Shi Feng's flesh was a blur of blood as he collapsed onto the floor, barely recognizable even to his own mother at this moment.
At this instant, he felt such intense pain throughout his body, as though he was completely shattered.
"Are you okay?" Long Chen quickly crouched beside Shi Feng, anxiously asking. If this guy died, and Emperor Xiaoyao found out he died right in front of him one day, he would be unable to extricate himself from blame, unable to withstand Emperor Xiaoyao's fury.
Shi Feng slowly lifted his blood-drenched face, looking almost like a Fierce Ghost, and responded to Long Chen, "I'm fine, not dead yet." His voice was indifferent, though it sounded very weak.
To be honest, Long Chen found the face before him somewhat creepy in the darkness, but it was a relief that this pervert wasn't dead.
"This is our Royal Family's Fourth Grade Holy Healing Herb, the Heavenly Union Pill. Take it for now," Long Chen handed Shi Feng a blood-red pill.
