A billionaire family travels to the world of beasts, and the people who feed them are crazy

Their eyes, which were originally as sharp as those of nocturnal animals, became hot and greedy at this moment, as if they could devour Mi Yue alive, just like a group of hungry wolves seeing fat prey, with naked desire flashing in their eyes.

The light of desire in the eyes of one of the Dark Night Clan elders was particularly strong, and the light almost set his eyes on fire.

He took a big step forward, his heavy steps carrying an unquestionable momentum, and said to Feynman: "Chief, look at the blood of this little female, it is so sweet and tempting, you can't enjoy it alone, let everyone taste this delicacy."

His voice was particularly loud in the noisy banquet, and some of the males around him seemed to be bewitched and echoed his voice.

"Yes, Chief, good things should be shared."

"I have never smelled blood so sweet."

"That's right, Chief, let us also taste her blood."

Their voices intertwined, and their gazes towards Mi Yue became more and more naked, as if as soon as Feynman agreed, they would pounce on Mi Yue and suck her blood dry.

Their eyes turned to Mi Yue, creating an invisible pressure.

Feynman did not respond immediately. He tilted his head slightly, as if admiring an interesting toy.

His gaze slowly fell on Mi Yue's face. That gaze seemed to carry a real warmth. He found Mi Yue's frightened expression very interesting.

Mi Yue's eyes were full of fear.

Her body trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, and she tried to hide behind Feynman. Facing those naked and fierce gazes, Feynman seemed like a good person.

When the Dark Night Clan elder saw that Feynman had no objection, he thought that he had agreed, and a triumphant smile instantly appeared on his wrinkled face.

He couldn't wait to stretch out his hand, and the rough big hand stretched out towards Mi Yue like an eagle's claw, trying to pull her over.

Mi Yue subconsciously slapped the elder's hand away, with a flash of anger in her eyes, like a little beast that was forced into a desperate situation: "What are you doing, don't touch me."

Mi Yue's voice was trembling slightly, but full of determination.

If she was going to be sucked blood by these people, she would rather end her life.

The elder was angered by Mi Yue's behavior. His face turned red instantly, as if it was on fire. The veins on his forehead bulged like little winding snakes.

"You are a little female who doesn't know how to live or die. How dare you resist?" The voice exploded at the banquet like thunder, shaking everyone around.

Although Mi Yue was afraid, she still mustered up her courage and said loudly: "I am the clan leader's man, you can't touch me. Your actions are disrespectful to the clan leader."

She looked firmly at the elder, then turned to Feynman for support.

After hearing what Mi Yue said, Feynman's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Mi Yue's cheek with his slender fingers, gently squeezing it with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"You little girl are quite eloquent." Then he slowly turned his head and looked at the elders and other tribesmen. His smiling eyes instantly turned cold.

"This little blood slave belongs to me. When I've had enough fun with him, I'll let you have a taste of him. Now, don't move, or you won't be polite to me." Feynman's voice was low and majestic, with unquestionable power.

Since the little female was willing to be his blood slave, he was happy to help her.

"Chief..." The elder frowned, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He still wanted to try again.

Feynman's eyes flashed, and a powerful aura emanated from him like a surging wave, pressing towards the elder.

The elder felt a tangible pressure, his body trembled slightly, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, he had to give up unwillingly under the intimidation of Feynman's momentum, with desire and anger still lingering in his eyes.

At this moment, a member of the Dark Night Clan came running from a distance with a panicked look on his face. He staggered and almost fell.

He ran to Feynman and shouted breathlessly: "Matriarch, it's bad. Princess Diana is ill."

When Feynman heard this, his face changed drastically, and a trace of panic flashed in his originally deep eyes.

He immediately let go of Mi Yue and ran towards Diana's residence like lightning.

Mi Yue hesitated for a moment and bit her lip. Looking at the males of the Dark Night Clan who were eyeing her covetously, she finally followed Feynman and ran over.

When they arrived, they saw a slender little female lying pale on the bed, her originally beautiful face now distorted by pain.

The princess' body kept twitching, her head tilted back as if she was electrocuted, almost touching the bed, and white foam kept coming out of her mouth, which flowed from the corners of her mouth onto the pillow.

He looked extremely painful, as if he was being tortured by a demon.

The Dark Night Clan doctor paced anxiously by the side, his brows furrowed, his hands rubbing together, his eyes full of helplessness.

Feynman walked quickly to the bedside, stretched out his trembling hand, and held his sister's hand tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush it.

His voice trembled as he asked, "How is Diana? Why did this happen?"

The clan doctor shook his head helplessly, his voice hoarse and heavy: "Clan leader, we have tried our best."

"What do you mean by try your best? I want you to cure her." Feynman said angrily.

"We really have no other way to deal with this situation. We can only let the princess bear it like this. Moreover, the princess's illnesses are becoming more and more frequent, and each attack causes great harm to her body. I'm afraid... she won't live long." The clan doctor said with a sigh.

His eyes were full of sorrow, as if he had seen the scene of Diana's death.

Mi Yue stood aside, looking at Diana's painful expression, and a trace of pity welled up in her heart.

That compassion was like a trickle of water, gathering into a force. She took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the courage into her body, and then she mustered up the courage to stand up.

"I can save her." Mi Yue's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in this depressing room.

Feynman turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as two blades, staring straight at Mi Yue.

"What did you say? Can you really save Diana?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Feynman's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by doubt.

Mi Yue nodded firmly, without any sign of retreat in her eyes: "Yes, I have a way, but you have to let me go."

Her tone was firm and she looked Feynman in the eye without the slightest fear.

Feynman's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. His stern face was like a mountain shrouded in darkness, and the storm surging in his eyes seemed about to devour everything.

He stood still, staring at Mi Yue with eyes like sharp arrows. Mi Yue straightened her back and looked back at him as firmly as the North Star. The air seemed to freeze.