Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
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The young men heard some footsteps on the stairs.
A man in his sleepwear walked over to the balcony with a toothbrush in his mouth and a brushing mug in his hand.
The others were looking at the apocalyptic sight. He followed their gazes.
He took the toothbrush out of his mouth and poured the cold water in the mug into his mouth.
Gargle gargle...spit!
"Bro, why are you spitting from your balcony? Don't you know that's unhygienic?"
"That's right, do you think you no longer have to behave yourself because we are all going to die?"
Mo Fan casually put the toothbrush and the mug down and replied, "I have never behaved myself."
Mo Fan looked at the altar and estimated its durability.
It was indeed a Forbidden Curse Magic Formation, but Mo Fan did not believe it would last for more than a day.