Moli extended something akin to a tentacle from her fingertip, probing little by little under Liu Mou's epidermis, feeling the tumult of energy within his body.
"What's wrong with him?"
Moli retracted the tentacle back into her finger and frowned, "The energy in his body does not belong to our world. It's probably agitated due to incompatibility. It seems that only Sister Meng can relieve him."
"Meng?" Qiang Ba's usually stern expression softened upon hearing this name, "Has she come?"
"Brother, don't you keep track of the woman you like?"
"I... I just..."
"Enough!" Although in great pain, Liu Mou was still conscious, "Can you two stop with the nonsense at a time like this and hurry up and take me to that... to Meng?"
"Shut up! Do you think you can address Meng so casually!"