Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Mo Yun, Hai Piao and Mo Zi walked over on the dewy grass leaves, and the celadon bowl reflected a dazzling spot of light in his palm.

"A Fei, I heard you're confused again?"

The corners of his lips raised in a gentle arc, and his eyebrows curved into crescents, but Da Fei stared at the faint gray mark on the other's neck, and found that the mist was slowly moving along the Adam's apple line, like a poisonous snake crawling under the skin.

"..."

"do not come!"

Da Fei retreated along the tree trunk, and the crisp sound of his back breaking the bark startled the birds on the branches.

The rough bark scratched his back, bringing a real stinging sensation, but it made him more awake.

On the dark purple rice paper, the blood-colored lines suddenly turned into twisted chains, winding on the ground in the shape of a cage, and each chain emitted a heart-pounding glow.

"..."

Mo Yun's smile froze on her face. In the shadow cast by her eyelashes, the pupil of her left eye strangely split into an inky spider web. The evil in that moment made Da Fei's hair stand on end, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Yun returned to her gentle appearance, as if the change just now was just an illusion.

"A Fei, have some refreshing soup."

Haipiao came closer holding a celadon bowl, and the silver bells in his hair made a tiny sound.

Her face was reflected on the surface of the medicine. Her eyebrows and eyes, which should have been gentle, were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chaotic veins emerged under her skin, like black tree roots growing wildly under her skin.

Da Fei slapped the bowl over with his palm, and the boiling hot medicine splashed on the back of Mo Yun's hand, corroding it into charred holes. The air was filled with a disgusting stench of decay.

"You can't disobey."

Mo Yun's voice suddenly became cold, and the broken palm healed instantly.

"Snapped……"

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the flowers and plants around him began to grow wildly, with vines entwining Dafei's hands and feet like chains.

The dark purple rice paper surged in the air, transforming into countless sharp blades, hanging around Dafei's neck. Any slight movement would cut his throat.

“Hahahahaha…”

Haipiao tilted his head, the smile on his face became more and more weird, and the sound of silver bells in his hair turned into a sharp scream.

"You can't escape from my fantasy world."

Mo Yun walked forward slowly, her fingertips sliding across the illusory air, and an invisible force grabbed Dafei's neck.

Da Fei struggled breathlessly, the power of chaos surged wildly in his body, but he was unable to break through this invisible restraint.

The tenderness in Mo Yun's eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a cold murderous intent.

Suddenly, Mo Yun's eyes became stern, and the illusion around him began to distort.

"Ring ring ring..."

A familiar bell sound came from the distance, and Bai Tang's figure holding the Bell of Justice was looming.

Mo Yun sneered, raised his hand and waved it, and thick fog instantly rose in the illusion, completely engulfing Bai Tang's figure.

“Want to ask for help? It’s too late.”

Mo Yun said this, increasing the strength in her hands.

Dafei's consciousness began to blur, and the scene in front of him became distorted.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm.

Looking down, he saw that the gray-black mist in his palm had condensed into an illusory sword, which was the rhyme weapon in his memory.

He bit his tongue hard, and the taste of blood exploded in his mouth, making him sober instantly.

“I can’t believe this!”

Da Fei roared, mobilizing his remaining rhythmic energy and trying to drive the sword in his palm.

Seeing this, Mo Yun's eyes flashed with surprise, and then a ferocious expression appeared.

He waved his hand, and all the chaotic power in the illusion rushed towards Dafei, trying to completely drown him.

However, Dafei did not back down.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to inject the rhythmic power into the palm of his hand.

The sword began to emit a dazzling light, fiercely fighting against the surrounding chaotic forces.

The figures of Mo Yun, Mo Zi and Hai Piao appeared and disappeared in the chaos, constantly changing their forms, and using various means to try to suppress Da Fei.

But Dafei's eyes were firm. He knew that if he gave up, he would be trapped in this false illusion forever.

The battle became more intense, Dafei's body was covered with wounds, but his will became stronger.

Mo Yun looked at the stubborn opponent in front of him, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes:

"Since you are so stubborn, then stay here forever!"

As he finished speaking, the chaotic power in the illusion reached its peak and launched a final attack towards Dafei!

......

The chaotic roar suddenly dissipated, and a dazzling white light enveloped Da Fei.

When the light fades, the smell of moist earth hits you in the face.

He instinctively tried to prop himself up, but was surprised to find that his arms were incredibly slender - his fingers were as round as lotus roots, and his palms had the dimples that are unique to children.

Looking down, I saw the coarse cloth short coat hanging loosely on my body, and the crooked stitches on the lapel looked like they were sewn by my mother.

The sound of gurgling water reached him from a distance, and Dafei stumbled toward the stream. The water reflected a child's face: chubby cheeks still tinged with baby fat, and clear eyes devoid of any cloud or haze.

"This is impossible……"

He touched the water surface with trembling hands, and the moment the ripples spread, Haipiao's face suddenly emerged in the water.

That gentle face was cut into countless pieces, each piece repeating the same words:

"You can't escape."

"A Fei, come quickly!"

A familiar call came from behind.

Da Fei turned around suddenly and saw his young father squatting on the edge of the field, holding freshly picked wild berries in his hand, while his mother was fiddling with a bamboo dragonfly with the faded kapok flower pinned in her hair.

The sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled light on his parents, but Dafei noticed that their shadows were slowly crawling on the ground, like a pool of melting ink.

"Come and try it, it's sweet."

My father handed me the wild berries with a smile, but a fine black mist seeped out of his palm, and strange gray spots appeared on the surface of the wild berries.

The mother gently tossed the bamboo dragonfly, and the bamboo piece spun into the air, but at the highest point it turned into a twisted piece of rice paper, with blood-red lines outlining the painful faces of the Xingluo squad members.

"..."

Da Fei tried to retreat, but his feet seemed nailed to the spot. The stream water reached his ankles, and the biting cold mixed with the familiar stench of decay.

The wild flowers by the stream suddenly grew wildly, and the petals turned into sharp blades, piecing together the illusion of the fall of Cat Land in the air: the broken city was immersed in the inky torrent, the figures of the cat people were swallowed by chaos, and he himself... was kneeling at An's feet, allowing the power of chaos to penetrate his heart.

"This is where you belong."

Haipiao's voice came from all directions. Dafei turned his head and looked. Haipiao's smiling face appeared in the pistil of every flower. The silver bells in his hair turned into chains, wrapping around him layer by layer.

The young me was completely unaware and jumped to take the wild berries. Just as I was about to put them in my mouth, a gray mark suddenly appeared on my neck, like a precursor to the erosion of chaos.

"..."

Da Fei shook his head frantically, his weak rhythmic energy rushing through his tender meridians.

He bit his lip, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth, trying to use the pain to stay awake.

The gray-black mist in the palm of his hand reappeared, but it was thinner than before.

The fields in the distance suddenly caught fire with inky black flames, and countless "Da Fei" walked out of the flames. Some of them looked as carefree as their children, while others had long been eroded by chaos, with only despair in their empty eyes.

"You see, all endings are predetermined."

Mo Yun's voice came with a heat wave.

Da Fei was dragged into the flames by chains, but his skin did not feel the burning pain - everything in this illusion was just an illusion used to destroy his will.

He stared intently at his own afterimage in the flames, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"I don't believe it! Even if it's an illusion, I can..."

"Ha ha……"

Before he finished speaking, the flames suddenly condensed into a mirror, reflecting his childish appearance.

The corner of her mouth in the mirror curled up strangely, and she stretched out her small hand covered in black mist and slowly placed it on Dafei's forehead...