Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Humph, get out of here!"

Chaos surged in the ice cave, and the dark purple ice fan drew layers of cold light, repelling the beast-like residents who were rushing towards it.

"boom……"

Those twisted figures crashed into the ice wall, and the splashing black mucus corroded deep pits, but she looked at the occasional flash of clarity in the residents' pupils, and deliberately avoided the vital points every time she waved her fan.

"hold onto……"

Mo Zi murmured softly, but the ice blade slowed down due to hesitation, and the Chaos Claw took the opportunity to leave blood marks on her arm.

"boom……"

Wu Song's flame whistle stick collided heavily with Yun Bai's chaos whistle stick. Sparks flew as he looked into his senior sister's empty eyes, his voice filled with regret.

"Senior Sister! What happened to you? Senior Sister Yun, I haven't seen you in all these years, ever since Master Tang Ming took me away. What happened in all these years? Why do I remember being saved by you? What on earth made you become like this?"

"..."

Yun Bai's eyes were calm, and the chaotic flame pattern danced wildly on the whistle stick. She swung the weapon mechanically, and her moves were unique to the Da Zong, but also revealed a strange coldness.

"Sister..."

Wu Song was forced to retreat repeatedly, his back hitting the icicle, but he was still unwilling to use force against his senior sister.

"Why do I have two memories?"

Memories came flooding back like a tide - when he was attacked by chaos as a child, it was Yun Bai who carried him out of the ruins of the sect; before they parted, the candy that his senior sister stuffed into his hand was so sweet that he had never forgotten it.

"answer me!"

Wu Song roared with red eyes, and the flames suddenly surged.

"..."

Yun Bai suddenly accelerated and aimed the whistle stick straight at his throat.

"..."

At the critical moment, Wu Song dodged to the side, and the flame brushed across Yun Bai's cheek, singeing a strand of hair.

She still showed no emotion, as if the person in front of her was just an insignificant enemy.

"Uh……"

At the same time, Bai Tang's body was wrapped in the soft rice paper like a cocoon, and chaos surged in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"let me go!"

He struggled, but the golden light of the Justice Bell grew fainter. Zhirou giggled, waving her folding fan before his eyes:

"Little brother, be good and listen to me. Let me see how big a storm your rhythm can stir up."

Bai Tang bit his lip and blood dripped onto the rice paper, but it was instantly absorbed, which instead accelerated the erosion of chaos.

"What should we do? Mingyue, the current battlefield is completely unfavorable to us!"

"My sister is also surrounded by countless enemies at this moment, and there is no way to break through!"

Xiaoqing and Mingyue stood back to back, their sleeves and talismans interwoven into a line of defense.

"hiss……"

The black spots on Xiaoqing's arms had spread to her heart. Every time she waved her sleeves, it felt like a knife cutting her. She gritted her teeth and said,

"Mingyue, now we have to find a way to break the chaos in Baitang's body!"

The rhythm of the bright moon has dimmed, and the green on my fingertips is burning faster and faster:

"But we can't get close to Zhirou at all... The boss lady's chaos suppression, and Ma Buliang's formation..."

"Don't hurt her, don't hurt her..."

Da Fei was still madly rushing on the edge of chaos. The chaos chains pulled him down again and again, and he got up again and again.

He looked at the chaotic place in the stone box, his voice filled with despair:

"Haipiao...I will definitely rescue you!"

The proprietress looked down at him, her eyes full of mockery:

"Just you? Wishful thinking! You'd better give up quickly and accompany her into the chaos!"

"Your friends are no longer standing by your side like they were just now!"

Huan Ye leaned against the chaotic vortex, his nine tails emitting bursts of coldness, and he watched the farce with a half-smile:

"It's really interesting. Family and friendship are so vulnerable in the face of chaos."

The jade pendant on the tip of her tail flickered with a faint light, creating a strange resonance with the core of the stone box, as if waiting for something.

"Let me add some ink!"

Ma Buliang's bamboo paintbrush drew a strange formation in the air, and the dark red mist moved like a living thing, covering the entire battlefield.

He laughed hoarsely:

"The fun has just begun. Little guys from the Star Luo class, are you ready to face true despair?"

The situation is becoming increasingly critical.

Wu Song is still trying to wake up Yun Bai, but is injured by the power of chaos; Bai Tang gradually loses consciousness under the erosion of chaos; Xiao Qing and Ming Yue's defense line is crumbling; Da Fei is drifting farther and farther away from the sea, but is still unwilling to give up.

The conspiracy between the lady boss and Huan Ye has only just begun to unfold...

Ma Buliang's bone paintbrush suddenly stopped in the air, and the dark red mist surging around it was like a surging tide, sweeping madly towards Mo Zi. The drop of bright red blood on the tip of the brush turned into a twisted ghost face in the mist, revealing a chilling chill.

"Defeat the flute master?"

He laughed a raspy, hoarse laugh.

"Humph, it's no surprise that the most useless guy among the Twelve Deaths was defeated by you."

After saying this, he turned his wrist strangely, and an ink-colored scroll slowly emerged in the void. In the scroll, the afterimage of the flute player was being swallowed up by endless chaos, as if telling a dusty past.