The four seas are turbulent, endlessly, one after another, as if there will never be a day that stops, and Fuxi sits on the reef, his sleeves are constantly ups and downs under the turbulent sea breeze, his eyes are cold and calm, overlooking Looking at the figures in front of him.

Or overbearing, or crazy, or angry to the extreme.

All the figures were Fuxi.

After getting the message that Fuxi of this world was attacked.

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