Mianmian introduced herself, and the child covering his mouth in surprise exclaimed, "Wow, so you're from the mysterious Eastern country! Let me think… Indeed, someone told me I'd meet someone from the Eastern country, but I can't remember who it was anymore."
The little one giggled behind his hand and suddenly hid among the clouds.
Then, Mianmian realized she had been targeted.
She was about to block Cupid's Arrow of Love with her sword when it was deflected by the Grim Reaper's Scythe.
Cupid's mischievous plan hadn't succeeded, and he blinked innocently, "Well, I did want to arrange a love that would carve itself into your bones, but since I can't make the shot, let's forget it."
Feeling that it was futile to reason with this little deity, Mianmian simply bid farewell to Cupid.
"All that's left is to find a place where your Believers are plentiful and carve out a spot there to build your Underworld."
This was going to require massive network data again!