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

Lan Qi, who had rushed back, nodded: "That's right, it's the tradition of the Interstellar League. If you represent an individual, you will record your declaration in advance if you represent a planet or a force."

"To put it bluntly, it's just a means of creating a god and increasing popularity."

Luo An, who was standing by, handed the collected materials to Fang Zhixin.

Looking at the manuscripts in his hands, Fang Zhixin felt for the first time that meeting people and socializing was quite embarrassing.

After all, if you don't have strong mental strength, you really can't recite these lines.

Fang Shaoli and Bai Yuefeng did not arrive. The two of them were discussing something important to do, and they gathered their men and went to do something unknown.

The only team members present were Fang Zhixin, Du Ruo, Lu Yuan and Zhong An.

Du Ruo looked through the template and began to doubt his life: "What's the difference between this and an advertisement?"

Lu Yuan took over the conversation: "Maybe... the name sounds better, a competition manifesto, an advertisement, well, the former sounds better."

Zhong An covered her head with her hands. Even someone as calm as her didn't want to make any declarations. It was too embarrassing.

"I refuse. I refuse this approach."

Fang Zhixin propped up his chin: "I refuse too."

Before Lan Qi could speak, Luo An took out a few more documents and handed them to the four people in front of him. They said to him:

"Young Master, here are the competition declarations of some princes and dukes. You can refer to them."

After thinking about the character of the person in front of him, he added: "I investigated the initial declaration of participation in the Star League. It was more like trash talk and a provocation before the war. Young Master can also give it a try."

Hearing this, Fang Zhixin perked up. Was it actually the trash talk segment? She looked at Luo An who had made the suggestion.

The numbness in those orange eyes was gone. Although a hint of confusion would occasionally flash across them, there was finally light, the light of self-will.

"Well done, Luo An. By the way, have you found what you want to do?"

Luo An raised his eyelashes and looked at the person in front of him. The scenes of being rescued were vivid in his mind, the flickering flames, the slashing blows that tore through the sky, and the deafening shouts.

She could have used her abilities to do many things. The talent of consciousness invasion is an ability that many people in power want to control. With her intelligence, she would not fail to understand what this talent represents.

But this person gave up without any hesitation. She just said, "Wait for him to make a decision of his own will. It's up to him to stay or go."

Isn't such a person worth following?

"I want to stay in Suguang. I want to follow the young master. I want to see the future that the young master creates, and I also want my people to live in that future."

Luo An looked directly into Fang Zhixin's eyes and expressed his thoughts seriously.

No one is more worthy of following than the person in front of you.

The air was silent, and Luo An felt a little nervous. After all, he was still a little weaker than Lan Qi, although he had great talent and his brain was better than Lan Qi's.

But...what if the young master doesn't agree?

"Sure, you're welcome to join us, Luo An." Fang Zhixin extended his hand and smiled brightly, "A word of advice in advance, we like to stir up trouble, so remember to exercise your heart."

Luo An's eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his hand and shook it, revealing a smile, which was different from the smile he had been trained to smile, but a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.

"I will, young master."

Lan Qi on the side was amazed. This kid Luo An was growing at an astonishing speed. He was also very smart and could learn things quickly.

She has considered many details better than him, and she never behaves like this outside, with a worthless smile on her face.

Outside, he kept people at a distance and was as cold as the most stubborn ice in the freezer, which stung people painfully. His hair and eyes were warm, but his whole body was cold.

What a sin, Tianquan!

"Tsk tsk tsk, Young Master, then what about your competition declaration?" Lan Qi ruthlessly brought the topic back on track.

Fang Zhixin stroked his chin and thought: "If we come, it will really be trash talk. Everyone has to say it?"

"Representative, generally the captain can say it."

Hearing this, Zhong An breathed a sigh of relief, but the other half depended on what Fang Zhixin would say.

"Okay, let's record it."

The girl's eyes were full of cunning. She had already made a bigger mistake, so a few trash words wouldn't hurt.

The clock hands turned, sweeping through the sands of time, and the Interstellar League would soon open.

Magnificent warships set sail from each planet, followed by various spaceships, like exquisite wind chimes in the universe. In addition to the eye-catching main body, the fluttering ribbons behind them are also beautiful.

Escorted by majestic fighter jets, interstellar navigation tracks light up, and the combination of those tiny lights outlines the magnificent traces of life, shining and illuminating the dark and boundless universe.

The lit interstellar navigation road is a great testimony to life, and this scene evokes the memories of the interstellar people.

The previous Star League was so grand and magnificent, and the moment of killing a bunch of monsters was so thrilling and exciting.

Some elderly people looked at the spaceship flying overhead, and a glimmer of light quietly emerged in their cloudy eyes.

"The Star League... this is the Star League."

"We all went to a deadly sea of ​​stars, carving out a victory that would never turn back. Can the interstellar world today ever regain its former glory?"

Those who did not participate were silent as they read Gu Xinghai's message.

"When did we... forget that there are people out there protecting us?"

"It's not that I'm a conspiracy theorist. Ever since the Tianquan incident was exposed, I've always felt that the interstellar space is not as peaceful as it seems."

"Gu Xinghai, are the people over there okay?"

"My grandfather said that there is an interstellar graveyard, a sea of ​​dead stars, the most romantic stories, the most worthy brothers and sisters, and the most decisive victory."

As news came out one after another, Gu Xinghai sparked heated discussions. The strange thing was that even though there were some deliberately provocative topics mixed in, they could not suppress the discussion of this topic.

The team in charge of the Star Network were stunned, with the beeping sound ringing in their ears and the red warning lights reflected on their faces.

They just stared at the holographic emoticons on the big screen in a daze.

The league leader kicked the door open with a bang: "Didn't I tell you to block all the news discussing Ancient Xinghai? What are you doing..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a huge emoticon hanging in the air, and a little yellow face with a half-smile was looking at them mockingly.

There is another line of writing below.

"Are you blocking the news because you feel guilty?"

The extremely sarcastic and mocking words came into view, as if saying nothing, but they accurately pierced into the hearts of a group of people.

The league leader's face completely sank.

"Why didn't you stop it? What are you standing there for? Check it out for me!"

The team in charge of Star Network sat down in silence, with the text reflected in their eyes, and they couldn't muster the energy to work.

Yes, what topic about Gu Xinghai can be blocked? What can’t be discussed?

Are those sacrifices not to be mentioned?

Or...someone doesn't want the public to mention it.