Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"!"

The lingering sound of the gong was still resonating among the beams and pillars of Yuanchu Building. When Mo Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyelashes were still stained with dust from the virtual world.

He was still meditating there, his legs crossed on the cold stone steps, the hem of his blue shirt stained with moss that had grown out of the cracks in the stone.

The Yuanchu Gong in his palm was incredibly hot, and a thin layer of white frost condensed in the spiral patterns on the gong surface, as if it had just been fished out of ice water - that was the mark of backlash when he forcibly urged the rhythmic power to break through the virtual realm.

But the next second, the touch from his fingertips made him freeze.

It was not the coldness and hardness of the stone steps, nor the heat of the gong surface, but a soft fur with subtle undulations.

Mo Yun slowly turned his head, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Bai Tang was lying beside him, her small body curled up in a ball, the bald hair at the tip of her tail rubbing against his wrist, exactly the same as in the virtual world.

The Yunli Pearl on his neck was still flashing, but its light was as dim as a candle in the wind. However, there was a very shallow rise and fall on his chest. If you didn't look closely, you would almost think it was the wind.

Why is he here?

Mo Yun clearly remembered that he was standing in front of the building holding Bai Tang's body. He clearly fell into the virtual world at the sound of gongs. He clearly remembered... the touch, the temperature, and the voice of "Brother Mo Yun" with the smell of sugar residue, all of which were too real to be fake.

But at this moment, the little guy's fur was still wet and cold, stained with undried dark purple mucus, and the bruises on his lower back were gray in the sunlight. How could it look like it had healed at all?

Could it be that everything that just happened was really just an illusion woven by Yuan Chuluo?

Mo Yun stretched out her hand, her fingertips hovering above Bai Tang's nose, and she didn't dare to let go.

The sweet fragrance of the half candy in the virtual world seems to still be at the tip of the nose, but all the fingertips can touch is a faint, cool breath - so weak that it seems like it will break at any time.

"Om-"

The Yuanchu Gong suddenly rang again, more urgently than any previous time.

The light pattern on the gong surface suddenly twisted, as if forcibly torn apart by something. In the cyan-gold light tide, two overlapping shadows were reflected:

One was Mo Yun who was meditating, and the other... was the green-shirted figure holding a gun in the virtual world, who was bending down to pick up the little white cat on the ground.

But in reality, Bai Tang's eyelashes trembled, as if she sensed something. Her little claws suddenly curled up and tightly grasped the corner of Mo Yun's clothes hanging at her side. What seeped out from between her fingers was not chaotic mucus, but a very light white mist with sesame fragrance.

Mo Yun's pupils suddenly shrank.

He finally understood that the virtual world was not a dream.

It was Yuan Chuluo who used his consciousness as a bridge to pull the "rescued Bai Tang" back little by little from the virtual world constructed by obsession.

But what was lying next to him at this moment was not a cold corpse.

It is the living white sugar that is struggling to crawl back from the edge of chaos, with the thought of half a candy in its heart.

The gun was already in his palm at some point, and the light from the tip of the gun reflected on the little guy's pale face.

When Mo Yun lowered his head, he saw that the old scar on his wrist was hot, exactly the same as the place where Bai Tang's fingertips had rubbed it in the virtual world.

"wake up."

He whispered, his voice trembling unnoticed, and slammed the barrel of his gun heavily on the stone steps, causing the sweet potatoes on the ground to roll twice.

"You promised me in the virtual realm that we would split the chaos together and eat sesame candy... You can't cheat."

As the words fell, Bai Tang tightened his grip on the corner of his clothes, and a very soft whimper came from his throat, like a kitten whose candy had been snatched away in its dream.

The light tide of Yuanchu Luo suddenly surged. This time, it was no longer a gentle wrap, but a tearing force, slamming into Baitang's soul core.

Mo Yun saw a little cyan-gold light suddenly emanating from the bruise on the little guy's chest, like the healing power in the virtual world, seeping out from under his skin and flesh bit by bit.

It turns out it wasn't a dream.

Yuan Chu Luo used his consciousness as a guide to forcibly drive the vitality in the virtual world into this dying body.

Mo Yun gripped the gun tightly, and the cyan-gold power flowed along the tip of the gun into the stone steps, weaving an impenetrable light shield beside Bai Tang.

He knew that the most critical moment had arrived - the barrier between the virtual world and reality was breaking down, and what Bai Tang had to do was to crawl back from the crack by himself.

The sunlight passed through the clouds and fell on Bai Tang's face, causing the mucus on his eyelashes to slowly evaporate, revealing the clean amber underneath.

In the distance, the shouts of Wu Song and the others were getting closer and closer, but Mo Yun's eyes never left the small shadow in her arms, struggling between life and death.

The light from the tip of the gun was as gentle as moonlight, reflecting the little guy's slightly trembling ears.

almost.

he thinks.

I'll be back soon.

……

The setting sun dyed the broken walls of the chaotic land dark purple. Bai Tang knelt on one knee in the pile of rubble, leaning on the broken bell of justice.

The cracks on the bell spread like a spider web, and the last piece of the bell flew out in the collision just now and embedded itself in the gap of the armor of the hidden soldier in the distance.

His front paw was cut so deep that the bone was visible. Blood dripped from the tip of the claw to the ground, mixing with the dark purple mucus, and even burned the mucus so much that it sizzled and smoked.

"Benlong... can I use it again?"

He looked down at his claws. The white light condensed at his fingertips was as weak as a candle flame. It dispersed just as it was about to form a dragon shape.

"Tsk, even you don't have the strength anymore."

The old wound on my lower back was torn open by the shock wave just now, and every movement felt like a blunt knife was stirring it.

He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, twisting the broken bell halfway in his hand until the remaining handle had turned pale. The dark soldiers before him surged forward like a tide, their blue-gray armor reflecting an eerie light, their spears dripping with corrosive slime, and the stone slabs they stepped on smoking.

The one-eyed soldier in the front still had the candy he had just thrown embedded in his armor - it was the last piece he had hidden for three days, and now it had melted into just some sugar residue.

"The Star Luo class never admits defeat...right?"

Bai Tang smiled at the air, as if arguing with Wu Song.

"The last time you were swatted away by the Chaos Beast, you were in a much worse state than I was."

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, leaving a shadow behind the broken bell. The wind he created swept up the sugar residue on the ground, weaving a fine sweet mist in front of him.

When the dark soldier's spear stabbed at him, he took advantage of the remaining wall to roll sideways, kicked the broken bricks with his claws, and his body flew like a stone, rushing straight into the face of the one-eyed dark soldier.

"Try this!"

He smashed the broken bell hard at the opponent's one-eyed man, and at the same time concentrated the last bit of rhythmic power at the tip of his claws - that was the move taught to him by Brother Mo Yun. When he used all his strength, the tip of his claws would emit a white light, like a sword tempered by fire.

The dark soldier screamed and retreated, and the sugar residue on the armor suddenly burst into a faint light, which was actually the reaction of the rhythm power and sugar coming into contact.

But more spears stabbed over.

"what……

Bai Tang was unable to dodge and a long cut was made on his back. The severe pain made him black out and he fell beside the iron chain of the torture rack.

The barbs on the chain pierced his flesh, but he acted as if he didn't feel it. He grabbed the chain links tightly and struggled to stand up.

"Comet...can it still fly for a while?"

He looked at the dark soldiers in the sky, and suddenly remembered what Xiaoqing said when she was controlling the water sleeves, "take advantage of the situation", so he suddenly threw the broken bell into the air, and jumped up with the reaction force.

The arc drawn by the body in the air was like a comet with a tail of light, but the light was so weak that it could go out at any time.

"See? This move of mine... is much more impressive than Wusong's Fire Judge!"

He laughed and shouted, his claws swept across the dark soldier's spear, bringing up a string of sparks.

"It just... hurts a little."

The last rays of the setting sun fell on him, stretching his shadow very long.

He saw his blood dripping on the chain links, which made the rusty iron chain glow a little, very much like the green light of the Yuanchu gong.

"I promised... to go back and bring Dafei some stones from the land. He said they could be used to pickle vegetables..."

He muttered as the broken bell slipped from his palm, only to be caught by his tail before hitting the ground. The bald tip of his tail trembled in the wind like a tattered flag.

The hidden soldier's spear stabbed again, and this time, he did not dodge.

Bai Tang suddenly straightened up and threw the broken bell at the nearest dark soldier with all his strength, while opening his arms as if to hug something.

"Brother Mo Yun said... Yunli is the courage given by your companions..."

He looked towards the direction where the setting sun was, where there was a blurry halo, which looked very much like the direction of Dongqiang Town.

"Look... I can protect you all now..."

He whispered his companion's name, and the white light at the tip of his claws suddenly surged, condensing into a small Xingluoban mark in front of him.

The moment the dark soldier's spear pierced his body, the mark exploded with a "bang". Countless tiny spots of light crawled along the spear towards the dark soldier like fireflies. Wherever they touched, there was a "sizzling" sound like melting sugar.

The one-eyed soldier retreated in horror, but saw that the little white cat was still standing there, with a smile on its lips, and its eyes reflected a light brighter than the sunset.

"Actually... I hid a piece of sesame candy in a crack in the rock..."

He finally looked towards the broken wall, as if talking to a peeking kitten.

"When I get back... I'll give you half..."

Only when the last bit of strength was exhausted did Bai Tang's body slowly slide down the rack, leaving a faint trace of sugar where the tip of the tail last swept past.

When the secret soldiers surrounded him, they found that his body was becoming transparent, like a piece of melting candy.

The mucus that seeped into the body was being forced out by some invisible force, condensing into small sugar beads on the ground.

In the shadow of the broken wall, a little yellow cat quietly poked its head out and saw the direction the little white cat last looked. The rosy glow was spreading over little by little, like someone reaching out to catch a candy that was about to fall to the ground.