Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"boom……"

The strong wind was like a surging black wave, carrying sand and stones, rushing towards the flute player with the force of a tidal wave. His clothes were rustling in the wind, and the corners of his clothes were almost torn.

"This, how is this possible..."

The flute player was terrified, his eyes wide open as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, staring straight at the shadow floating behind Mo Zi.

"Huh, it's been a long time!"

The shadowy figure was none other than Mo Zi's elder brother Mo Yun. He was dressed in a misty ice-blue robe, and the tiny ice crystals on his sleeves were like stars in the Milky Way, emitting a cool and charming light.

Her long ice-blue hair fluttered freely like a nimble ice snake.

"presumptuous!"

There is an innate majesty between her eyebrows and eyes, her thin lips are slightly pursed under her high nose bridge, and her whole body is surrounded by a layer of crystal light, revealing an otherworldly fairy spirit.

"Mo...Mo Yun! Aren't you already dead? Why...why are you still showing up!"

The flute player's voice was trembling and filled with tears. His legs were as weak as sieve chaff, his knees kept knocking against each other, and he staggered backwards.

The cat's heel hit a protruding stone and it fell backward uncontrollably, waving its hands wildly in the air before it could barely keep its balance.

Mo Yun raised her head slightly, looking down at the flute player from above, her eyes as cold as a thousand-year-old glacier. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice seemed to come from a distant icefield:

"Flute Master, it's been many years since we last met, yet you're still so overestimating yourself and trying to tamper with my power. It's simply ridiculous."

"Humph……"

After saying that, Mo Yun stretched out her slender white fingers and lightly touched the air.

In an instant, an ice-blue light shot out from the fingertips like lightning, tearing through the air and making a deafening scream.

This ray of light carried a powerful force and headed straight for the flute in the flute player's hand.

With a crisp "click" sound, the flute, like fragile glass, instantly turned into countless pieces and fell like snowflakes.

"elder brother……"

Mo Zi could clearly feel a warm and powerful force, like a surging tide, continuously pouring into his body from Mo Yun.

The soreness in all the limbs disappeared in an instant, the originally weak muscles were full of strength again, and the physical strength was greatly restored.

"So warm..."

She held the Fengming Jade Flute tightly in her hand, an unprecedented light flashing in her ice-blue eyes, and her aura became increasingly powerful.

The ice-blue light was like a blazing flame, not only illuminating the entire valley, but also causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, and a thick layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground.

"hateful!"

The flute player looked at the shattered flute in his hand, and the expression on his face changed from horror to anger, with a hint of unwillingness.

His eyes instantly turned blood red, veins popped out on his forehead, his neck turned red, and he screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Even if my flute is broken, I won't lose! I still have a backup plan!"

After saying that, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and black air currents continued to flow out from his palms.

These air currents entwined with each other like living things, gathering more and more, forming a strange black vortex around him.

From time to time, eerie howling sounds of ghosts and wolves could be heard from the vortex, causing the surrounding air to distort.

"..."

Seeing this, Mo Yun frowned slightly and snorted coldly:

"sucker Punch!"

He then quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the temperature plummeted, and countless icicles condensed in the clouds.

"Clouds hang heavy over the world..."

With a low shout from Mo Yun, ice cones poured down on the flute player like a rainstorm.

Upon seeing this, the flute master's face changed drastically and he hurriedly expanded the black vortex in an attempt to resist the attack of the ice cone.

"boom……"

The ice cone collided with the black vortex, making a deafening roar.

Ice chips and black air currents flew everywhere, and the entire valley seemed to be swept by a huge storm.

"Uh--"

Under this powerful impact, the flute player's body was shaking and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"elder brother……"

Mo Zi called softly, a hint of worry in her voice.

Mo Yun turned to look at Mo Zi, her eyes full of tenderness:

"Zi'er, don't be afraid, your brother is here."

After saying this, he turned his gaze towards the flute player again, the coldness in his eyes becoming even stronger:

"Flute Master, today is your end!"

Mo Zi looked up at Mo Yun's shadow, his eyes full of determination and trust, and he opened his lips slightly:

"Brother, come on! Let's put an end to this."

"Um--"

Mo Yun gazed at her sister tenderly and nodded in response:

"Azi, fight side by side!"

In an instant, the light around the brother and sister shone together, and they were completely united.

Mo Zi placed the Fengming Jade Flute to his lips and played a stunning piece of music.

At first, the sound of the flute was soft and melodious, like a spring breeze blowing through a sea of flowers, bringing with it a hint of vitality.

"Bang bang bang..."

Then, the rhythm suddenly accelerated, and the sound of the flute was like the sound of Huangzhong Dalu, playing in every corner of the valley.

"Cruel..."

As the melody progressed, countless phantoms of birds flew out from the flute, their colorful wings cutting through the gloomy sky. They circled and danced around the dark purple, their cries resounding through the clouds. It was the legendary "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

"boom……"

This powerful sound wave carried tremendous spiritual power and spread in all directions like a raging tsunami.

Wherever the sound waves reached, the darkness was instantly dispelled, the traces of damage caused by the flute player in the valley were quickly restored, the withered grass and trees regained vitality, and the broken rocks healed as before.

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(I'll just update a little bit these two days. Also, the word count is guaranteed to be 4000 words per day. It has nothing to do with the number of chapters. Don't doubt that I'm writing less.)

(Also, some games have been updated in the past two days. Old readers should know which game the author plays. The author is currently exploring the entire map, so the updates may be a little slower, but everything else remains unchanged.)

(Today's plot just finished, and suddenly I had another idea. What would happen if a cat met his mother and his mother killed the cat he loved with her own hands because of chaos...)