The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss-Chapter 2681 - : Fallen Youth (3)
Chapter 2681: Fallen Youth (3)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Xiaoxiao, save my brother! Save my brother!” Tang Nazhi’s face was covered with tears. He carried Li Xiaowei to Shen Yanxiao. Li Xiaowei’s blood continuously dyed his clothes red, and the glaring red almost covered the two brothers.
Shen Yanxiao froze on the spot and stared at Li Xiaowei on Tang Nazhi’s back.
That extremely familiar face was covered with blood with his eyes quietly closed. He was so close, but she could not sense his presence.
Shen Yanxiao’s mind exploded. Her petite figure swayed and she nearly fell.
“Xiaoxiao… save him…” Tang Nazhi looked at Shen Yanxiao. His eyes that were brimming with tears were filled with despair.
Shen Yanxiao opened her mouth in a daze and her chest suddenly tightened. It was extremely difficult for her to breathe and her mind felt bloated. Everything in front of her was as unreal as a dream.
“Nazhi, let Xiaowei rest in peace.” Qi Xia swallowed his saliva with great difficulty and walked to Tang Nazhi with a pale face. His phoenix-like eyes that were always smiling had turned red.
“What do you mean?” Tang Nazhi looked at Qi Xia in a daze.
Qi Xia wanted to say something else, but his chest felt so stifled that it was about to explode. He could not squeeze out any sound. He suddenly took a deep breath and turned his head away.
“Nazhi…” Yang Xi clenched his fist. He did not know what he wanted to say at that moment, and his mind was blank.
All of this was like a dream for the members of Phantom.
It was the most unacceptable thing for them.
“Nazhi, wake up. Xiaowei has left! He’s dead!” Shen Siyu walked over. Li
Xiaowei’s death was like a bolt from the blue for Shen Yanxiao and the rest. Even though these young men were usually calm and wise, they had completely lost their rationality at this moment.
Shen Siyu knew how precious the friendship between Shen Yanxiao and her friends was. That was why they could not accept Li Xiaowei’s death.
“Impossible! My brother will not die! He said he would wait for me! He promised me! My brother would never lie to me!” Tang Nazhi cried and shouted. He refused to accept all this. He absolutely did not believe that his brother was dead.
Just ten minutes ago, they parted ways.
How did his brother die in such a short time?
Impossible!
Tang Nazhi’s roar made everyone’s heart ache.
Tang Nazhi’s tall body could not stop trembling. It was clearly the summer season, but he felt that the air around him was so cold that his whole body was stiff. However, what frightened him even more was that Li Xiaowei’s body on his back was getting colder and colder, and the last trace of warmth was continuously tacnng trom ms DOCIY.
All of this told Tang Nazhi that Li Xiaowei was dead, really… dead.
“Ah!!” A heart-wrenching cry exploded from Tang Nazhi’s mouth. His heart ached so much that he could not even straighten his waist. He hunched his body and grabbed Li Xiaowei’s hands on his shoulders.
Tang Nazhi knelt on the ground like an injured beast, crying and roaring incessantly. Bead-sized tears rolled down from his eyes and dropped on the charred ground.
This was a dream. This was not real.
As long as he woke up from the dream, his brother would still be here…
