The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Translator: Raz P., White Sky

Blood washed the armor and soaked the clothes. That cold and damp touch sank Tang Nazhi into madness.

If he didn't leave his brother alone to fight the devil generals, he would still be…

If he could exchange places with his brother, he would ask his brother to seek help instead…

If only he could have been faster…

If only he could be stronger, strong enough to fight the devil generals…

Would his elder brother still be alive?

Countless possibilities filled Tang Nazhi's head. If everything could be done all over again, he would never leave. He would never leave Li Xiaowei alone.

At this moment, endless regret flooded Tang Nazhi's heart. He hated the devil generals. He hated himself.

At this moment, a memory flashed through his head.

["I don't know any Black Tortoise Clan, please stop pestering me." Said a teenager whose handsome face carried a hint of impatience and intolerance.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. You just need to know that you are my elder brother and I am your younger brother. You should come home with me."

The young man's brows knit tighter and tighter. He didn't want to continue talking with the other party, and merely turned around to leave.

"Brother! Don't go!"]

If he had not shamelessly dragged Li Xiaowei back to the Black Tortoise Clan, would such a thing have happened to him?

He killed his brother…

It was his fault.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry… Brother, I was wrong. Please wake up. I was wrong. I was really wrong. Brother, I beg you, please wake up!!!" Tang Nazhi seemed to have already lost his soul as he sat down on the ground. He held on tightly to Li Xiaowei's gradually cooling body and helplessly choked with sobs like a little child.

With his heart feeling torn and crushed, Tang Nazhi could only helplessly hug Li Xiaowei's figure.

Shen Yanxiao's face was colorless, and the rims of her eyes were already red. Warm tears trickled down her cheeks silently.

She knew that there would be casualties in this war. Even whether she could survive was still unknown to her. She knew for a long time that letting Li Xiaowei and the others fight against the devil generals would be a near-death gamble, and she was already prepared to sacrifice.

But when the moment of parting really came, she realized that her heart was far from as strong as she had imagined

They had spent almost all their time together. And now, a companion in life and death had left them so silently.

The amusement and playfulness of the past still flashed so clearly in their minds. The guy who always kept a low profile in the team still did something with a high profile. The guy who always followed them to clean up their mess. That guy, he was now dead…

Shen Yanxiao was in a trance. Just yesterday, she still saw Li Xiaowei smiling while bowing his head.

But now…

He was no longer in this world.

Li Xiaowei's death was like a steel knife that tore open the hearts of the members of Phantom, leaving wounds that were difficult to heal.

"Don't just sit there, crying like a fool!" Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath, forced down the severe pain in her chest, grabbed Tang Nazhi by the collar and pulled him up.

"The devil general that killed Xiaowei is still alive. Are you going to avenge Xiaowei with me, or will you just let those devil generals laugh at our cowardice?"

Li Xiaowei was gone. But their Phantom group was still here!

They would certainly settle this enmity for him!

Tang Nazhi stared at Shen Yanxiao with a mix of tears and blood on his handsome face. His despairing eyes gradually regained their clarity and the flames of revenge were kindled in Tang Nazhi's eyes. He gently put Li Xiaowei on the ground, pulled off his cape, and carefully covered him.

"Brother, I will avenge you."

Tang Nazhi wiped away the tears on his face and looked with hatred at the twelve devil generals nearby.

It was they who had killed Li Xiaowei.