Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Um?"

Mo Zi looked at the river surface which was rippling and then gradually calming down, and the reflected face was blurry.

"!"

Suddenly, the surface of the water seemed to be cast under a spell, and it no longer reflected her appearance, but her brother's figure emerged.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and the scenes of the past when I depended on my brother kept flashing back in my mind.

On those moonlit nights when they practiced rhyme together, her brother patiently corrected her posture and taught her the essence of rhyme step by step;

Also, when she encountered danger, her brother would protect her behind him without hesitation and use his body to shield her from all harm.

"elder brother……"

Mo Zi called softly, her voice full of longing and guilt.

She thought of everything she had done to Xingluoban, and the hurt was like a sharp thorn that pierced her heart deeply.

But in this memory, she also remembered that her brother never gave up on her. Even when she lost her mind, there was always trust and expectation in her brother's eyes.

Every time her brother looked at her, his firm and warm gaze silently told her that she was loved and that she had the power to return to the right path.

"That's right, I definitely shouldn't be like this!"

In an instant, Mo Zi seemed to be hit by a strong light, and the fog in his heart quickly dissipated.

She finally understood that her roots were here, in the bonds with her family and friends, and in her belief in protecting Maotu.

"Scatter!"

The temptation of those dark shadows and the inner struggle became vulnerable at this moment.

"Humph--"

Mo Zi stood up suddenly, her eyes shining with determination again. Her posture was no longer hunched, but full of strength and confidence.

At this time, a breeze blew, and the wild flowers by the river swayed gently, as if cheering for her awakening.

“Hush—”

She took a deep breath and felt the pure rhythmic power surging in her body. This was the power that belonged to her, to the Peking Opera Cat.

"Wong..."

At this moment, there was a strange movement in Mo Zi's body. The black shadow that had been entangled for a long time seemed to sense the danger and began to struggle frantically.

"presumptuous!"

But Mo Zi was not afraid. She circulated her rhythmic power, gathered the light in her heart, and suppressed the darkness with all her strength.

"Roar……"

As she tried harder, the black shadow roared unwillingly, but gradually lost the ability to resist. Finally, it turned into a stream of light and shot out from her body, rushing towards the horizon.

Looking at the receding black shadow, Mo Zi's thoughts drifted back to a battle not long ago.

At that time, facing the powerful monster, she had a careful plan and believed that she might be able to escape and destroy the monster with her own strength.

But Bai Tang and the others ignored her advice and joined the battlefield without permission.

Their strength was too weak in front of the powerful monsters. Not only did they fail to help, but they fell into danger again and again, forcing Mo Zi to be distracted to save them, which eventually dragged down the entire battle and caused everyone to be seriously injured.

But at this moment, Mo Zi no longer complained.

“This is friendship…”

She knew her companions were acting this way out of trust and a desire to fight alongside her, but they simply lacked experience. She quickly walked towards the camp, already having a plan in mind.

When she returned to the inn, most of her companions were still recuperating. Mingyue's eyes were full of concern when she saw her come back.

Mo Zi walked to Bai Tang's bed, gently held his hand and said:

"Bai Tang, when you wake up, we will train together and improve our strength. Then, when we encounter danger in the future, we can truly fight side by side and protect the peace of Cat Land."

Mingyue walked to her side and nodded slightly:

"I believe in you, let's do it together."

……

A few days later, the sun gently shone on the camp, coating everything with a layer of warm light.

Mo Zi was immersed in a deep understanding of rhythmic power. Every morning at dawn, she would come to the grass beside the camp, close her eyes and stand quietly. The rhythmic power in her body flowed slowly like a lively stream.

She recalled every moment she spent with her brother, the precious teachings on practicing rhyme power, and her own awakening after her inner struggle.

In this repeated thinking and understanding, Mo Zi touched the key to advancing his strength.

"!"

During a deep meditation, a powerful force erupted from her body, breaking through the shackles that restricted her.

"This power, this is... I have a better grasp of it!"

Mo Zi opened his eyes in surprise, looking at the powerful rhythmic power gathered in his hands, a relieved smile appeared on his face, knowing that he had successfully broken through and his strength had reached a new level.

The injuries of Bai Tang and the others have also changed.

Now, their external injuries have basically healed, the originally hideous wounds have gradually scabbed and fallen off, and the new skin is pink and tender.

But their internal injuries were still serious, they were still unconscious and breathing weakly.

Bai Tang lay quietly, his brows occasionally furrowed, as if he was restless even in his dream; although Wu Song's face was no longer painful, his eyes were still closed, with no signs of waking up; Xiao Qing and Da Fei were the same, lying quietly in bed, waiting for the day of complete recovery.

"Come on, we must wait until they wake up..."

Mo Zi looked at her unconscious companions without slacking off. Not only did she practice every day to improve her strength, she also carefully brewed healing soups for her companions and used her rhythmic power to clear their meridians.

Mingyue also assisted with all her strength, and the two cats worked together to help their friend wake up.

"..."

That day, when Mo Zi was sitting beside Bai Tang's bed and transferring his rhythmic power to him, Bai Tang's fingers suddenly moved slightly.

"Is he about to wake up?"

Mo Zi stopped what he was doing instantly and stared at Bai Tang in surprise and nervousness, but Bai Tang didn't move.

Although Mo Zi felt a little disappointed, this subtle reaction made her believe that her companions would wake up soon.

Mingyue looked at Bai Tang and the others who were unconscious, her face full of worry, and murmured:

"Why haven't they woken up yet?"

Mo Zi frowned when she heard this, and quickly walked to the bedside. She gently placed her hand on Bai Tang's chest, closed her eyes and felt it carefully. After a moment, her face was full of doubts:

"Their external injuries have all healed, but why can't they wake up?"

“Why aren’t they injured anymore…”

Mo Zi tried to mobilize his rhythmic power and explore Bai Tang's meridians, not missing any tiny details, but everything seemed normal, without any signs of obstruction or abnormality.

She checked Wu Song, Xiao Qing and Da Fei one after another, and the results were the same. All the functions of their bodies were developing in a good direction, but their consciousness was still dormant.

"Is there some hidden injury we haven't discovered yet?"

Mo Zi muttered to himself, his eyes full of anxiety and confusion.

Mingyue paced back and forth, her mind racing:

"We've tried every possible healing method we could think of, including herbs, rhythmic healing, and even the most precious spiritual objects. The external injuries have healed, and the internal ones are gradually healing as well. How could he still not wake up?"

The two cats racked their brains, recalling every detail from the time they were injured to the present, trying to find out what they had missed, but found nothing.

Time passed little by little, and the companions were still unconscious. Mo Zi and Ming Yue stood by the bed, frowning, with a lot of questions in their hearts that had no answers. The atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.