Volume Four: Buddha Saves No One, but I, the Demon, Will-So Receiving Gifts Feels This Good (Part One)

A mouthful of blood sprayed out like flowers bursting across a mountainside. Xie Tang frowned. Wasn't he putting on a show? Indeed he was. Once Feng Zilei saw that the "object" hurtling toward him was Luo Qian, he made one part injury look like three. A small spit of blood would have done, but he forced his power up and sprayed like a watering can.

Blood covered Luo Qian's face, giving him the look of someone fresh from a bloody fight. The hot, sticky stuff had poured over his head so suddenly that even he went numb. He stared at Feng Zilei and blurted, "Your Highness..." Pale-faced, Feng Zilei pressed a hand to his chest and went limp as a sack, collapsing into Luo Qian's arms.

It was a peculiar scene. The person in the hero's arms was neither his sweetheart nor a sworn brother. Feng Zilei had offered himself up willingly, while Luo Qian remained bewildered and the young prince secretly rejoiced. Xie Tang found the sight deeply irritating. She approached with a cold expression. "Are you all right, Your Highness?" Feng Zilei dared not offend her and hastily coughed up another mouthful of blood. "Nothing serious. Is Mr. Luo all right?" Whatever his scheming, he had been hurt for Luo Qian's sake, so Xie Tang could hardly rebuke him. Her expression softened a little. "Where are your Spirit Pills? Give His Highness one, quickly."

"No need!" Feng Zilei had come to give Luo Qian a gift. If he failed to deliver it and instead swallowed one of Luo Qian's Spirit Pills, what a failure that would be! With an agility no injured man should have possessed, he produced a Spirit Pill, popped it into his mouth, and swallowed it in a gulp. "I'm fine!"

Xie Tang gave him