Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The moment the child's hand in the mirror touched his forehead, Dafei's consciousness was hit hard.

Memories suddenly tore and reassembled, and the warm fields were shrouded in blood-red mist.

The young boy was being held tightly in his grandmother's rough hands, and behind him came his mother's shrill cry:

"Mother, take Dafei away!"

My father picked up the wooden sword and rushed towards Chaos Tide's back, turning into a fleeting shadow in the black fog. Before the blade could touch Chaos, it was swallowed by the gray-black vortex.

"grandmother!"

Da Fei wanted to rush over, but found that his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

Grandma's skinny arms protected him tightly, and the silver hairpin in her hair shone with a cold light - it was the dowry given by his mother when she got married, and now it reflected the reflection of chaos erosion.

The sweet fragrance of wild berries was replaced by a stench of decay, the buzzing of bamboo dragonflies turned into the roar of countless resentful souls, and the wild flowers by the stream suddenly grew wildly, their petals turning into sharp blades, piecing together the scene of grandma's death in the air.

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It was a night of torrential rain, and the roar of chaos breaking through the defense line shattered the window frames.

Grandma pushed Dafei into the cellar, but she herself rushed towards the chaos.

Her singing voice, mixed with coughs, seemed particularly thin in the chaos:

"Children of the Chang Sect... you must protect your hearts..."

When Dafei broke out of the cellar, he saw only his grandmother's hunched body lying in a pool of blood, the silver hairpin in her hair shattered into powder, and chaotic mist rising from her gradually cooling body.

"No!"

Dafei's roar was stuck in his throat.

Mo Yun's phantom appeared in the flames, and the rice paper in his hand surged in the air, rolling up a larger chaotic vortex.

"Look at these painful memories,"

Mo Yun's voice was bewitching.

"Your persistence has killed those closest to you. The Cat Land has long been devoured by Chaos. Your companions and your dreams are nothing but illusions."

Da Fei tried to fight back by mobilizing his singing strength, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not sing at all.

His vision began to blur, and chaotic black fog gradually occupied his entire field of vision.

In the distance, his former self - the disciple of the Singing Sect who could dispel chaos with singing and firmly protect his companions, was reaching out to him in the chaos.

But when Da Fei wanted to get closer, he found that the figure was also being eroded by the chaos. The clear singing voice turned into a hoarse roar, and the unique vocal pattern of the Chang Zong was distorted and deformed in the chaos, and finally turned into nothingness.

The chaos like sea water began to drown him. Dafei struggled hard, but sank deeper and deeper.

"Do not……"

The light above became dimmer and dimmer, and the sound coming from my ears gradually disappeared.

He could feel the power of chaos seeping into every inch of his meridians, replacing his rhythmic power and devouring his will.

The chaos like sea water began to drown him. Dafei struggled hard, but sank deeper and deeper.

The light above became dimmer and dimmer, and the sound coming from my ears gradually disappeared.

Da Fei suddenly revealed a bitter smile, his voice hoarse and broken:

"Haha... maybe this... is my destiny..."

Chaos poured into his mouth and nose like a tide, choking him and causing him to cough violently, but no sound came out.

His consciousness began to fade, and in the last scene, he seemed to have returned to the rainy night when his grandmother passed away.

"Grandma...I'm sorry..."

Da Fei muttered to himself, his voice gradually swallowed by the chaos.

From a distance came Mo Yun's alluring chuckle:

"Welcome to the embrace of chaos, Dafei."

Da Fei no longer resisted and allowed the chaos to completely envelop him.

In his last consciousness, Da Fei seemed to have returned to the stream. What was reflected on the water surface was no longer the appearance of a child, but a figure completely eroded by chaos.

Those once lively eyes were now only empty gray and black, with unfinished notes lingering at the corners of his mouth. As the last ray of light disappeared, Da Fei completely sank into the abyss of chaos, and could no longer find a way back to reality.

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As Ma Buliang's brush stirred, chaos spread towards Bai Tang like a tide, and the Bell of Justice wailed in the gray-black mist. Bai Tang knelt on one knee, veins bulging on his neck, and the power of chaos suppressed his rhythmic power like a chain.

The dark purple rice paper cocoon trembled violently, and the rice paper wrapped around her soft fingertips pierced into the cocoon, and black liquid flowed along the lines, as if to uproot her memories.

"Xiaoqing! Mingyue!"

Wu Song raised his stick and rushed to the battlefield, but was stopped by Yun Bai's horizontal stick.

Yun Bai's eyes were filled with pain and struggle, and a voice squeezed out from his throat:

"Wusong...don't come over..."

Her wrist trembled uncontrollably, but she accurately blocked every breakthrough point. The chaotic black mist climbed up her arm along the sword, dyeing the originally clear rhythmic patterns into gray and black.

Xiaoqing's sleeves fluttered, the moonlight reflected the determination in her eyes, and the water condensed into an ice blade piercing Zhirou;

Mingyue raised the weapon in his hand horizontally, and the chaotic tentacles shattered into pieces as the sound waves vibrated.

Zhirou giggled, and the rice paper turned into a giant net that enveloped the two of them:

"Just you?"

Ma Buliang leisurely twirled his brush, twisting the chaos into a cage like a living thing, trapping Bai Tang in the center. He glanced at the battlefield between Yun Bai and Wu Song and sneered:

"How does it feel to be controlled by Chaos? Seeing yourself reduced to a tool, it must be exhilarating!"

"..."

Yun Bai's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of gray, and strange lines appeared on the half of his face that was eroded by chaos, but a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The next second, chaos completely took over her consciousness, her eyes became empty, and she swung the stick straight for Wu Song's throat.

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The noise of the battlefield gradually faded away, and Dafei fell into the depths of chaos.

Chaos was like thick ink, wrapping him layer by layer. He could not hear the shouts of his companions, nor could he feel the vibrations from the outside world.

In the chaos, grandma's voice, the laughter of the Xingluo class, and the battle cries all turned into broken light and shadows and gradually dissipated.

The last ray of rhythmic light struggled and flickered in the chaos, but it was ultimately no match for the overwhelming darkness. It sank into the abyss of chaos along with Dafei, leaving only endless silence and darkness.

……

Ma Buliang spun his brush, and chaos formed a ferocious face at the tip of the brush. He sneered:

"These little kittens from the Xingluo class won't be around much longer. But the lady boss, even after being corrupted by Chaos, is still obsessed with protecting the Cat Land. How ridiculous."

The rice paper on Zhirou's fingertips rolled into a sharp blade, picking up the black liquid oozing from the dark purple cocoon, and giggled:

"After we drain the Mo family girl, we'll go deal with that unconscious guy. Sooner or later, Cat Soil will be ours."

Before he finished speaking, a silver-blue light tore through the chaos.

Huan Ye appeared in the broken moonlight, his black robe rustling, and the coldness around him made the air condense into frost flowers.

She coldly scanned the battlefield, her gaze settling on the proprietress, enveloped in chaos.

"There's no need to delay any longer. It's time to put an end to this."

"!"

Deep in the chaos, the figure of the proprietress appeared and disappeared.

Her pupils were filled with gray and black, but she still held the clan token tightly, and the obsession of protecting Maotu repeatedly echoed in her broken consciousness.

Feeling the murderous intent of Huan Ye and the other cats, the chaos around her suddenly boiled over and transformed into countless shadows - those were the outlines of the heroic spirits of the Da clan through the generations.

"I, the heroic spirit of Dazong, will never allow you to do whatever you want in Dazong!"

The proprietress's voice mixed with countless sound waves exploded, and the chaotic shadows raised their weapons at the same time, and the flashes of swords and shadows and the power of chaos intertwined into a vortex.

Huan Ye's eyes glared, and a cold light flashed in his sleeves:

"If you remain stubborn, you will be completely annihilated."

Ma Buliang laughed and waved his brush, and Chaos pounced on the proprietress like a giant python;

The soft rice paper was woven into a cage in the air, trapping the heroic spirit in the center.

The battlefield instantly descended into chaos. Chaos' roars and the roar of rhythmic energy shook the ground to cracks. Da Fei, swallowed by the chaos, fell deeply into the darkness, completely unaware of all this...

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(Today is actually the first anniversary. It took me a whole year to write this crappy book. It seems I’ve been writing too much…)