Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Inside the ice cave, the biting cold and the chaotic heat intertwined.

"!"

Wu Song's pupils suddenly dilated, and the broken stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp echo in the silence.

"Is this true? Why? Why are you here..."

Although the figure in front of him was wrapped in layers of chaotic mist, it could not hide the tattered patterns on his fighting clothes, and the traces of his moves that perfectly overlapped with the moves deep in his memory.

"Wusong, what are you talking about? Isn't this nothing?"

Wu Song's breathing quickened, his chest heaving violently, his cracked lips trembling slightly as he managed a broken murmur: "Father...Father?"

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Memories came flooding back like a tide.

When he was young, it was under the guidance of such a figure that he grasped the stick tightly and learned every move of the fighting sect.

"This move is not done correctly, this place should be like this..."

The father's stern yet caring face gradually overlapped with the chaotic phantom in front of him.

Wu Song only felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment, leaving only that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

"Father!"

His legs moved forward uncontrollably, and every step felt like stepping on clouds, light yet firm.

"..."

Chaos spores surged wildly between the two cats, hitting the surrounding ice walls like black waves, making a shrill hissing sound.

"Get out of the way~"

However, the rhythmic energy unconsciously emitted from Wu Song actually shook away these dangerous spores, forming an invisible barrier.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, his fingertips only inches away from the torn corner of his father's clothes. The chaotic power burned his skin, and a burning smell came. The piercing pain made him more anxious.

"You are here, I missed you so much~"

The memory of his father's warm hands and his patience in teaching him turned into a force that pushed him forward regardless of everything.

"Wusong!"

Da Fei's roar came from behind, mixed with the sound of fierce fighting.

The fist swung by Da Fei swept up ice chips, smashing the puppet that was rushing towards him, and ice fragments flew everywhere.

He took the time to turn his head, only to see a shocking scene - the rhythmic energy around Wu Song was as chaotic as a candle in the wind, his eyes were empty yet persistent, and he was walking step by step towards the seemingly empty chaotic vortex.

"What on earth is wrong with you?!"

Da Fei shouted anxiously and wanted to rush over to grab his companions, but was entangled by more Chaos Puppets.

"..."

Wu Song turned a deaf ear and stared straight ahead.

The half-broken stick in my father's hand produced a strange resonance with the broken stick in his hand.

Golden light and purple light intertwined into lines in the void, flickering, as if telling of the connection between bloodlines.

"..."

The father, who was condensed from chaos, suddenly turned his head, and purple fire ignited in his empty eye sockets. His emotionless gaze swept over Wu Song, and he raised his hand and stabbed the broken stick into Wu Song's heart.

"!"

Wu Song just looked up at the familiar face, his eyes filled with shock, confusion and uncontrollable longing.

He did not dodge, allowing the sharp tip of the stick to penetrate his clothes, the cold touch almost touching his beating heart.

At this moment, complex emotions such as shock, sadness, and desire surged in his heart, as if to swallow him whole.

How he wished this was just a nightmare, and that his father would pat his head and say "Don't be afraid" with a smile like he used to...