Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Roar……"

Xiao Bing flapped his wings and soared, his speed getting faster and faster. The sound of the wind in his ears became louder and louder, like thousands of troops galloping past.

Bai Tang held the dragon scales tightly and shouted excitedly:

"Wow, that's fast! I feel like I can catch up with the wind!"

"..."

Wu Song sat calmly on the dragon's back, gazing into the distance with a determined gaze. Although he said nothing, his tightly pursed lips revealed his concentration on this journey.

Da Fei laughed heartily, his laughter carrying far away on the wind:

"This is much faster than I can run on my own!"

However, Haipiao felt a little uncomfortable. His face turned pale, he held his stomach tightly, and his body swayed with the bumpy flight of Xiaobing.

Xiaoqing noticed Haipiao's strange behavior, approached him with concern, and asked softly:

"Haipiao, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uh……"

Haipiao forced a smile and said weakly:

"I...I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

Seeing this, Mo Zi looked worried. She immediately raised her hand and condensed a layer of light ice mist, gently wrapping the sea drift.

Not only that, Mo Zi also separated a strand of rhythmic power and carefully probed into Hai Piao's body to help him relieve his discomfort.

She said gently:

"Haipiao, don't worry. This ice mist will make you feel better, and my rhythmic power will help you stabilize your body. With us here, nothing will happen to you."

"hey-hey……"

Bai Tang also came over and took out a candy he had bought at the market and handed it to Hai Piao:

"Sister Haipiao, have some candy. Sweet things can make you feel better!"

Haipiao took the candy gratefully and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste made him feel a little refreshed.

During the flight, Wu Song suddenly spoke:

"Sister Azi, what key to fighting against chaos is hidden in the Rap Zongzong Palace?"

Mo Zi frowned slightly, thought for a moment and replied:

"The Singing Sect has a deep heritage. Perhaps there are ancient secret manuals on rhythmic power, or perhaps there are magic weapons left by our ancestors to fight against chaos. We'll find out when we get there."

"Oh!!"

Bai Tang blinked curiously:

"Will there be a super powerful weapon that can destroy all chaos in one go?"

"Hahaha……"

The cats were amused by his words, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

As Xiaobing continued to fly, the clouds in the sky seemed to be within reach, and the sunlight shone through the clouds, casting ripples on the sea.

Haipiao looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, temporarily forgetting his physical discomfort, and his heart was also constantly watching:

"The sea is so beautiful when viewed from the sky..."

Xiaoqing saw her eyes and knew what she was thinking:

"Once the Chaos Crisis is resolved, we'll enjoy it together."

……

At the same time, a depressing and strange atmosphere filled the spacious and solemn hall of the Changzong Palace.

"Hmm~"

The demonized female leader of the Chang Sect leaned lazily on the tall chair, her originally gentle and beautiful face now showing a bit of evil.

"Humph……"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a strange light, and her crimson lips slowly curled up, revealing an evil smile, just like a poisonous flower blooming in the dark night, cold and beautiful but deadly.

"Tsk, it seems the magic flute is still a little lacking in power and can't trap them in the chaotic world forever."

The clan leader muttered softly, his tone full of resentment and resentment.

Her fair fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the chair, making a crisp sound that echoed in the silent hall, adding a touch of eeriness.

The servants standing on both sides with their heads bowed, their figures hidden under the black cloaks, dared not even breathe heavily in this oppressive atmosphere.

Their slightly trembling bodies revealed the fear in their hearts.

One of the servants, who was a little hunched, secretly looked up at the clan leader, then quickly lowered his head, fearing that he would be noticed.

"These ignorant fellows are still dreaming of finding a way to break the chaos."

The clan leader narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

"They are simply overestimating their own abilities. Since Magic Flute failed, I will do it myself. I will make sure they never return, and they will all become stepping stones on my path to advancement."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up, her posture light yet carrying an endless sense of oppression. Her black robe dragged on the ground, and as she moved, it was like surging ink. The demonic aura seemed to materialize into black mist, spreading wildly in all directions.

A tall servant stepped forward and said in a trembling voice:

"Master, Mo Zi and the others are quite powerful. We..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sect leader's sharp eyes.

"Useless! With me here, why are you afraid of them?"

The clan leader shouted angrily, frightening the servant so much that he immediately retreated back to his original position, trembling all over.

"I have endured this for too long. It's time for this farce to end."

There was madness and greed in the sect leader's eyes, and his mind was rapidly planning how to completely crush Mo Zi and his group of cats.

"tread……"

At this moment, a frail old woman hurried into the hall. She was wearing a tattered grey robe, her face was etched with the vicissitudes of life, and her steps were quick but cautious.

Coming before the Sect Master, she knelt down, her voice trembling slightly:

"Master, I have an important report. Mo Zi and his group of cats are coming on an ice dragon. It won't take long, about a quarter of an hour, before they arrive at the gate of our Changzong Palace."

When the clan leader heard this, the evil smile on her face became even more intense. She gently raised her hand, motioning the old woman to leave, and then murmured softly:

"You've come just in time. I can't wait to meet them."

After saying that, she turned and looked at the sky outside the hall, as if she had already seen the scene of Mo Zi and other cats stepping into the trap.