"Back in the day, the Master fought for you, battled Pangu, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong, slew the Black Dragon... even massacred..."
Fu Xiqin was deeply engrossed in reminiscing about the days when Emperor Fu Xi was fiercely mighty, conquering lands.
Unexpectedly.
"Mmm... Mmm mmm... Mmm mmm mmm!"
Qin Qin was mercilessly silenced by the little Ancestor again, sob sob!
Zuzi's indifferent voice followed, "Who told him to fight with Pangu and the others?"
The Little Crow chimed in, tapping Fu Xiqin's head, "Exactly, exactly. Who told that old geezer to always get into fights? Always poking around, plucking Pangu bald, wrecking Gong Gong's axe, even putting out Zhu Rong's fire seed, and offending all the Ancestor's friends one by one until the Ancestor was all alone. Who said he could take the credit? And the Black Dragon was killed by the Ancestor, him stealing the spotlight?"
Fu Xiqin: "..."
Qin Qin hadn't even finished speaking.
