Jiaojiao: "Of course you're famous! Haven't you seen all the private messages those believers have been sending you?!"
Qin Yu: "What about in the Evil Chosen?"
Jiaojiao: "I think you'll be even more famous there since you've said before that people bitten by a dog fear rabies more."
Dammit, this fatso.
Qin Yu scowled and rolled his eyes, placing his pudgy hand on Jiaojiao's plump buttocks.
Jiaojiao immediately changed her tune, "Exceptional people stand out wherever they are."
Qin Yu: "Then how many do you think in the Evil Chosen want to off me?"
The question didn't require Jiaojiao's answer because Golden Wall chimed in for her.
—Over there in the Evil Chosen, whether it's regular Chosen, deities, or even gods of heaven, have been probing for your whereabouts these past five years.
Jiaojiao seemed to understand something, "So... we can't be high-profile, can we?"
