Zhang Heng ignored Loki's blessing and instead frowned. "What did you do to me? How did you make me enter your instance at just the right time?"
"Hey, couldn't you come up with a better question? I'm the God of Lies and Mischief. This sort of thing is a piece of cake for me." Loki puffed out his chest proudly.
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng paid no attention to his nonsense and took the Plague Bone Bow off his back.
Seeing Zhang Heng preparing to make a move again, Loki could only say helplessly, "Stop, stop, stop. Even if we're going to fight later, shouldn't you at least hear what the other person has to say first? I risked radiation poisoning and getting run over by a car to sit here waiting for you."
"You're the God of Lies and Mischief. Is there any point in listening to what you say?" Zhang Heng raised an eyebrow.
"I'm the God of Lies and Mischief, but that doesn't mean I lie all the time." Loki spread his hands. "You've read Norse Mythology too. You should know I did some good things there as well. Although the gods of Asgard hated me, quite a few of them benefited from my help. It was only because I was the son of a giant that they never truly considered me one of their own. It's such a sad story. Heartbreaking, really."
"So you dragged me into your instance to pour out your grievances about the discrimination and unfair treatment you suffered at the hands of the gods of Asgard?" Zhang Heng said flatly. "I suggest you just @ that blond-haired man who knows everything on Twitter. He has devoted his life to eliminating racial discrimination and has achieved remarkable results so far. He might be interested in