If he woke Shen Yanxiao up from her sleep, after Xiu's warning…

This was tantamount to asking for one's own death!

Tang Nazhi's high enthusiasm to fight people immediately subsided.

“Shall we go to the square, then?” Tang Nazhi's arrogance was obviously weakened by a level. Even

if he ate a bear heart and leopard gall, he would not dare to disobey Xiu's warning.

Yang Xi shook his head, “After all these years, you still haven't grown a brain?”

“How can I not grow a brain?!” Tang Nazhi growled again.

“You are now seeking your own death.” Li Xiaowei bowed his head and shed warm tears for his own younger brother.

“What are you talking about?” Tang Nazhi frowned. He didn't do anything. He hadn't fought with

people yet, okay?

“I hope Lord Xiu can show mercy and leave you an intact corpse.” Yan Yu's tone was particularly

regretful.

“…” Tang Nazhi couldn't understand why his little friend looked at him so mournfully, as if he would

be crushed to death the next second.

“It doesn't matter, we will remember to burn joss paper for you today next year.” Qi Xia followed up with a heartless remark.

“Just what did I ever do!?” Tang Nazhi was about to cry. How could he not understand what they were saying?

“You've woken me up, idiot.” A deep, sleepy murmur came from one side. Hearing the voice, Tang Nazhi's nerves immediately tingled as he swallowed his saliva and turned around. Behind, he saw Shen Yanxiao wearing a red dress. Her long black hair hanging loosely over her shoulders and her delicate little face had a fresh hint of waking up.

“Little… Xiao… how did you wake up…” The corners of Tang Nazhi's mouth went stiff.

Shen Yanxiao rubbed her sleepy eyes before throwing a glance at Tang Nazhi; then, she found a

chair to sit down. Her drowsiness had not completely receded. She could only lean on the back of

the chair and stare at Tang Nazhi lazily.

“Do you think your shout is very soft?” She could hear everything clearly in her room and almost had a nightmare from his roars. Never underestimate the destructive power of a Swordsman who was about to step into the realm

of a Saint.

“My voice is that loud?” A drop of cold sweat slipped down on Tang Nazhi's forehead.

“Take a guess.” Shen Yanxiao said smilingly.

“…” Tang Nazhi seemed to see the future where Lord Xiu's jade-like hand was clutching his delicate neck, and the dark clouds of death were hovering over his head.

“Little Xiao, you have to listen to my explanation! I really didn't want to wake you! You can't complain to Lord Xiu about this! These b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are all bullying me!!!” Tang Nazhi was almost crying as he held Shen Yanxiao's thigh.

“Shut up, so noisy.” Shen Yanxiao rubbed her ears. Tang Nazhi's vigorous wailing was louder than a horn.

Tang Nazhi immediately covered his mouth, obediently retreated to the side, and took a seat.

“I can see that you guys are not the least bit tired from all those journeys. Why don't you go to the backyard and chop wood for me?” Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes and swept her gaze over the other figures standing in the hall.

Yan Yu, Yang Xi, and Li Xiaowei sat down in the nearest chair almost at the same time without a moment's hesitation.

Shen Yanxiao, whose sleep was disturbed, was really terrifying! Her fighting strength had moved one grade higher than usual, and her temper had been upgraded

by more than ten levels.

The Phantom teenagers all shared the same consensus. Never talk to Shen Yanxiao when she has

just woken up; otherwise, they would never see the sun the next day!!!