Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Haipiao tilted the corner of his mouth, and a soft light appeared in his eyes, just like silk dipped in a honey pot:

"A Fei, your memory must have suddenly become confused."

Her slender fingers gently patted Dafei's rough hand, and her voice was filled with honey-like soothing.

"Don't worry, Chaos was broken up by Sister A Zi and Brother Mo Yun half a year ago."

"whee……"

Before Dafei could refute, Haipiao turned around as lightly as a butterfly.

"..."

As the skirt rose up in an arc, Dafei vaguely saw gray and black spots seeping out from the inside of the skirt, like rice paper soaked in ink.

"You must have been injured at that time."

She trotted back, the sound of the silver bells in her hair carrying the harshness of metallic friction.

"Just sit still and I'll go find them and take a look."

Da Fei subconsciously reached out to grab it, but his fingertips only grasped a gust of cool wind.

He fell heavily back onto the grass, the grass leaves crushed by his knees oozed juice, and a faint stench of decay mixed with the sweet air.

"No, that's absolutely not the case!"

He murmured to himself, his pupils trembling violently,

"Those chaotic roars, the cries of my companions...how could they be fake?"

His voice gradually became hoarse, choked with sobs that almost broke down.

His nails dug deep into his palms, but the expected pain did not come—what appeared on his palms was not a wound, but wisps of gray-black mist, as if chaos was awakening under his skin.

The sound of footsteps mixed with fake laughter came from afar. Da Fei looked at the three figures gradually approaching and let out a low growl like a trapped animal in his throat.

In the sunlight, the medicine in the celadon bowl in Mo Yun's hand emitted a strange glow, while blood-colored lines were slowly emerging on the rice paper spread out by Mo Zi.

……

Meanwhile, the real battlefield was in shambles. Chaos, like thick black ink, surged and flowed across the shattered ice.

"Ha ha……"

Ma Buliang walked slowly towards them, waving his paintbrush. The hem of his ink-black robe was stained with blood, while Zhirou followed closely behind him, stepping on pieces of rice paper. The rice paper wrapped around her fingertips twisted like a living thing.

"Brother, you are going too far."

Zhirou tilted her head, her voice was sickeningly sweet, and her fingertips stroked the bloodstained face of the unconscious Dafei.

"He's already unconscious, and you still used your paintbrush to forcibly draw an ink illusion to trap him. How mean of you, haha."

She giggled and withdrew her hand. The sharp spikes of rice paper scraped against Dafei's eyelashes, leaving a tiny blood mark on his eyelid.

"Humph……"

Ma Buliang snorted coldly, and the tip of his pen lifted up the blood-stained corner of Dafei's clothes. The power of chaos spread rapidly along the lines of the cloth:

"It's just a way to buy some time. Don't even think about escaping from those little kittens from Xingluo Class."

Before she finished her words, Zhirou suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance. Mo Zi, who was wrapped in layers of rice paper, was twitching in pain in his cocoon, and the chaotic bulge on his chest was almost bursting through his skin.

"I won't let them go, especially the Mo family one."

Zhirou's voice suddenly turned cold, and the rice paper on her fingertips coiled around like a snake, drawing a strange arc in the air.

"I'm not interested in the secret techniques of her Mo family. I just want to get back the two treasures that were taken away from me—the pair of Mo bows."

She narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up in a sinister arc, and the surface of the rice paper glowed faintly.

"Once I've drained her memory, I should let that old Mo family bastard recall how I took it back from me..."

As she whispered, the rice paper cocoon suddenly trembled violently, and the black liquid that seeped out condensed into the shape of a bowstring in the air, as if trying to squeeze out all the secrets in Mo Zi's body.

Just when Ma Buliang and Zhirou wanted to continue saying something, a ray of light suddenly tore through the chaotic fog.

"?"

Huan Ye flashed from the edge of the battlefield in the broken moonlight, her black robe rustling, and her bony hands precisely grasped Ma Buliang's raised paintbrush.

"stop."

Huan Ye's voice was as deep as a dusk drum, and the brush under his fingertips sent out chaotic and restless vibrations.

"The Xingluo class is just a group of children. There's no need to kill them all."

She lowered her eyes to look at Dafei's blood-stained body. In a trance, the image of her daughter Huanhuan sitting at the drawing table and drawing a smiling face overlapped with the scene before her - the same childish face, the same pure smile, but it was crumbling in chaos and prejudice.

"Please stop making me laugh..."

Zhirou sneered sharply, and the rice paper wrapped around Huanye's wrist like a spider web:

"Master Huanye, are you moved by compassion? Don't forget, your precious daughter almost died in—"

The words stopped abruptly, and a sharp cold light suddenly burst out from Huan Ye's body. The ink-colored lines on his wrist, which was wrapped by rice paper, were disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ma Buliang twitched the corner of his mouth, swirled the paintbrush in his palm, and the chaotic tentacles quietly climbed along Huanye's ankles:

"Why, you want to protect these little kittens? Wasn't your husband's death caused by those self-proclaimed righteous sects?"

The tip of the brush lifted Huan Ye's jaw, reflecting a dangerous cold light in the moonlight.

"They claim to be eliminating Chaos, but in reality they are wiping out all the alien cats. Now you want to protect their 'successor'?"

Huanye's pupils suddenly contracted, and the image of her husband lying in a pool of blood exploded in her mind.

She suddenly shook off Ma Buliang's hand, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly!

"..."

But when her eyes swept over Baitang's blood-stained Justice Bell and Xiaoqing's tattered sleeves not far away, she was reluctant to pull them out completely - those trembling figures, and her daughter's frightened appearance hiding behind him, gradually intertwined into an unsolvable tangle.

A silver-blue light flashed around Huan Ye, and the shadow that was about to be unsheathed dissipated, and the chaotic energy surging in his palm calmed down.

"That's all, but they are children after all."

She raised her hand to wipe away the blood stains on her cheek, her silver-blue eyes reflecting the mess on the battlefield.

"Just destroy their rhyme power and let them be ordinary cats. Kill them. What's the point of Lord An regaining control of the Cat Land if there are no cat people?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the coldness around her suddenly subsided, and she returned to her aloof and cold appearance.

His figure turned into a stream of light and flew to the edge of the battlefield. His black robe brushed across the coagulated blood scabs. Huan Ye stood with his arms folded, his eyes scanning the Xingluo cats like an eagle.

Ma Buliang chuckled as he twirled his brush, chaos condensing into a sly grimace at the tip of his brush:

"That makes sense. After all, it's Lord Huanye's request, so I can satisfy it."

He lowered his eyes to look at the unconscious Da Fei, and lifted a strand of his hair with the tip of his pen, watching it turn into ashes in the chaos.

"But let me help you avenge those cats from Dazong. They expelled you from Dazong under the pretext of justice. It's time to settle the score."

The rice paper between Zhirou's fingers suddenly expanded, wrapping the dark purple cocoon tighter like a curtain, making a teeth-grinding friction sound:

"The little girl from the Mo family belongs to me. Once I find the Mo Gong, I want to see if those guys who claim to be orthodox can still put on such a high and mighty face."

She giggled, and the black liquid seeping from the cracks in the rice paper outlined two twisted bow shadows on the ground.