Seeing it was Gyor, her eyes instantly erupted with a cold gleam of hatred.
Gyor ignored her gaze, holding a nourishing and blood-replenishing dinner in his hand, walking toward her.
"Time for dinner." Gyor sat beside her, picked up the spoon, and prepared to feed her.
Li Mumu felt nauseated at the sight of the carefully prepared blood-replenishing meal.
She fought back the urge to retch and said, "Gyor, I know you want my Golden Blood. The Royal Family has always been storing such Golden Blood as a backup. As long as you let me go, I will definitely ask my parents to take out the blood for your sister to use!"
Gyor sneered coldly, his fingers pinching her fragile chin, "Setting aside whether I'm sure the Royal Family truly stores Golden Blood, even if they do, what if it's not enough? Besides, I've kidnapped the Princess of the Royal Family, would they let me go?"
He not only needed to save his sister but also escape unscathed!
Did that mean there was no room for negotiation?
