Zhang Ze didn't think of himself as a bad person, at most he could only be considered a rascal.
Aside from occasionally making some out-of-sync noises when everyone is having fun, he didn't really have many flaws.
So, Zhang Ze didn't understand why this little doe fainted.
Zhang Ze turned back to look at the riverside and reached out to grab back the Fuji, the Evil God of the creek who had turned into a mess of tentacles.
Held her in his hands and squeezed repeatedly until she returned to her original shape.
"I think it's your problem," Zhang Ze said.
Little Fuji put her hands on her hips, snorted, looked Zhang Ze up and down, and then said angrily.
"Ugh, it's clearly your problem, how can you blame someone as cute as me?"
Zhang Ze, "What's it got to do with me? I'm perfectly normal."
Fuji pointed to Zhang Ze's lower half, "You're normal? Then where are your pants?"
"Huh?"
