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

The numb crowd doesn’t understand. They don’t understand what these people are saying, nor do they understand where their anger comes from.

Some people have resisted before, but after rounds of brainwashing, except for the obedience that is implanted in their bones, everything else has become incomprehensible. Perhaps only a little instinct is left, an inextinguishable instinct for freedom.

Several people who were watching Canghai clenched their fingers, and couldn't help but want to hit someone. These people's faces were full of numb calmness, which was more unbearable than hysteria. How long had they been brainwashed to become like this?

The souls are shackled and these people are roughly washed into blank sheets of paper, waiting to be selected and painted by others.

"Oh shit!"

Some people couldn't help but swear. They were people, living people, not some randomly painted paper!

A dark and dark cave, dull and numb eyes.

Fang Zhixin gritted his teeth, waved his arm and pointed at Luo An: "Luo An, gather these people and smash them down. Smash everything here!"

"Just let this damn thing go to heaven!"

Since ordinary methods don't work, let's first stimulate these people's last instinct for freedom, and then think about it later!

There were already traces of flames on Fang Shaoli's fingertips, and Lu Yuan's hair had exploded.

The group of people were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood.

Bai Yuefeng smashed the cage-like cave hard with a stick, smashing it to pieces.

"How can a human body be curled up in a cage? Smash it all!"

Du Ruo was furious, and he used the spiritual power in his hand to wrap the bricks and smashed them hard on those seemingly exquisite instruments.

Looking at those ordinary shackles, Fang Zhixin raised his hand and thousands of space blades covered the entire underground city area. The silver-white light slashed down, and the shackles broke with a snap.

The crisp sound was faint but unusually loud. A group of people stared blankly at the broken shackles on their bodies, as if they realized for the first time how fragile this thing was.

"Smash them all!"

Luo An controlled some people to pick up rotten weapons, slashed at the detectors that were detecting their physical conditions, and smashed at the dog-hole-like cave.

One, two, once, twice.

From the numb smashing at the beginning, to the suppressed roar later, and then the hysterical and tearful shouting, the gradually rising cries and laughter filled the space.

They didn't know what emotion this was, nor did they understand why they were shouting or why they felt their bodies were no longer so stiff. They just shouted some meaningless syllables and smashed those things one by one with confused expressions.

The voice coming from the depths of the soul completely tore apart the formulaic smile on his face.

Even though his fingers were broken and his throat was hoarse, he didn't feel any pain. The beast deep in his soul roared and growled, trying to break through this numb body and regain his freedom.

The skinny old man in the corner was crying and laughing, running crazily, crying while hugging the bones, and laughing with his head raised.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was controlled or instinctive.

Fang Zhixin dragged out a sack of bombs and stomped his feet hard. Thousands of dimensional blades opened up, dark and empty.

She skillfully wrapped the bombs in cubes and threw them into the Dimension Blade. She had been laying mines professionally for a hundred years. Her eyes were fierce and she kept muttering:

“It’s all blown up, it’s all blown up!”

Xiao An: Zhixin, they have discovered something wrong, and the garrison troops from Rong Lixing are rushing here.

Fang Zhixin sneered: "You've come just in time, everyone evacuate and leave this place."

Luo An was planning to control these people to move, but he found that before he took action, some people had already stopped standing there numbly.

"What are you standing there for? Get out of here!"

Fang Zhixin pulled Luo An and ran away. Since this guy called her the young master, she couldn't just ignore him.

When Fang Zhixin said to retreat, Fang Shaoli and others who were smashing things violently immediately dropped what they were holding and ran away, with such skill that it was terrifying.

Fang Zhixin commanded everyone to evacuate, and for the first time he wanted to go home and move the Space Association over.

"The teleportation scroll is truly a great invention. If everyone had one, there would be no need to worry about not being able to escape."

This damn interstellar world is a bit troublesome.

"Go, go, Zhixin, wait until we are farther away before you bomb us!" Fang Shaoli shouted as he ran.

A hint of doubt flashed in Luo An's eyes. Didn't he see the young master place the bomb? Aren't those just storage rings and some scrolls?

"Young man, you don't understand. Just take your people and run away." Bai Yuefeng said earnestly.

Lu Yuan passed by like lightning, leaving behind a sentence: "She put two sacks in."

Hearing this, Zhong An and Du Ruo accelerated suddenly. This force was deadly!

Bai Yuefeng's smile faded: "Hurry up, run for your life! Do you have wind attributes? Speed ​​up, everyone!"

Du Ruo shouted: "Double the speed!"

Zhong An said bluntly: "Luo An, tell your people to speed up!"

Luo An nodded, orange flashed in his pupils, and some people with wind-attribute talents stood up, and the speed of the entire army suddenly increased.

He understood that when the young master was away, these few people were the only ones he could trust.

Fang Zhixin was running around in the factory area: "Find a few explosive spots and start a chemical reaction. No problem, the planet shouldn't explode."

Xiaofeng: Zhixin, do you still want to blow up the planet?

"Well... I'm not that crazy. I'm still an outstanding young man after all. How could I blow up a planet?"

Fang Zhixin muttered: "The key can't be blown up either."

Xiaofeng: ………

At this moment, Rongli's star garrison had surrounded the factory area and cleared out all personnel in the area.

The leader of the Rong Lixing garrison was not happy, because there were two guys next to him who seemed to be watching a show.

"You Blue Star people, do you like to join in the fun so much?"

Han Ting and the others laughed awkwardly: "How could that be possible? We are here to mourn our students and we just happened to encounter a terrorist invasion, so we came to help."

The garrison leader narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh? Help? What if I say we don't need it?"

"That's great." Ji Yuanhe was obviously relieved.

The garrison leader was confused. Was he wrong? Were these people really here to look for them, not to cause trouble?

Realizing that his tone was wrong, Ji Yuanhe added in a dissembling way: "I mean, we do want to help, but this is your army's own business after all, so we just..."

"Of course, if there is a need, we can also... that or something."

These words were really forced. The corners of the mouth of the leader of the Rong Lixing garrison twitched unconsciously. He understood that this group of people obviously did not want to help, but they could not save face.

He sneered and said sarcastically, "Blue Star, you're not as stubborn as the legend says."

The Blue Star people scratched their heads embarrassedly. Ah, they were stubborn and were causing trouble.

But we won’t tell you about this kind of thing.

Just as the garrison leader was about to lead his men in, the chimney at the highest point of the factory bulged up in a dangerous arc as if it had eaten too much.