899 Owe a Debt Of Gratitude (1)

The glimmer of hope shone in Bai Qingqing's eyes once more. She blinked her eyes.

Muir retracted his hand from the top of her head, retrieved a heavy-looking bag from his waist, and handed it to her.

Bai Qingqing wasn't used to taking something from someone else without repaying them, but at this moment, she could care less as she hurriedly took the bag from him.

Opening the bag, she saw about a hundred crystals within.

Even though the situation was urgent, Bai Qingqing couldn't help but freeze in surprise.

Back then, just one transparent crystal and Curtis could buy all the rice that the sheep village possessed. And this person had so many of such crystals.

Muir selected a few green crystals and said, "These should be sufficient to save his life."