Feng Bailing's heart stirred; she had hurt Xiaojin's feelings with her outing this time and ought to make it up to the little guy.
Feng Bailing quickly walked over, approaching where Dongfang Yong lay.
Dongfang Yong, upon hearing footsteps, once again found hope and opened his eyes.
He could barely make out a face.
The figure lifted a foot and kicked him, causing Dongfang Yong to groan.
"If you want me to save you, what will you repay me with?"
Dongfang Yong struggled to spit out a few words.
"All my money, I'll give it to you."
He took out his money pouch from his waist, which contained the savings he had gathered from years of being a mercenary, probably more than 10,000 taels.
"Who would covet your money?"
Feng Bailing only needed to successfully cultivate White Wax Worms, and money would flow to her like water.
Yet despite her vocal disdain, her hands were quite earnest as she took Dongfang Yong's money, and mockingly said,
