Kapitel 1959: The 1959 devil race

"Mengluo, how are you?" Ling Chuxi transferred her Yuan Qi into Meng Luo's body to treat her injuries.

"You ... You're here!" Meng Luo said as she lay in Ling Chuxi's arms, her eyes flashing with a strange light. Her vision had already regained its clarity, and her pale face had also gradually returned to normal with Ling Chuxi's treatment.

However, Ling Chuxi always felt that her gaze was a little abnormal. It made one's hair stand on end.

"Don't speak, first recuperate. " Ling Chuxi said.

"Yes." Meng Luo said obediently. She closed her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face.

Ling Chuxi did not know why, but she felt that there was a sweet taste in his smile.

'It's just an illusion, an illusion. I must be overthinking it. ' Ling Chuxi patted her forehead and consoled herself.