End of the world countdown, one day.

It should have been a clear, cloudless day, at least that’s what the weather forecast said, but the gloomy sky surely made the people drying clothes a bit uneasy, right?

Luo Qianqian looked at a group of young men coming over shamelessly asking for leggings, and couldn’t help but laugh and cry; what kind of precedent had she set for this group?

Nevertheless, she generously handed them out, especially attentively making a call to her hand and sending enough leggings in large sizes, fleece-lined and thickened versions for everyone. Even Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry; what kind of magic did these things possess that fascinated everyone?

"Do you want some too?" Seeing Yan’s curious gaze, Luo Qianqian took four pairs boldly, threw them to four people with a chuckle: "You guys can try them, they’re really nice, and most importantly, they can slim the legs..."

She then glanced at Yan’s legs, silently pulled back the leggings; all right, this person clearly didn’t need this feature, his long, well-proportioned legs could be leg models, couldn’t they?

Long legs, really envied and resented.

If... her legs were that long... roar roar roar...

In the next second, she saw Yan nonchalantly take the leggings and study them.

Meanwhile, Mo, intrigued, already changed into leggings, appearing in front of everyone.

The difference was, others remembered to put on pants over them; he appeared directly wearing leggings.

Seeing the unsuitably bulging sight, Luo Qianqian silently covered her face and turned away; this scene was just... too tantalizing.

"What’s wrong? Isn’t this the way to wear them? Look how you wear them here." Mo, however, didn’t mind at all and stood in front of Luo Qianqian, showing her the foot stirrups.

Luo Qianqian covered her mouth, her voice a bit gloomy, not daring to look up: "These are for stepping on to prevent the pants from being pulled up."

"Really fascinating." Mo crouched down in realization, tidied the foot stirrups, then put his shoes back on.

The next moment, blood flowed through Luo Qianqian’s fingers, slowly dripping down, falling to the ground, drop by drop, splattering into bright blood flowers.

"??!" Mo froze, looking at the blood occasionally dripping from Luo Qianqian, at a loss.

"Yan, come quickly." But just the next moment, he loudly called out.

He swiftly distanced himself from Luo Qianqian, fearing his venom had caused her current condition.

His cries attracted the attention of everyone, who turned to see someone covering their nose and mouth, occasionally dripping blood.

She was the youngest among their group.

Instantly, everyone was a bit panicked, calling for a doctor.

Yan quickly came over, crouched down, seeing Luo Qianqian keeping her head down, with ears tinged red, and the whole person looking even more delicate against her clothes.

He reached for Luo Qianqian’s wrist, then glanced at Mo, frowning slightly: "Quickly put on your clothes, what are you doing over there?"

Clearly... this young lady was having a nosebleed.

Heartbeat was too fast, was she embarrassed?

Hmm... obviously, yes.

But he didn’t say much else, seeing the person carrying the medical kit arriving, calmly stepped aside: "It should be due to dry weather causing the nosebleed."

The doctor paused upon hearing Yan’s words, then examined briefly and quietly handed her a few tissues: "Dry weather, drink more water..."

And then hastily left.

Luo Qianqian’s face was still red, but she managed to stop the nosebleed, while Yan calmly opened a bottle of water beside her.

In the next second, half of the water was gone, but the blood marks on her face and hands disappeared.

She rubbed her face and looked at Yan: "I just... the dry weather..."

"Hmm, I didn’t say otherwise." Yan seemed in good spirits, handing the water to Luo Qianqian: "Have some water."

Mo, already tidied up, reappeared sitting three meters away from Luo Qianqian, watching her: "Are you okay?"

Luo Qianqian’s muffled voice came from her bowed head nearing her chest: "I’m fine, dry weather easily causes nosebleeds."

Yan looked at her flushed earlobes and laughed quietly.

Upon hearing this, Mo sighed with relief.

He knew he carried venom, having been exposed since childhood, how could he not be tainted at all? But usually, nothing happened, so seeing Luo Qianqian’s nosebleed suddenly truly startled him.

As night falls, everyone is asleep, now is the last resting time, they can’t give up.

And at midnight, they’ll enter a state of preparedness.

Despite before Xia Tian’s Exotic Beast’s first invasion, countries have reported that the world’s end does not exist, nor will there be the so-called three days of Darkness, nor the extinction of humankind, nor emergence of new species.

Yet after The Gate of Another World first opened, such claims arose once more before everyone.

Some people believed in the doomsday theory, squandered freely in remaining time, loved life, even selling their houses.

They thought, just like the last opening of The Gate of Another World, countless houses were destroyed, yet no compensation was seen, right?

As a result, housing prices took a nosedive, remaining low to this day.

A vast territory is sometimes like this, compared to small countries, they are much more likely to be attacked.

But this time, the Nine Gates appearing together didn’t overlook small nations.

Luo Qianqian took a deep breath, quietly watching the starless, eerily glowing dark red sky, feeling a bit melancholy.

This time, perhaps...

"Oh my!" Luo Qianqian suddenly cursed, abruptly stood up, staring at the black cloak appearing unevenly in the arranged site center, even without approaching, she knew who it was.

The person who once prophesied the Nine Stars Conjunction to her...

"Wang Wei, what are you doing!" Luo Qianqian quickly walked toward the person but suddenly stopped.

Wait, why was this person’s aura so lifeless, like an exhausted, returning light, leaving only a shell?

"Shiqi, don’t go over." Meanwhile the other four just finished cultivation, stood up one after another, seeing the person in the center, gasped.

"What happened to him?"

"Seems like he’s been drained of energy."

Huangfu Yihui and Mo’s question and answer made Luo Qianqian shiver in fear; this person... who would do such a thing to him?