Xuanhuan: My Backing Is the Primordial World

"Fuxi, let me play your Fuxi zither." Mo Fan stopped Fuxi.

Fuxi stared blankly at the stranger before him and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do we know each other?"

"Damn it, you ungrateful brat! How can you have forgotten who your father is?" Mo Fan said, his face darkening.

"Have you forgotten how your old man raised you, changing your diapers and feeding you every step of the way?"

Fuxi felt a surge of fury shoot into the sky. This ** was clearly trying to make an enemy for life out of him.

"I am a primordial lifeform!"

A giant palm came crashing down toward Mo Fan. Realizing something was wrong, Mo Fan asked, "System, what era of the Primordial World is this?"

"The era when the world had just formed and the three clans were vying for supremacy."

"So Fuxi hasn't become my son yet?"

"Oh, damn!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.