"Stop always thinking I'm the problem."
Then he turned his gaze toward Huo Huo.
Under a normal worldview, a pitiful little girl like her obviously couldn't handle some Herrscher of Flame wearing Terra's skin.
But Terra's worldview was now one of black-and-white balance.
In a world where Black and White Qi were balanced, Valmont, as a representative of righteousness, could beat the Eight Immortals into airplane condoms in a furniture store.
As long as she was defined as a member of the White Qi, everything would naturally become different.
Thus, he spoke to Huo Huo with a grave expression.
"Grandpa Tail owes me a huge debt. Are you willing to work overtime to pay it off for him?"
"If you work enough overtime, I'll give Grandpa Tail back to you."
The moment those words came out—
The tears rolling in the eyes of the little fox girl, who looked as though she were about to burst into tears, stopped.
Then she asked Russell.
"...What... what kind of overtime?"
"Uh... you don't need to pay me back... Just let Grandpa Tail go free!"
"Very good. Full of spirit."
Russell solemnly tossed a scroll containing a wet bath towel, a furniture-store mop, two baguettes air-dried for two months, a bottle of lubricant, and various other props beside the little crybaby whose tail had lost a section, as well as Seele, who was clearly frantic.
"There may be a minor disaster on this planet next. You two will protect it."
"I'm taking the others out to have fun first."
"I'll treat you both to a hot spring later."
Then, under Seele's somewhat dazed gaze and Ling's scream of "I haven't packed up my stall yet," he stuffed all the girls into his painting.
Then he darted all the way toward what was clearly