Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Azi, are you awake? I'm coming in..."

Mingyue pushed open the door of the room quietly. The room was quiet and silent. The morning light shone through the window, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground.

"..."

I saw that Mo Zi had already woken up. He was wearing slightly messy clothes and was standing quietly in front of the window, staring into the distance outside the window. His eyes were deep and distant, as if he was thinking about something very important. He exuded a calm and tired aura.

"Um?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Zi slowly turned his head. His originally solemn expression softened instantly. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint, somewhat warm smile. He said softly:

"Mingyue, you're here. You've worked so hard taking care of those little ones. It's hard for you to stay with them all the time."

"you……"

Mingyue did not respond immediately. Her eyes were full of concern and worry, and she walked quickly towards Mo Zi.

Walking closer, she gently stretched out her hand and held Mo Zi's hand gently but firmly.

"I……"

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she had thousands of words to say, but when the words reached her lips, they were blocked by all kinds of complicated emotions, and finally turned into a soft sigh. Then, she used her other hand to gently pat the back of Mo Zi's hand, again and again, as if to convey strength and comfort, and as if to silently express her worry and heartache for Mo Zi.

"..."

Mo Zi felt the warmth from Mingyue's palm and gently held her hand back. Her voice was soft and soothing, trying to comfort Mingyue:

"I'm fine, really. Don't worry. I'm just a little tired. I just need to rest for a while."

A brief silence stretched between the two cats, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of each other's light breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, Mo Zi seemed to have seen through Mingyue's deepest thoughts. He blinked his eyes slightly, raised his head slightly, and asked softly:

"Are you here to ask for help in curing Bai Tang and the others? Actually, I guessed you would come to me for this."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Zi raised her other hand slightly, and the weapon in her hand quietly changed in a flash of soft light, gradually turning into an energy ball emitting a warm luster.

This ball of light is not big, but it has a strange attraction. The light is soft and not dazzling, as if it contains endless vitality and hope.

"Mingyue, please give them this ball first."

As Mo Zi spoke, he carefully handed the light ball to Mingyue and patiently explained,

"This ball will slowly disperse its inherent rhythmic energy, seeping into their bodies and repairing their damaged meridians and organs bit by bit, healing their injuries. But remember, this process may take some time, so you must be patient."

"..."

Mingyue took the ball of light with trembling hands, staring at it without blinking, as if trying to find more secrets from this small ball of light.

Countless questions suddenly emerged in her mind, such as how long the effectiveness of this light ball would last, whether there would be any unexpected situations during the treatment process, and whether it would have side effects on the bodies of the Xingluo team.

But when she raised her head and saw Mo Zi's exhausted face and bloodshot eyes, the words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back.

"I'll leave it to you~"

Mo Zi seemed to have exhausted all her energy, and her eyes revealed a trace of fatigue that was hard to conceal.

She gently raised her hand and used her rhythmic power. Her movements were gentle but with irresistible force, pushing Mingyue towards the door. Her voice was a little tired, but firm:

"Don't bother me now, let me be quiet for a while. Once I've rested, we can discuss what to do next."

"I……"

Mingyue was pushed out of the room involuntarily. She stood helplessly at the door, looking at the closed door, feeling mixed emotions and full of worries.

She knew very well that Mo Zi had also experienced a life-and-death struggle in the previous battle, and his body and spirit had reached their limits. He really needed time to recover and adjust.

However, the worry about the injuries of the cats in the Xingluo team was like a heavy stone, still weighing heavily on her heart, making her unable to feel at ease for a moment.

She held the energy ball tightly, as if holding the last hope for the recovery of the Xingluo team.

Then, she took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, turned around and hurried towards the room where Xingluoban was. Once inside, she carefully placed the light ball on the table in the middle of the room.

In an instant, the originally quiet ball of light suddenly shone brightly, releasing a strong and warm light. Then, the light split into strands of light, which floated towards Bai Tang, Wu Song, Xiao Qing and Da Fei like smart elves, gently wrapping each of them, as if putting on a warm and powerful protective shield for them.

Mingyue stood by, her eyes unblinking, always paying attention to everyone's situation.

Her eyes were full of nervousness and anticipation, and her hands were unconsciously clenched together, her nails almost digging into her palms.

She was hoping that this magical ball of light would work, allowing Bai Tang and the others to get better soon and regain their former vitality.

……

As Mingyue left, the room fell silent again.

Mo Zi slowly turned around and looked out the window again, staring quietly at the azure sky, but his thoughts were running wild like a wild horse.

In his mind, two figures kept interweaving and fighting. One was his fellow Xingluo cadets. His journey with them had been filled with countless hardships and dangers, but also with laughter and warmth.

Bai Tang's bravery and fearlessness, Wu Song's calmness and reliability, Xiao Qing's agility and intelligence, Da Fei's honesty and kindness... The voice and smile of each of them are extremely clear, and the scenes of them fighting side by side and supporting each other, like vivid pictures, keep emerging before her eyes.

Being with them, Mo Zi felt the sincere friendship and also found the responsibility and commitment of being a member of Maotu.

The other figure was her brother who lived far away in the Shen Zong. Her brother was the closest person to her in this world, and the Shen Zong was her hometown, where everything she was familiar with was.

Returning to the sect and to his brother means returning to the peaceful and familiar life he once had, without having to be involved in this dispute full of unknowns and dangers.

Under her brother's protection, she might be able to become the beloved sister again and no longer have to bear so much pressure and pain alone.

Mo Zi was extremely conflicted, his brows tightly furrowed.

She knew that this decision concerned her future and the deep bond between her and the Xingluo class.

If he chose to return to the Shin Sect, it would mean giving up his dream of saving Neko-soil with the Xingluo Squad and betraying his companions' trust.

But if she continues to move forward with the Xingluo team, the road ahead will be filled with too many uncertainties. She doesn't know if she can endure more separations and deaths, or whether she can face her companions in danger again.

The sun outside the window was still shining brightly, and the breeze blew gently, causing the curtains to flutter slightly, but Mo Zi could not feel a trace of warmth or comfort.

Her vision gradually became blurred, and two voices in her mind kept arguing:

"Go back, go back to your brother, that's where you belong."

"Stay with Xingluoban. You can rely on each other. Maotu still needs you to save it."

Mo Zi slowly closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the struggle in his heart became more intense.

After a long time, she sighed softly and slowly opened her eyes. There was a hint of confusion and determination in her eyes. She knew that no matter what decision she made in the end, it would be a difficult farewell.