Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

The three of them took a deep look at the dilapidated hut. Although it was broken, it still stood tall in the wind and sand.

"It won't end here." Fang Zhixin teleported away with the two of them, "When the time comes, we'll build a grand stage for Teacher Jiang, and those monsters will be the biggest fireworks!"

"Zhi Xin, the goal is correct, but the prerequisite is that we must first reach the Transcendent Realm."

Du Ruo pursed her lips and said, "We are still B-level noobs now. We should hurry up and practice and upgrade, otherwise we will lose the qualification to demolish the house."

"Du Ruo is right. It's too early for you to talk about the Spacetime Demon God." Su Muqu shook his head helplessly. "The information revealed by Boss Fang is not something you can access."

He glanced at Fang Zhixin and gestured in the air with one hand: "If it weren't for your irreplaceable talent for acquiring information, I would have planned to clear your mind and delete those memories."

Feeling the sound of the wind whistling past his ears, Fang Zhixin rolled his eyes at Su Muqu and said, "Please stop your dangerous behavior. Changing your memory once is enough. I don't want to fall into the vortex of emotions again."

The three of them passed through the uninhabited land and set foot on the territory of Caesaril. Du Ruo took Fang Zhixin and Su Muqu to the Temple of Blessing.

She introduced: "The Temple of Blessing is in the center of this city. You can see it when you look up."

A dream castle stands in the center of the city, and pedestrians along the way send blessings to each other from time to time.

Small vendors pushing carts were hawking their wares, and knights in armor were marching in a line out of the city, probably to carry out a mission.

Several children in simple clothes were holding wooden swords and practicing martial arts with their friends, shouting, "I want to kill monsters in the future..."

"Me too. I heard that the sky used to be blue. That must have been beautiful..."

Passing through the bustling streets, the three of them came to the magnificent castle. Fang Zhixin looked up at the magnificent but pink dream castle and fell into deep thought.

“Are we really in the right place?”

She pointed at the castle and looked at Du Ruo, her eyes full of doubt, "Du Ruo, are you sure this is the Blessing Temple? Is it really not an amusement park?"

Du Ruo's forehead was bulging with veins, and he looked at Fang Zhixin with a fake smile, "Do you have any opinion on my aesthetics? Doesn't it look good?"

Fang Zhixin carefully examined the pink castle in front of him and stroked his chin. "It is beautiful, but... the temple in my mind should be a magnificent building full of mystery and holiness. This one is too cute."

"Especially since it's called the Temple of Blessing, it reminds me of a choir."

As he spoke, he placed his hands under his chin in a prayer gesture.

Du Ruo was so angry that she laughed. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned Fang Zhixin's head so that she faced the castle.

"Look carefully at it. This is what it looks like. Accept it!"

Su Muqu silently took a step back, pretending not to know the two conspicuous bags.

The guard at the temple gate stood straight, but a drop of cold sweat unconsciously flowed down his forehead.

"Are you three going to come in or not?"

An impatient voice came from behind the three people. Fang Zhixin turned around and saw several people with different hair colors staring at him with indignant looks.

"Are you guys still leaving or not?"

The three of them immediately moved aside, "You go first."

Du Ruo glanced at the people walking in and muttered quietly, "The entrance is clearly next to it, why are they queuing behind us?"

Hearing this, several people paused. A brown-haired man turned around and looked at the three people.

"you……"

He was about to say something when he saw Du Ruo, and then he noticed that this girl was very similar to the saint.

No, she is the saint herself!

He asked tentatively: "Are you the Saint Lady?"

"Saint!" Du Ruo rolled her eyes. She got a headache when she heard the word "saint". This title of "saint" should be given to Lu Yuan, or at worst to Fang Shaoli, not her.

The guard who was standing upright was ashamed again. It seemed that the Saint's personality had changed suddenly.

The Saint in their memory was obviously elegant and self-possessed. But this one kept calling her "holy shit" and rolling her eyes. Is she really the Saint?

The person who was speechless after being rebuked by Du Ruo opened his mouth with a look of disbelief on his face.

"This……"

"We misunderstood." An elegant voice sounded, and the blond man in the lead stepped forward, glanced at Du Ruo and said,

"We preconceived that you three were also the ones queuing to enter the temple, so there was something wrong with our words. I hope you don't mind."

The man introduced himself, "My name is Vildori, these are my teammates, Leib, Orana, and Doqit."

Fang Zhixin raised his eyebrows, "How strange? Is this really a person's name? This is so strange..."

Everyone:…………

The air suddenly became quiet, and Du Ruo seemed to hear a crow cawing and laughing as it flew by.

What the hell is this pun?

The man named Duoqi Te was indignant, "Don't use your evil Dongxia pun on my name!"

Du Ruo lowered his head and his shoulders trembled. Su Muqu suppressed his laughter and whispered, "Fang Zhixin, you are trying to take the bamboo shoots. They are almost broken."

Fang Zhixin and Duoqi Te stared at each other, and finally Fang Zhixin gave in. He turned his eyes away first, biting his cheek to hold back his laughter.

She managed to squeeze out a sentence, "I'm really sorry..."

The guard standing in front of the door looked up at the sky, gritting his teeth and trying not to laugh until his eyes were wet, and begging in his heart, "Please, please come in quickly."

Doqit gritted his teeth and looked at Virdori resentfully, wondering why he had to introduce his name to the Dongxia people. He felt so wronged that he almost cried.

Vildori coughed dryly, "We have something else to do. See you again if we are lucky."

He originally planned to get in touch with the Saint Lady, but the girl around her really made it difficult for him.

If you stay any longer, Duoqi Te will break.

Hearing Vildori's words, Fang Zhixin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, then looked at Duoqi Te with small spots on his face, and shouted sincerely, "Looking forward to seeing you again, Duoqi Te, your name is very nice."

Duqi Te: "...Thank you..."

Du Ruo gave Fang Zhixin a thumbs up and said, "You can do this... I will die of laughter at your train of thought sooner or later."

Fang Zhixin shrugged, "I can't help it. My brain is too active. When will Carls come?"

"He is so Buddhist and has a bald head. He won't become a monk, will he?"

Kars, who just arrived: "...Speak with mercy, my wife is still waiting for me to come home, I can't become a monk."

"I was just complaining casually." Fang Zhixin was very embarrassed. He had complained in front of the person who was responsible. What should he do now?

Du Ruo also turned her face away guiltily. Carls's shiny head was still her masterpiece.

Su Muqu looked left and right and chose to look up at the sky. These two were too good at causing trouble.

He had begun to doubt whether he could go back to Dongxia's No. 1 University. He always felt that there were many talented people there.

I hope Boss He hasn't also learned bad things.