Medusa glanced at the aged and haggard Zhong Wuyan, who looked even more repulsive and sickening than before. Pale and devoid of any color, she looked pitiful at first glance.
Even so, it failed to evoke the slightest hint of sympathy from Medusa. Besides, that obnoxious white-haired brat had brazenly begged for her precious blood on Zhong Wuyan's behalf—humph, it was not going to be that easy!
Thus, Medusa narrowed her phoenix eyes and spoke with a cold edge:
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