time, making faint mumblings, which made the cat feel very distressed.

……

The night passed quietly in pain and fatigue. The next morning, soft sunlight shone through the dilapidated window frames and sprinkled on every corner of the camp.

Mo Zi got up early. Her eyes were bloodshot after a sleepless night, but her eyes revealed a determination that should not be underestimated.

"These things shouldn't be placed on your shoulders..."

She looked quietly at her companions who were still sleeping, with mixed feelings in her heart and a hint of determination in her eyes.

"call……"

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and strode out of the camp and onto the competition field.

"It looks like the Hai tribe is here."

"You were so arrogant when you left, but now..."

At this time, members of the other eleven tribes had already gathered here in an orderly manner, like a group of hunters waiting for prey to appear, and their eyes were all cast on her.

Mo Zi's expression was stern, his eyes were like torches, sweeping around like sharp blades, and then he spoke coldly:

"Yesterday's match was just a minor skirmish. In today's battle, we'll raise the stakes. The losing tribe will hand over its most precious treasure."

"What? So you weren't just saying something harsh yesterday!"

"They've suffered so much, and they still dare to compete with us?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the cat group immediately exploded. Members of each tribe were like hornets whose nest had been poked, whispering and talking to each other, their eyes full of shock and hesitation.

The leader of the Wei tribe narrowed his eyes, like a cunning fox, and sneered:

"What makes you think you still have a chance of winning? Look at how miserable you were yesterday."

Mo Zi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pulling out a disdainful smile, that smile was filled with innate pride and confidence: "Whether there is a chance of winning, you will know after you try."

The leader of the Shen tribe also stood up, his face full of doubt, and asked loudly:

"What if we don't agree?" Mo Zi's eyes were like knives, shooting straight at him, and his tone was so cold that it could freeze a person to death:

"If you don't dare to gamble, then just admit defeat and hand over the treasure."

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(I’ll say it again, I’ll say it again, Mo Yun will be there at the latest, taking in, recording, eyes, hands, reciting, body, steps, singing, fighting, judging, supervising, and doing…)

(Of course, some parts will be extended. After all, the official has revealed some insignificant news in the past few days, so some new settings will be added, such as the 12 clan leaders of the first generation, and going back to the previously liberated clans!)