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

Since the Tracing of Light, various forces, large and small, have sent out some things, either to congratulate or to test, but in the end no one was stupid enough to provoke a dispute.

Since then, Blue Star has completely entered the eyes of major institutions, and its brilliant record has become a solid stepping stone, which has really hit the field of the Interstellar League.

It was as if someone had smashed the door open with a brick, slapped many people in the face before they could get into trouble, and then said, "Sorry, I broke in without permission."

Arrogant, but now they have the capital to be arrogant. The alloy brick is just smashed there, and they are still honest and show their big white teeth, appearing super friendly.

It was as if the ferocious monster just now was just an illusion.

Fang Zhixin smiled brightly and cheerfully, but his words always carried a kind of beauty that didn't care about other people's lives.

"Wow, there are so many people here. So everyone is thinking about this." Fang Zhixin slapped his leg in annoyance and regret, "What a pity."

Fang Shaoli came over and said in a nonchalant tone: "It's okay, in a month, I will definitely be able to find another Spacetime Demon God."

"Everyone is welcome to come along then."

After saying that, he felt that it was not rigorous enough, so he leaned over and added: "Don't blame us if they die. We are not responsible for protecting them."

Others followed the broadcaster, avoiding the live broadcast room and writing something frantically with pens.

[…I have a good idea of ​​myself, so I won’t go.]

[Is this the key point? The key point is that this group of people actually want to kill the Space-Time Demon God. Wake up! ]

[Coming from another live broadcast room, good news, my prince is not injured, bad news, he plans to find the Space-Time Demon God. ]

「Haha, my prince is the same... Is it too late for me to die right here... uh?」

[Please, stop it, Sister Fang. The atmosphere of the entire league is wrong. I'm going crazy! ]

There is no harm without comparison. When a precious and noble garden grows a wild sunflower, it jumps and shakes off the dirt on its body, facing the wind and rain.

He would slap Fengyu a few times from time to time, living a reckless and arrogant life.

How could other flowers watch the show? They are able to live so freely, so how could they be willing to be confined in a comfortable territory?

The most important thing is, who would be willing to lose to a stupid sunflower? It feels like the whole style is wrong.

Just when everyone thought that the matter had come to an end, Dirichette outside the live broadcast suddenly spoke up.

"Have you forgotten where this is? This is the Ancient Star Sea, the Sea of ​​Death, the interstellar graveyard."

Direkate walked into the camera, raised his eyes and spoke coldly: "This space-time demon god was put into sleep by the three legions at a huge cost. It was already seriously injured. You killed it by accident."

"But you have no chance to approach the demon gods from other time and space. Face the reality. This is not a place for you to play house."

The cold words poured down like a bucket of cold water on the hot-blooded people.

Fang Zhixin hesitated for a moment and said, "General, are you... worried about us?"

Derekate's eyes flashed, and he avoided Fang Zhixin's gaze and continued, "Don't take good luck as the norm. Acting recklessly will make you regret it."

"You are really worried about us." Fang Zhixin confirmed.

The busy people were powerless to complain: Please focus on the point!

Dirikate's patience was exhausted. It was indeed worth reminding him that he could kill the Time and Space Demon God, but he was not interested in saying anything more about the arrogant man who refused to listen.

"Wait a moment." Lu Yuan put down his pen, stood up and spoke.

Derickete stopped and said in a slightly cold voice: "Anything else?"

“You didn’t lose money.”

Everyone: "..."

Live broadcast room:………

Derekate: “……I’ll have it repaired.”

Lu Yuan stepped forward and said, "Okay, give me the address of your maintenance department and I'll drive there directly."

Dericket was silent for a while: "Okay."

Fang Zhixin's mouth twitched: "What a hearty conversation."

Xing Wu, who was squatting in the live broadcast room, laughed out loud.

“Hahahaha, that cold-faced guy has finally met his end. These people are so interesting.”

Lake shook his head, but before he could say anything, Xing Wu raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Don't talk, Lake. I'm going to get mad if you talk. Don't force me to slap you when I'm having the happiest time."

After saying this, Xing Wu suddenly became quiet and looked at Mu Yuan in the corner with worry.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

For example, the demon god of time and space died, and their revenge was avenged.

But in the end nothing was said.

Ordinary words cannot comfort a tired soul.

The battle was too cruel. Muyuan came back with only his body, and his soul was lost in the time that was constantly going back.

The leader of the Third Army, who was once the most capable fighter, has also become an honest man who just muddles through.

In the corner, Mu Yuan, who was always active, stared at the live broadcast room expressionlessly with a gloomy look on his face.

He raised his hand to open the video, and accurately moved the progress bar to the moment of killing the Space-Time Demon God.

There was a dazzling light in his pupils, and he stared at the projection without blinking, seeing every detail of the death of the Space-Time Demon God.

He kept pulling the progress bar and playing it over and over again, not knowing what he was obsessed with.

The space seemed to be still, and the sounds of fighting came to my ears again, returning to that repetitive, never-ending nightmare.

"Admiral Kihara, you have severely injured the Space-Time Demon God several times. You have consumed too much of your strength. Let us take over next."

"Look, Admiral Kihara, we are still very strong, right? We will definitely win."

"Admiral, is there really no way to kill it? Time... is too tricky."

"Admiral, I don't understand. We have been holding out for a month, fighting this space-time demon god for a month. Where is the reinforcement? No!"

"Is what we are doing… meaningful? Will anyone remember it?"

"Kihara, I'm the only one left. My teammates...are all gone. I won't go back...that's it."

"Kihara...it will die...right...someday, help us...kill it..."

Mu Yuan put down what he was holding and raised his head, just like he did before.

That day, there was no one behind him, and now, it seems that there is no one behind him either.

"Dead...it will die, it will indeed die..."

Mu Yuan's eyes were fixed, his sight was empty and scattered, and he seemed to be looking at some unknown existence.

The Demon God of Time and Space is dead. His death was simple, yet not simple.

Those guys are indeed very strong, but I don't think they are as strong as you. They only killed them once, but you have the opportunity to kill them several times.

Several times, he couldn't remember how many times he had forced the Time and Space Demon God into desperate situations. Time went back again and again, and in the end, there was no one left.

Time is really cruel. People buried in time are destined to be unknown.